The Passing Of A Legend
I was never really close to you, and I did not even know your real name before today. Now, I will never get the chance to be close to you, and that I do regret. After I heard the news, I have thought of how these things often go, and I have thought that it is entirely possible that once the shock wears off, the obscure pain I feel will vanish as if it never was.

I do not want that, and hence I am writing this.

I hope that years and years from now, I will still feel this pain whenever I read what I have said here. I do not think that we could call ourselves close friends, but that was only due to a lack of time, and not due to a lack of regard. I think you were really cool and I practically worshipped your skills.

I knew that you were sad the first time we really talked. I saw your MSN nick today, and wondered if I should, but I was doing something else. Something inconsequential. Something I no longer really remember doing. I regret it now, and I hope that I will always regret it when I read this, for in regret, there is memory, and if there is at least one person who remembers, then perhaps you have not truly gone.

I hope to always remember the fun we all had, and the fun that you helped us obtain at the expense of countless unknown others, whom we ground into the imaginary dust at our metaphorical feet. Among us, you stood head and shoulders above the rest. You were the undisputed Champion of our little clique and the defender of our enormous egos. You were our pillar of support, our unbeatable legend, our invincible warrior. Without you, we will never approach battles with the absolute confidence in our eventual victory that we once had. We will always remember you, my friend, and I sincerely hope that wherever you have gone, you are happier now. If oblivion is not the eventual fate of us all, then I hope that at some point in my continuing journey, we will all meet again and we will all laugh again.

Au Revoir, Clavion.

We All Die Young
Steel Dragon
(Rock Star OST)

Risk my soul, test my life
For my bread
Spend my time lost in space
Am I dead?
Let the river flow
Through my callused hands
And take me from my own
The eyes of the damned

It makes my stomach turn
And it tears my flesh from bone
How we turn a dream to stone

And we all die young

Tell me I know
I lived so afraid
And still we cry alone
With words left unsaid

It makes my stomach turn
And it tears my flesh from bone
How we turn this dream to stone

And we all die young
Yeah we all die young  ¶
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