AT THE DVERSE BALL

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The lords and ladies softly creep

past the cave where the dragon sleeps.

They do not care at all

to be captured in his thrall,

because they're on their way 

to a very special ball.

The castle walls are hung with banners bright and gay,

the ladies' gowns resplendent, in colorful array.

The knights stand, tall and brave, 
against castle walls of grey

and all is bright and beautiful, 
so bountiful a day.

Sir Brian and Lady Claudia are sitting on their thrones.
The lords and ladies leap about, 
all jerky arms and bones.

"Hip, Hip, Hooray!" the folk all cry,

clapping our hands with glee.

"Blogdom's never had a King and Queen

as wonderful as thee!"

The Royal Pair smile, they wave, they bow,

then they get off their thrones.

"Sir Bjorn," King Brian kindly says,

"now you're on your own."

Sir Bjorn gulps, he stands up tall,

though feeling not too well at all.

"I'll do my best to fill your shoes,

my feet are not too small."

We sing, we laugh, we cry, we thrill.

We all burst into song.

"Thank you for giving us this place

where everyone belongs."

LOL. At dVerse, they want knights and tourneys and jousting, as the pub keys get handed over to Bjorn and the team. So there had to be a dragon.

Brian and Claudia, our heartfelt thanks to you, for your many labors of love over the years at dVerse. I'm glad you will  both still be around, as I doubt I could do without reading your words. Welcome, Bjorn, as you don your mantle. We're very glad you and the team are willing to keep the bar open and thriving.

Hop over to dVerse, kids, to join in the fun as Claudia and Brian hand over the pub keys to Bjorn and the team.