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awesome stuff u guys...but im really bad with obits...dun even want to try...and as papaya sez do it or Don't there's no try!! :D

and Adil who'd want to see u dead anyways?!

so whoz writing my obit...be sure to make it exxtra emotional!

Death did not rob her of the beauty that was hers,
For even He must bow to higher powers.
But finally silenced are her smiling tears,
And a smile of hope has replaced the touch of sorrow.
How brave she was to face the days as she did,
And the smile always brought sunshine through the rain.
But, Death, that rascal, stole our precious friend,
So somewhere shall we see her face again?
SmilingTearz, your voice still echoes on the breeze;
Never gone until forgotten, never forgotten while we live.
Your beauty glows still in each sunset sinking in the seas.
You gave your all till there was nothing left to give...
We do not say goodbye, or even say goodnight--
For they say SmilingTearz has perished, but then who just passed my sight....

Pen

wow Pen that was beautiful....

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Originally Posted by adilyoussef

Oh I'm dead and beried. Darkness surounded me. My thoughts killed me. "Thought drawning" it was called. In my grave, I heard foot steps. They were of a man. That guy who winked and smiled at Night. He stood on my grave and loughed. Then he said:"Ha, ha, ha! I pitty you. You wanted to desclose my secret and divulge my identity. What can you do now that you are dead? Here a present for you. Here I have the soul of kaltrina. Ha, ha, ha!"

I always thought death to be a relief. But I'm in my grave and can't reast. Becouse of my silence, another forum member perished. Who can stop him? Who might help us rest in peace?

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hey Adil didn't I say you have a great imagination....? ah well...you do. :D

Every one now is in his/her gards. No trust prevails. Fingers of accusation are now and then pointed to every one blonging to the forum. Who is the killer? Some say is a poet and some say it's somebody unseen.

Pen, a forum member known for his good verses of poetry, was accused of the felony. It happened, in one of his obits, he was found guilty of a crime commited against Smilingtearz. But the fact is that he was found dead a pen in the head in front of a paper in which is written "To all who might be intrested in the story of Night, the truth is..." Unfortunatly he did not have time to finish. Truth is; truth was; truth is truth; and who knows truth? How many should perish till truth is disclosed.

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Originally Posted by Kaltrina

wow Pen that was beautiful....

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Thanks Kaltrina, m'lady. SmilingTearz said to make it sort of extra emotional, so I tried.... I guess I owe you an obit now... after someone knocks off Adil, my fellow poet again! ;) :) :nod: http://www.smileyville.net/brizco/rip_1.gif

Adilyoussef: Fell from the heavens trying to fly--perpetual passing of time within his/her thoughts left him/her susceptible to flights of fancy...alas, Icarus flew too high.

And Pendragon keeps his word, m'lady. Here's to you, Kaltrina. Then someone will off the Archer...

We bid farewell to Kaltrina, fair beautiful young lady,
With her smile both mischievous and yet somehow shy.
With her butterfly wings, like some dainty woodland fairy,
Tell me, moon over Kosova, why did she have to die?
And thou, oh Grim Death, return to us the sweet maiden!
Why should thou thus unjustly deprive us of a dear friend?
Are not thy bony arms forever heavy-laden?
Is thy thirst never sated? Knows thy hunger no end?
We stood united before the Dark Lord to reclaim Kaltrina,
Yet he only laughed as he bore her away.
But a victory we gained, that was missed by the vile demon:
For he TOOK her—YES—but she fell not to his blade!
“That is not dead which can sleeping lie:
And with countless eons, even Death can die…”

Pen

(The last two lines are not mine, I "borrowed" them from H.P. Lovecraft.)

I will Pen. Don't worry about that.
By the way Robin, I'm a man. You can use the "he" pronoun. And I'll assume that you'r a man too.

Honner is a story once told to me
About an archer so devoted to be,
Sucrifice he would give to make happy
Everyone asking for help and to flee.
Fairy tale or true one was it maybe
I'm not sure for he is missed surely.
Robin as a bird flew to fight
A demmonic man and to make him die,
Arch in hand the target between the eyes
He aimed with a spirit so high.
Forgotten his arrows he knew but lately
Just before the harm was done.
Waisting no time the evil took him and "slamp"!
Cut his head off and in a moment ran. :goof:

Death is a swift note of sentiment,
where we mourn not those who have diminished,
but the abscence they have left.
And at the funeral of Adilyoussef,
there stood beside me a kindred soul,
and cursed whomever was the cause of such a theft.
For shortly hence Adil had gone,
in search of a special sword in the specialists street,
for the hand with which he fights is his left.
His tranquil state was tested,
As he found his wallet was stolen,
The chok was much to much, and he died of a heart attack due to the theft.

(Pardon my excessive sillyness)

Chava slumbered in suspended peace,
When one of her palm trees began to bend.
Doubled over, it began to crease
And to the depths Chava it would send.

For her hammock did collapse and drop
Chava from its comforts into the blue.
She drowned asleep, but some wise advice:
Don't hang hammocks over deep bodies of water.

RobinHood somehow gott caught in a cross fire of aa NIght and shade battle where he was turned into a ...you guessed it... Rubber ducky he then said somthing which the femnist soul of Shade took in offence so she tried to deep fat fry him unfortunatly plastic doesnt go well with boiling oil.
He now haunts the ship in flying duck form and noi one can ever take a bath in peace.

Hee-hee!

Night with its Shades had fallen fast,
When by my study door there passed,
A phantom girl as cold as ice
Bearing a sign with the strange device:
RUBBER DUCKY

Startled was I to see her passing there
Her form blending with the darkness of the hour
No sound from a smile that seemed so nice
But I read her sign, and read it twice:
RUBBER DUCKY

The bell tolled the hour of one and she was gone
And I found myself again alone
Wondering what this ethereal girl of the Night
Could mean by such a strange device:
RUBBER DUCKY


(Sorry, Archer, I couldn't resist!) :lol: :lol: :lol:

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Originally Posted by Chava

Death is a swift note of sentiment,
where we mourn not those who have diminished,
but the abscence they have left.
And at the funeral of Adilyoussef,
there stood beside me a kindred soul,
and cursed whomever was the cause of such a theft.
For shortly hence Adil had gone,
in search of a special sword in the specialists street,
for the hand with which he fights is his left.
His tranquil state was tested,
As he found his wallet was stolen,
The chok was much to much, and he died of a heart attack due to the theft.

(Pardon my excessive sillyness)

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No don't be so. I like it.

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

And Pendragon keeps his word, m'lady. Here's to you, Kaltrina. Then someone will off the Archer...

We bid farewell to Kaltrina, fair beautiful young lady,
With her smile both mischievous and yet somehow shy.
With her butterfly wings, like some dainty woodland fairy,
Tell me, moon over Kosova, why did she have to die?
And thou, oh Grim Death, return to us the sweet maiden!
Why should thou thus unjustly deprive us of a dear friend?
Are not thy bony arms forever heavy-laden?
Is thy thirst never sated? Knows thy hunger no end?
We stood united before the Dark Lord to reclaim Kaltrina,
Yet he only laughed as he bore her away.
But a victory we gained, that was missed by the vile demon:
For he TOOK her—YES—but she fell not to his blade!
“That is not dead which can sleeping lie:
And with countless eons, even Death can die…”

Pen

(The last two lines are not mine, I "borrowed" them from H.P. Lovecraft.)

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thank you for the obit Pen. I love it... I admire how you guys can write poetry so beautiful and so easy... *bows to everyone*

A SONNET FOR A FALLEN KING

Slain in battle, defended with vigor,
Here lies the Pendragon, the last of his line.
Infinite wisdom matched by naught but his strength,
Legends would sing of his exploits for all time.

Though not entirely clear whether he
Fierce scaléd dragon or valorous knight be,
For his avatar breathed fire, but his throne-worthy name
Marked upon him the blessings of fame.

Arthur himself took pride in Pen's battle,
Plate armor clattered and great broadswords rattled...
But alas, the age of glory came to a head,
And the shaft of the Archer killed his "Name That Book" thread.

To such a thread Pen's being was bound,
And on the hands of Green Arrow could Pen's blood be found.