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When the grave was filled in with earth and a headstone erected the fox addressed his friends. "i refuse to eulogize my father, because that would be accepting the fact that he has died. my father was a noble and wise fox.
Hell on Earth. Chapter 10
The nightmare clipped in his wings, and they descended into a mass of headstones. the cemetery grounds had a larger footprint than the whole entire infernal and divine colleges combined.
Wolfie Steel: Private Eye, Part 2
The young wolf looks away from the headstone and directly at me, he then speaks in soft and hushed tones.
Why Us [Part 1]
Touching his bloody head as his hair was now crimson...he took blood and drew a heart upon the headstone "or was it something else? you always lived as you said in the moment.
MLP: Rise of Nightmares pt 2
Beyond it were rows and rows of headstones. lunar looked up and upon the gate read ponyville cemetery. the dark blue stallion walked inside and looked about as he made his way past grave after grave.
Who am I?
Who am i but a headstone among hundreds of others who's story was like mine who ran out of time? who am i, i ask on this cool summers night? nobody will know until i run out of time.
Cancer (My Final Poem)
Coffin slides in and is driven its last mile and the priest is paid to beg a god in which i've never believed to make sure i'm safe and warm and to have my soul to keep and i'll hang behind when they've all gone away in from the night and lay down at the headstone
Farewell My Friend
Taken too soon, i return to an empty room, and i miss you much, having lost my last crutch, it's all i can do, to carry on through, everything i would give, to know that you live, but beneath my own feet, you lie in eternal sleep, a headstone
That Others May Live
Before i left i bought a small wreath from a vendor and left it on a german grave with a headstone marked "unbekannter deutscher soldat" that i picked at random. maybe he had some family somewhere that would appreciate the gesture.
To The Third Power - Chapter 7 excerpt
Excerpt below: * * * "i hate this, dylan," she said finally, deflating, leaning back against the headstone behind her. "my whole life, the only person i've ever really been able to talk to has been you. i hate it here. but i'm trapped. i can't leave.
Ch. 12 -- Burn the Past
While she waited for each batch to burn down, she used the broken tip from a mining drill to scratch dolan's name into his unmarked headstone, complete with the oroyo family crest.
Teardrops in a Storm
He sat back and laided the roses on the ground before brushing his paw longing against the headstone that marked where his love now lay. he stood up and closed his eyes, sure he'd break down if he had to look at it much longer.