His hand and eyes he lent to us

For almost five and forty years,

He gave us childhood, hope and truth

And visions of our darkest fears

 

Exotic heroes, distant times

And swirling planets far away -

He coloured thoughts and drew our dreams

And showed to us another day

 

He honed his subtle craft like steel

Eschewing easy, common things

And shaped through art our budding minds

With all the grace a master brings

 

With threads of strangely moving line

He led us to another realm

For his was vision unsurpassed -

And his the boundless strength to dream

 

And now he lies in Spanish soil

But such as he are never gone;

His lines still move, his colours sing -

The master's legacy lives on.