Per kathy's last request, Pendragon became a ghost town after realizing he was the son of a city, not a king.
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Per kathy's last request, Pendragon became a ghost town after realizing he was the son of a city, not a king.
Ah, thanks Kelly Sprout: To bad I could not stop you from putting on those cement shoes and going for a swim...
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Kathy and her trouble with the house
Kathy started to build a house but the house was destroyed by hurricane and then poor Kathy died because of the sorrow...
Mockingbird Shot Down!
The Mockingbird lay upon the forest floor,
A grey-goose feathered arrow sunk into her breast.
Perhaps a furlong, certainly not much more,
From the comfort and safety of her own sweet nest.
Now careful had the little birdie planned,
And built that nest with the most infinite care:
It was sheltered beneath a crag, no crack larger than a span
Would give an archer a shot at her nigh there!
Yet the evidence could not be dismissed, the bird was slain
By an arrow which struck with a mortal wound.
What archer around was there would could proclaim
To take that shot and make it a shot of doom?
The Dragon had caught a glimpse of the man in green:
But he kept right on with his business, as if he had never seen...
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Pendragon
Pendragon and Dumbledore's Army
Pendragon, being against Harry Potter is invited by Lord Voldemort to become the chief of the army Voldermort is creating named "Voldy's Army" Pendragon, as he is against Harry Potter accepts Voldemort's offer gladly but then the final war between Dumbledore's army and Voldy's army approaches and Volemort is defeated and Pendragon is killed. Poor Pendragon, if only he would have supported Harry Potter, his end would not have been so terrible. He will be missed!
Pensive went the same way as "Moaning Myrtle" :eek:
If I have told you girls once I have told you a thousand times...Never let a basilisk into the girl's loo! They just aren't nice!
:wave: Hi Pensive!
Poor, poor kathycf. Alas, she died of sleep deprivation!
The Grave of Kelly
I passed by the cemetery this evening,
While the moon was but a sliver in the sky;
Each tombstone is marked with an end and beginning,
With a dash in between to fill up e're we die.
There was a freshly dug grave in the back row,
Under the shade of a gigantic oak;
And that's the place where Kelly Sprout lies now,
For it seems that today Kelly croaked.
In the moonlight I see a fairy ring on the grave,
And I wonder if they are watching over his bed.
Kelly was a person to always be brave,
And now our friend Kelly is quite gone and dead!
Funny now, though, his name was Kelly Sprout—
It may just be that the sunlight may make him grow—and let Kelly out...
Pendragon
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Dragonsleep
The Dragon slumped down quite wearily,
Against the marble of a new-built tomb.
His eye could still discern things, but barely;
As he tried his Dragon-sight to pierce the gloom.
"All these long centuries have I waited,
But He comes not to steal my breath!
My kind have long become homeless and antiquated,
And within this crypt at least I shall sleeping rest!
But comes there none to write my eulogy?
To carve above my door about my words and deeds?
I see none approach, not even Auld Arrow from the sea—
And I was always there to met their needs!”
And with that the Dragon sharpened his claws upon a flint-rock shelf.
And began to carve his own litany—himself!
Pendragon
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Light from their torches flickered against something deep in the cavern. Hoping it would be the dragon's gold, they carefully inched forward. Imagine their surprise when they discovered an ancient computer, still mysteriously powered on after all these millenia. Great bones lay in disarray in the chair and on the floor before the old relic. On the oddly quaint glass screen was a poem, Dragonsleep, lamenting an apparent abandonment of both friend and foe.
The adventurers were moved with a profound sadness at this discovery. As a final tribute, they printed out the poem and etched its words onto a great rock which they rolled in front of the opening to the dragon's lair. As the final words were scratched onto the rock, Kelly Sprout thought he heard a faint noise from within the cavern; a scraping sort of noise, like dry bones clattering together. He held up his hand for silence, but could hear nothing more. Had he imagined it?
The treasure hunters, finished now with the eulogy, respectfully left the cavern, now become a tomb, without their treasure.
Kelly_Sprout was last spotted on the litnet hill
He trumped the last poster and there was a spill
Kelly Kelly we will miss you so very much
I will sing you to your rest with a song in Dutch**
But here in this thread, you can die and come back
Mother Nature will never let you take that tack.
(**Hey I couldn't think of a word that fit that rhymed with much) :p
Walking deep into the night
I saw a sudden flash of light
High up in the starlit sky
So quick it barely caught my eye
Poor Kathy’s spaceship gone
It’s debris falling into dawn
A single escape pod was found
But Kathy, she never touched ground
The cats escaped without her
On the ground they gave a purr
But Kathy, she was blown apart
Earth never heard the last beat of her heart.
Aimus's turnip has been utterly mashed, alas!
and such a nice turnipey fellow too.
but we think half full when we think of our glass.
His "death" is not goodbye, but a short adieu!
Dirge for The Dead Undying
Since Kathy never really dies
But forever remains undying dead;
No sparkle gone from her blue eyes,
No hint of grey upon her head.
It does no good to bury her,
For she is but asleep for a little while.
So carefully cover her in furs,
(See! She sighs, and gives a faint smile!)
Nay, latch the tomb before we go!
I'll not have robbers steal the maid!
When she awakes, no lock will hold her, you know,
And I'll not have her angry 'cause I made a mistake.
Within the tomb the dead undying lies at rest.
And these know not that a Dragon watches the nest...
Pendragon
Dear Pen, you write such lovely eulogies.
I shall not be so eloquent today, however. Even dragons can slip on banana peels and crack their heads.
:banana: Bad, BAD banana!