(I was absolutely stuck on this prompt for the whole day, until I realized that eulogies did not necessarily have to be for a deceased person. Have some short praise written for one of my favourite authors of all time, Neil Gaiman.)
Here's to the
crafter of words,
the man who
spins tales of
ancient gods fighting for recognition
among the hostile world
of modern America
underground cities
with a secret named Door
Morpheus and his siblings
who must adapt to survive
magic beings and
a pond (or ocean?) hidden
in fragmented childhood memory
and many more filled
with tangled wordplay
and plots that demand
to be devoured,
leaving his readers
drunk in
his worlds.
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