i just wanted to say that is an awsome poems you devised, despite the fact i was the one killed
(just kill paws, pretened i'm didn't post this)
i just wanted to say that is an awsome poems you devised, despite the fact i was the one killed
(just kill paws, pretened i'm didn't post this)
Pitiful creatur of darkness,
What kind of world have you known?
God give me courage to guide me,
You are not alone.
Kiz Paws was killing in mad revenge while Shurtgual *who of course was not there* watched
Shall these bones live?
jin jin
on holiday
tried to board
the train today
her foot did slip
and down she flew
the train roared on
and never knew...
sorry to read about this, dear Baki... R.I.P.!
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
paws rimed herself to death.
Pitiful creatur of darkness,
What kind of world have you known?
God give me courage to guide me,
You are not alone.
pam tried to kill all the members of the litnet but they ganged up on her and ate her, except for Bakiryu who preferred a healthy side salad instead.
Shall these bones live?
PAM had such a new cool avie that everyone became jealous and killed her to get it.
Pitiful creatur of darkness,
What kind of world have you known?
God give me courage to guide me,
You are not alone.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! My avieeeeeeeeeee!
Pam, who got ahold of the said avie was killed by the other greedy litnetters! Shame on ye people!
Shall these bones live?
PAM, was such a loner that she died of being alone.
Pitiful creatur of darkness,
What kind of world have you known?
God give me courage to guide me,
You are not alone.
Wolf Death
Argent, the Silver, was the madness that drove Shurtugal on,
That shimmering metal that that was both riches and bane—
She sought for it in places where people have long since gone,
Lest they discover her secret, she has buried beneath a changed name.
For you see the blood in her veins is that of the family Talbot,
And long has that line been whispered of with bated breath.
It was many a year ago that a son among them first took up the curse,
One that will follow them in life and follow even after their death.
The mark of the pentagram glows upon each family member,
Mark of the Werewolf; the unholy mark of the beast—
It has been over Shurtgal’s heart for as long as she can remember,
Only the silver can destroy her and really grant her the release.
But she is sharp enough also, to make her fortune from the mine:
But a hunter finally tracked her down, one silver bullet whined…
Pendragon
© 7/23/07
Last edited by Pendragon; 07-25-2007 at 03:03 PM.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
but before i died i killed pen... he, he, he, he.
Pitiful creatur of darkness,
What kind of world have you known?
God give me courage to guide me,
You are not alone.
And I avenged my brother!!! HYAA!!
Por una cabeza
Si ella me olvida
Qué importa perderme
Mil veces la vida
Para qué vivir
Robin reached in his quiver
to find himself a bow
but all that sat within the case
was a round thing with a hole
very curious thought the lad
as he fished around some more
the round thing, it exploded
we saw Robin here no more...
RIP dear friend...
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
paws what eaten be a ficious cat... *sob* the only part left of her was her hands and feet.
Pitiful creatur of darkness,
What kind of world have you known?
God give me courage to guide me,
You are not alone.
Shurtzie was busy writing in her favorite manner of head bent to the table while scratching away with her pencil on paper. She was so enrapt in this manner that she did not hear the slurpy sound of a swamp creature slithering in behind her. The last thing that she remembered was feeling cold wet claws grabbing her round the waist, and down she was pulled...down down, into the sewer...
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Death of a Gun Moll
She said not a word as she ate her final meal.
She uttered no sound as they saved her blonde hair.
She looked out through the bars as if this were not real,
But the clock ticked down the minuets to her date with the chair.
She showed no emotion when the guards finally came.
She made no resistance as they prepared for that stroll.
She made no eye contact with anyone, though some called her name:
And bowed her head slowly as the Priest prayed for her soul.
“Have you prepared a final statement before you die and are gone?”
“I have nothing to say. Could we just get on with it, right?”
The warden shrugged his shoulders and signaled for the switch to be thrown.
The electricity snapped, crackled, and popped, in a burst of white light.
The Doctor approached the smoking ruin of the woman, checked and he said:
“The sentence has been carried out. Kiz Paws is now dead…
Pendragon
© 7/31/07
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Posting Permissions
Reply With Quote
