A/N: Hiya folks! I know that the batball story isn't finished, but I have been wanting to do a fic with this poem forever, so I am just going to get it out of my system.

It is unknown who the true author of this poem is -- trust me, I've researched it, so unless YOU are the author (and can prove it), don't discuss who you think the author is in reviews, please.

Disclaimer: I don't own the poem (wish I did), Teen Titans (ditto), or any proprietary products named in this story. I do own the story.

Dedication: To Hannah, Robyn, and the author of the poem.

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(Titan's Island -- Memorial)

The four of them stood before the black marble slab that marked the death of their friend, shielding their eyes from the setting sun's rays. It was a month after the tradgedy, a month since the Teen Titans had felt immortal. The grave had been sealed that morning, and as they read the inscription on the gravestone, they remembered what life had been like before the Incident occured...

Do not stand at my grave and weep...

How they all met, and why the Titans had joined together...

I am not there,

The expression on Raven's face when Beast Boy had given her that chicken at the fair...

I do not sleep.

Cyborg and Beast Boy's first Meat vs. Tofu arguement...

I am a thousand winds that blow...

Their first battle...

I am the diamond glints on snow...

The visit to Nevermore...

I am the sunlight on ripened grain...

The fall of Trigon...

I am the gentle autumn rain.

Terra, her betrayal, and her sacrifice...

When you awaken in the morning's hush,

Robin as Red X...

I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight...

The HIVE, Control Freak, Cinderblock...

I am the soft stars that shine at night...

Adonis, Blackfire, Plasmus...

Do not stand at my grave and cry...

Slade...

I am not there,

Robin's endless quest to defeat Slade...

I did not die.

And the Boy Wonder's confidence before he leaped at Slade one last time...

Robin and Slade had destroyed each other, their hate blinding them. Their leader was gone... none of them were certain the Titans could survive this... but they knew he would have wanted them to move on. That was Robin, their fearless, foolish leader.

Soon, the darkness of night made the grave invisible, but they knew it was still there.

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A/N: It sucked, I know. I wasn't trying to do a super-job, I just had to flush my system or writer's block would set in. So don't even start on the whole mellodrama, OOC, or whatever.