So, I've been thinking about this poem since my post about Whelan's Z-World piece the other week, and I like it for many of the same reasons; it's a loving tribute that ties together a lot of disparate elements from Zelazny's career.
I remember seeing it on the old zelazny.corrupt.net, which was such a great site until it suddenly vanished one day. The poem had been written by someone under the name Trashman, and zelazny.corrupt.net was hosting it after Trashman's site went down. I'm going to do the same.
He's climbed up the stair
above Amber fair
and walked among shadows
`till no one was there
A silver red rose
flutters down through the air
his walk through the pattern has ended
and the last of the wild ones sputters and stops
while Camelot stands undefended.
Zelazny is dead
(do you hear me, Fred???)
to the ziggurat blue
has gone Dorakeen, Red
The riddle is solved
(was it feathers or lead?)
as a face in the
shadows looks on . . .
. . . a gargoyle reaches but nothing is caught
a shrugger of thunders battles his foes
an alley is crossed, a leviathan sought
pin seven is pulled and a new face is chose
a unicorn forfeits a pawn. . .
he feels the story has come to a close
he tarrys, a breath. . .
and moves on.