(That none can fight now)
A Fire darkly fades,
Pyro to the last, falling fast,
screams across the dark sky,
Pyro bursts, screaming at first,
Burning, can't fly....
"I haven't been on in a while, but even so, my short, renowned and absurd career as a poet is dead.
In the words of Bilbo:""I regret to announce that this is the END. I am going. I am leaving NOW. GOODBYE!"
(straight from the book. Anyway, I'm moving.... to somewhere without internet access)
P.S. On Oct. 9 I had a birthday, when I logged in today 'reallifecomics.com' gave me a notice of congrats. ahem: "Real Life would like to offer congrats on your 23 birthday, oct. 9."
P.P.S. I'm 16..... >D
