In chambers of the digital domain, Did once the noble Jay Peg hold his reign. Vibrant hues, in pixels bright contained, A silent ode to Art's illustrious train.

"Alas! Poor Jay Peg, we knew him well," The whispered echoes through the data swell. In ones and zeros was his living spell, Now quiet falls his iridescent shell.

Once danced he free, 'twixt shadow and the light, In frames of love, of terror, of delight. But now his dance hath met the endless night, Jay Peg, the prism of our sight, takes flight.

Yet mourn not for this cherished, fallen friend, Art's spirit, like the Phoenix, knows no end. Though Jay Peg's chapter closes, comprehend, In Art's great book, there's yet another bend.

In death, rebirth; from ashes, light ascends, So here we toast: "To Jay Peg, Art's dear friend."