It was the last straw. Pen had copyrighted a poem he wrote describing the death of someone's online alias on a literature forum. The hordes of enraged citizens tore poor Pen limb from limb... He had become their pound of flesh.
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It was the last straw. Pen had copyrighted a poem he wrote describing the death of someone's online alias on a literature forum. The hordes of enraged citizens tore poor Pen limb from limb... He had become their pound of flesh.
Wow.... I stand in awe. What a brilliant way to go! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Weeping lost his mind and ran into on-coming traffic when he was strapped in a chair and forced to listen to Justin Timberlake for 24 hours straight..... :sick: :crash:
lady kizz was eating in her gothic style castle while surfing litnet eating chocolate cake and choked...the country shall mourn forever and all the chocolate cake was thrown out in her memory...farewell kizz, farewell chocolate
kizz was barried with her shoes on the wrong feet:lol: sorry i was in charge of your shoes kizz
A Single Black Rose
A single black rose on a coffin of polished jet,
Inside the maiden lies as though she were only asleep.
Hardly more than a girl, but age does not matter to Death,
Life is merely the grain his cruel scythe continually reaps.
In life sometimes she felt lonely, so sad and forlorn,
That a single black rose was all she could think of or dream.
The path sometime is rocky but someone has been there before,
We must only open both eyes and minds so as to see.
Dropped from above comes a single black feather to lie beside of the rose,
They were all along the pathway she walked in her life but unknown.
Always there is light in the darkness of night, good moments—treasure those:
For the Reaper will come no matter what, but you don’t have to die all alone…
A single black rose for her funeral was all that Steph ever asked:
But a friend added a touch of his own for free; friends do things like that…
Pendragon
© 8/3/07
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Bakiryu killed Pendragon in hope that after dead he would writer her one of those beautiful poems. *I WANT ONE*
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Final Respects
Bakirhu, the wandering, dreaming Homunculus,
Had slain the rhyming troubadour, the poet Pendragon.
Her heart was not filled with evil as her blade made the final thrust—
She longed for the gift of his words, so caught his blood in a golden flagon.
“You may not gain my gift from my blood, ‘tis poison for you to imbibe.”
Startled, Bakirhu almost dropped the cup of blood as she nigh fell headlong.
A youth clothed in chain mail stood nearby, diaphanous as white wine.
“I am David Pendragon, last son of Camelot. I now must return to Avalon.”
“But the gift, your gift of poetry. One more poem before you pass!”
His steel grey eyes considered hers and marked the tears she could not hide.
“I say this to you, your hand held the blade that has sent me home, lass—
“Yet the gift of words ye may receive if ye fear not to see me cross the tide.”
Bakirhu drew her robes about her but her eyes never left the poet’s face:
Then he was gone but an inkwell and quill were left standing in his place…
Pendragon
© 8/13/07
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the dear pen that we all love and adore died taking his very last breath trying to write baki the most beautiful poem he could think of just for her.
And before Shurtzie could get in touch with her dear friend Baki, to tell of the wonderful poem in her honour, alas.... a crack of thunder and a bolt of lightening rendered our dear girl to shiver under her covers in fear. She died of fright before Baki was ever reached...:bawling:
And she was there in her couch, reading "Dead Souls", innocent as she was, dear kizzo didnt realise she'd turn into one soon! :bawling: Those hovering gits rose right outta the book and ...and...and...
And she was there in her grave, exemplifying Dead Souls!
:bawling: :bawling: :bawling:
our friend symphony was riding his black stallion and as i regienged back he fell and broke his kneck! oh, the pain that he felt as jolts like fire rolled and weaved in his body. but the fall didn't kill him, his horse got spooked and ran over him.
Shurtzu was run over by an unknown assailant but don't worry I'LL AVENGE YOU. (as soon as i figure out what was that i just ran over, may the killer be *gasp* me?)
as baki was trying to find out what she ran over, she didn't pay mind to what was in front of her.... a giant 18 wheeler! *screech!* *hit breaks* *go spinning* *blacks out* *doesn't breath* (i wonder if she's dead?)
On a cold and dark
September morn
our Shurtzie felt
cold and forlorn
Her friend, dear Baki
it would seem
had died suddenly
much like a dream
She wandered aimlessly
all day long
and wasn't prepared
for things to go wrong
but they did. She got run over by a turnip cart drawn by a Russian Author who was enrapt in finishing a certain Souls novel ... :sick: :D
Kiz Paws, known to some as Puss n' Boots was found expired early this morning. The friendly feline became road kill after a night of devouring
tasty morsels from the back of a parked garbage truck. Its apparent she
jumped to her demise after hearing the low meow of a neighborhood Tom
who she had befriended at an all night catnip party.
Kiz Paws will begin life number 2 after a well deserved day of rest.
~Poppy
Poppy Went Out Fishing
I’ll tell you all that I remember, a sad tell I must relate,
I was driving by the river in the evening, under shaded sycamore trees.
Out in the water in his waders, still fly-fishing though the hour was late,
Was an older gentleman who fly danced o’re the water in the breezes.
I stopped the car and watched him, for he reminded me of my dad,
And he expertly caught a thrashing trout and then he set it free.
I could tell he was only out there fishing for the good time to be had,
When something struck his line with force that shocked both him and me!
“What the devil!” He yelped, as his pipe fell out of his mouth—
And by some quirk of fate dropped directly into the top of his chest waders.
“Ouch, I’m burning; I’m on fire!” but he held to his pole which pulled him South—
And as I raced along the bank to see if I could help, I hear a roar like breakers.
Still screeching and yelling and swearing, the man went over a waterfall:
He never resurfaced in the pool below; I recovered his hat, which is all…
Pendragon
© 8/18/07
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