This is my poem to honor the fallen
I feel I must eulogize Dennis “owen” Collins
A few years ago owen and gang
Opened up the net with a bang
They set about an impossible task
To do it safely they all donned a mask
owens dry wit and surly growl
Scathing humor that makes people howl
Was just a covering for his tenderness
The one we all protect with gingerness
Under owen’s Guy’s mask smile
Beneath his crazy Uncle style
There lived a beautiful soul
A spirit built of 100% pure gold
He actually lived with a lot of pain
But he’d never let anyone see the strain
Through the years I hear he did some jobs
He led a couple of pitchfork wielding mobs
A keyboard soldier
Admin title holder
To the end he stood watch on his post
Caring for the server that he loved the most
Relying on his golden soul’s strength
Brother would go to the furthest lengths
To provide aid to strangers
To protect others from dangers
It is all of us that his soul defends
It is to all of us he is “owen of legends”
a special thanks to “acaryatid” for proofreading and correcting my spelling XD
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