Writer's Block: On Your Tombstone

[badseed1980]

[Error: unknown template qotd]I always liked the apocryphal story of Rabelais' last words: "Je vais chercher un grand peut-etre." ("I go to seek a great perhaps.") But really, the idea of the last stanza of Victor Anderson's "The Witch's Farewell" has the ring of what I would like:

Farewell, dear friends and loved ones, I must take my leave
To wander through the Summerland a while.
Think not of me as dead when you have ceased to grieve;
I shall grow young again beneath Her radiant smile
That fills all Heaven with a noon-day glow,
That age cannot defile.

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[unferth.livejournal.com]

"That is not dead which can eternal lie..."

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

Bwahaha!

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!