KWC - Mods, please lock ASAP. This thread contains three poems. Read them carefully. No Tears For Me When the sun kisses the sky, and I am no longer here, Just know in your heart, I am always here When the moon sets high in the midnight sky, My soul will linger on, but my body must die As the stars illuminate the galaxy, and twinkle very bright, Just carry me in your heart, morning, noon and night Was my body not just a vessel to get me to and fro My beautiful spirits is who I truly was, and that my love is what I wanted you to know There id no reason my love for any despair, for I have been granted my Crown of Virtue, and my Enchanted Snare I have been welcomed amongst the angels, with an abyssal at my side Like a meteor, I am streaking the heavenly skies So now more tears should you shed for me I have stepped into my greatest epic battle, one of glory Kingdoms at War This is KaW? sometimes its kinda groovy! It'd be R rated if my pm was a movie! Youd be slack jawed, probably offended seeing my rp would get me unfriended! But friends on KaW just come and go Life depends on yall sealing for gold! or some big mouth stealing the show or stripped overnight. Killing your hope! KaW says: You do YOU and Ima do ME Yall pin ebs, and Ill pin newsfeeds! pick your poison, because I choose beef watch me track your stats while you sleep. Literally, Im tap tapping in the dark! Burning ur pots, attacking ur heart. I can burn u down, just give me a spark! THIS IS SPARTA!! Boy Ill rip you apart! Limb for limb, from Main account to alts tracking your moves, harassing ur thoughts waiting to put your back against the wall give us 30mins and we're taking it all!! Then catch you in wc saying we failed askin do we lift? Noobs, what the hell?? Yes we lifted 10 trill and then bailed I love the butthurt! Noobs wear it well. The Greatest Warrior He stalks the battlefield, Riddled with limbs of the dead, For centuries a muddy trench, Was where he rest his head. Abyssal blade resting by his side, To the gods alone could he confide. People used to laugh and point, But he soon grew used to the taunting. He was mighty. One of the great warriors of old, That the ancient scriptures had foretold, Noble, brave, smart and bold, His treasure chest filled with gold. But alas, for that were another time, For now, he stalks the battlefield, Picking up limbs, accused of crimes, Silently, for noone gives a dime To the warrior of the ancient time