Poetry competition CLOSED 26th August 2013 2:23am
WINNER
Mourningcloak
Mourningcloak
Mythical Creatures
Anonymous
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THE SERPENT KING
Born deep inside the magma of the fiery mountain
With lava bursting forth like a fountain.
Stirs the great wyrm.
The world of man will burn,
By the bane of the man, Soloman.
Soloman, The Godly King of the highest Orders
Protecting every realm and borders.
His shiny boots on the floor,
He holds forth the mighty sword,
To repel all beast and boarders.
What will happen,
When legend meets beast?
Who will bring victory
And who will be the feast?
Roarax, The Bane of man, fills the sky
Upon the sky’s winds he will glide.
His mighty tail lashes
And he leaves men in ashes.
He is the beast to end the times.
The armies amass to protect their lands
As far as can see are forces of man.
Their mail shines bright
On the armies of light.
Their victory is foretold to be grand.
The forces of light take the field
Baring aloft The God King’s seal.
Eagerly searching the skies
With their shields held high.
Until dragon wings beat like thunder
Man becomes prey, beast the hunter.
Mouth flickers fire, eyes are so stern
Lo, here comes the beast,
the conquering wyrm.
Roarax, with a gout of fire, laying waste
Or simply just stomping men to paste.
Men, they prey to their King
But even he feels the sting.
This is all, but a taste.
The God King falls to Roarax’s fell breath
His body decays until nothings left.
Men fall to their knees,
Begging Roarax with pleas.
They will worship him until their deaths.
Roarax takes his place upon his throne;
A mountain made of shattered bones.
Lording over earth and sky
Until the day that time is nigh.
Emblems blaze with wing and flame
So that all will remember his name.
Roarax, The Serpent King, with eyes that burn.
Lo, here is the beast,
The corruptible wyrm.
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Born deep inside the magma of the fiery mountain
With lava bursting forth like a fountain.
Stirs the great wyrm.
The world of man will burn,
By the bane of the man, Soloman.
Soloman, The Godly King of the highest Orders
Protecting every realm and borders.
His shiny boots on the floor,
He holds forth the mighty sword,
To repel all beast and boarders.
What will happen,
When legend meets beast?
Who will bring victory
And who will be the feast?
Roarax, The Bane of man, fills the sky
Upon the sky’s winds he will glide.
His mighty tail lashes
And he leaves men in ashes.
He is the beast to end the times.
The armies amass to protect their lands
As far as can see are forces of man.
Their mail shines bright
On the armies of light.
Their victory is foretold to be grand.
The forces of light take the field
Baring aloft The God King’s seal.
Eagerly searching the skies
With their shields held high.
Until dragon wings beat like thunder
Man becomes prey, beast the hunter.
Mouth flickers fire, eyes are so stern
Lo, here comes the beast,
the conquering wyrm.
Roarax, with a gout of fire, laying waste
Or simply just stomping men to paste.
Men, they prey to their King
But even he feels the sting.
This is all, but a taste.
The God King falls to Roarax’s fell breath
His body decays until nothings left.
Men fall to their knees,
Begging Roarax with pleas.
They will worship him until their deaths.
Roarax takes his place upon his throne;
A mountain made of shattered bones.
Lording over earth and sky
Until the day that time is nigh.
Emblems blaze with wing and flame
So that all will remember his name.
Roarax, The Serpent King, with eyes that burn.
Lo, here is the beast,
The corruptible wyrm.
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
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THE GREEN SLIME
Strangely dry against the water
It oozes
You confound dream-like spells near the grave
Voodoo spells do not affect it
The evil will come
Insidiously
All damp beside the land
Looks as harmless as moss
I condone green men under the gods
Escaped from the laboratory
The Knight must continue
Clothed in a biohazard suit
All quaking beyond the slime
Fear is the first symptom
We smell invisible signs within the fog
Anxiety rises as the visibility recedes
The end felt good
It kills with euphoria
Luminous nameless in the night
Death is celebrated
Out of whose dream
That the chariot is coming
Singing while the world changed
From blue to green
We did not see it coming
Green used to be
A good thing.
THE GREEN SLIME
Strangely dry against the water
It oozes
You confound dream-like spells near the grave
Voodoo spells do not affect it
The evil will come
Insidiously
All damp beside the land
Looks as harmless as moss
I condone green men under the gods
Escaped from the laboratory
The Knight must continue
Clothed in a biohazard suit
All quaking beyond the slime
Fear is the first symptom
We smell invisible signs within the fog
Anxiety rises as the visibility recedes
The end felt good
It kills with euphoria
Luminous nameless in the night
Death is celebrated
Out of whose dream
That the chariot is coming
Singing while the world changed
From blue to green
We did not see it coming
Green used to be
A good thing.
Anonymous
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VENGEANCE
From the shrines to the tombs,
Light the candles in the gloom.
In angel’s eyes and demon’s claws
The immortal ones fill the halls.
The dark lord’s eye pierce the night
A slit of fire in the crimson light.
In the fields with Satyrs and Nymphs
Within the mists are secret glyphs.
Monsters can see you though and though
Lurking about uncovering the clues.
Doom of man envisioned by the Profits
Revealing little secrets.
We are the aliens on their earth
Creatures breathing to strange birth.
Beings of science without magic
Tainting their world, so tragic.
Armies of men and their machines
Liquid death raining from their wings.
Assassins pouring balls of lead
All to take the goblin’s head.
Homo Sapiens are just a virus
Scratching out our name with a stylus.
Bringing about our extinction
Wallowing in their excretions.
Now unleash the dragons, unleash the Balrogs
Let the Orcs come forth from the bog.
There will but no justice, just vengeance
For those that are now abyss sent.
Elves and Ogres will fight side by side
The hordes of Giants will turn the tide.
Elementals will search the land
For those baring the mark of man.
The Fae Lord will rise on his steed
A swing of his sword brings man to his knees.
The bodies of man will be laid bare
And thus, vengeance will be their’s.
From the shrines to the tombs,
Light the candles in the gloom.
In angel’s eyes and demon’s claws
The immortal ones fill the halls.
The dark lord’s eye pierce the night
A slit of fire in the crimson light.
In the fields with Satyrs and Nymphs
Within the mists are secret glyphs.
Monsters can see you though and though
Lurking about uncovering the clues.
Doom of man envisioned by the Profits
Revealing little secrets.
We are the aliens on their earth
Creatures breathing to strange birth.
Beings of science without magic
Tainting their world, so tragic.
Armies of men and their machines
Liquid death raining from their wings.
Assassins pouring balls of lead
All to take the goblin’s head.
Homo Sapiens are just a virus
Scratching out our name with a stylus.
Bringing about our extinction
Wallowing in their excretions.
Now unleash the dragons, unleash the Balrogs
Let the Orcs come forth from the bog.
There will but no justice, just vengeance
For those that are now abyss sent.
Elves and Ogres will fight side by side
The hordes of Giants will turn the tide.
Elementals will search the land
For those baring the mark of man.
The Fae Lord will rise on his steed
A swing of his sword brings man to his knees.
The bodies of man will be laid bare
And thus, vengeance will be their’s.
Anonymous
AN UNEARTHLY LOVE STORY
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In the forest of fairy, where birds sing songs of forgotten wisdom...
There , an echo is waiting of the promise that was made in ancient times.
The atmosphere is one of peace and enchantment
There is where the Lore of the Old lands is hidden
Upon the hill is Mohna, the castle of the High Druids, where Their queen Ranna rules.
She is known as a queen with a sacred knowledge, one who rules with her heart and speaks her mind.
She can bring the stars from the heavens in times of darkness and of doubts.
Her castle smells of amber and of jasmine and of roses. The flowers she uses to create her secret
elixers of healing.
Below the castle runs a stream, its sound is refreshing and soothing. The brigde over the stream
is usually lowered, but today it was still hanging up...
Dragna, the royal Castle Dragon, had been up all night. She had counted all the lights in the skies.
She had watched them fade and watched the night robes turn to mornings unfolding. There was no usual sparkle in her deep dark brown eyes.
Something moved from within her breast, a pounding had gathered, what was it that had awoken this sudden pounding?
Was it the mere beating of her wild and untamed heart? A cry escaped from somewhere near, she realized it was escaping from her own throat. She tried to close her mouth but the cry would still escape her.
The cry began to shiver and then turned into a void, a scream that turned into a word.
It was a name....."Halmar...!"
She sank to the floor, all her protective shields were gone...
A dragon heart is like a labyrinth of rooms and routes. It is not easy to find the way in nor the way out...
Songs of sirens cannot even wake a dragon, the humble wind upon a dragons skin brings the dream to tremble.
She remembered the night when she had gone to the edge of the forest and felt the first light How she saw it floating on the water of the lake...
And there he was, a sudden appearance, when he stepped near, she saw it was another dragon...
He, Halmar of the Northern Light, had come as she wished for. From this day they had met and their Dragon Love grew.
Until one fine day his image fainted and floated away upon the waters...
When the queen asked Her "What happened to you that made a Dragon come to tremble?" She finally told the story of
Halmar and her yearning for him....
"...You have been dreaming, Dragna....It must have been the lunar circle coming to its closure..."
"...But, it was real...REAL....!" Dragna replied...."HE, was real!"
"...Yes, he was, he was real as he is the reflection of what lies deep within you. He is the memory of your own desire..."
"I wish to find him...." Said Dragna....."You will..." Said the Queen with a faint glowing smile....
"You will find him when you have found your self..."
As the words were spoken it was as if a spell was woven around her.
Knowledge comes not to those who seek it, it has to be found
And sleep is great for those who are blind amongst the living
Awake now, your child
Ignite
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In the forest of fairy, where birds sing songs of forgotten wisdom...
There , an echo is waiting of the promise that was made in ancient times.
The atmosphere is one of peace and enchantment
There is where the Lore of the Old lands is hidden
Upon the hill is Mohna, the castle of the High Druids, where Their queen Ranna rules.
She is known as a queen with a sacred knowledge, one who rules with her heart and speaks her mind.
She can bring the stars from the heavens in times of darkness and of doubts.
Her castle smells of amber and of jasmine and of roses. The flowers she uses to create her secret
elixers of healing.
Below the castle runs a stream, its sound is refreshing and soothing. The brigde over the stream
is usually lowered, but today it was still hanging up...
Dragna, the royal Castle Dragon, had been up all night. She had counted all the lights in the skies.
She had watched them fade and watched the night robes turn to mornings unfolding. There was no usual sparkle in her deep dark brown eyes.
Something moved from within her breast, a pounding had gathered, what was it that had awoken this sudden pounding?
Was it the mere beating of her wild and untamed heart? A cry escaped from somewhere near, she realized it was escaping from her own throat. She tried to close her mouth but the cry would still escape her.
The cry began to shiver and then turned into a void, a scream that turned into a word.
It was a name....."Halmar...!"
She sank to the floor, all her protective shields were gone...
A dragon heart is like a labyrinth of rooms and routes. It is not easy to find the way in nor the way out...
Songs of sirens cannot even wake a dragon, the humble wind upon a dragons skin brings the dream to tremble.
She remembered the night when she had gone to the edge of the forest and felt the first light How she saw it floating on the water of the lake...
And there he was, a sudden appearance, when he stepped near, she saw it was another dragon...
He, Halmar of the Northern Light, had come as she wished for. From this day they had met and their Dragon Love grew.
Until one fine day his image fainted and floated away upon the waters...
When the queen asked Her "What happened to you that made a Dragon come to tremble?" She finally told the story of
Halmar and her yearning for him....
"...You have been dreaming, Dragna....It must have been the lunar circle coming to its closure..."
"...But, it was real...REAL....!" Dragna replied...."HE, was real!"
"...Yes, he was, he was real as he is the reflection of what lies deep within you. He is the memory of your own desire..."
"I wish to find him...." Said Dragna....."You will..." Said the Queen with a faint glowing smile....
"You will find him when you have found your self..."
As the words were spoken it was as if a spell was woven around her.
Knowledge comes not to those who seek it, it has to be found
And sleep is great for those who are blind amongst the living
Awake now, your child
Ignite
-Full Moon-
The transfiguration is getting more intense
I feel like every bone in my body's breaking
I can't stop sweating,I can feel my blood boiling
The pulse of the moon runs through me,the animal is art
A poetic peace,pain and pleasure
Cursed,I am to walk the night...
The transfiguration is getting more intense
I feel like every bone in my body's breaking
I can't stop sweating,I can feel my blood boiling
The pulse of the moon runs through me,the animal is art
A poetic peace,pain and pleasure
Cursed,I am to walk the night...
Psychedelic natraja
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The encroachment of carbonic night by the blazing red ball
ascending to the zenith with its ferocious flames
roasting up the silver moon to charcoal cake
oxidizing its divine virginity
the unlocking of third eye of nataraja
echoing ego
with death metal pounding in its head
the mad metallic dance on the horns of inferno
electromagnetised its soul to the burned off desire of lust
corroding the demon of innocence underneath its right leg
synthesized in its soaring insanity
with matted and coiled hair clashing against celestial objects
noise poison of its terrific tandava
psychedelic Om screeched by the waves of meditation
molten mercury vociferating through its veins
metaphysical circus of its raging ruckus
Volcanoes vomiting gory lava in its fury
he advances towards the mad mountain
levitating lust
amalgamating arrogance into ashes.
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The encroachment of carbonic night by the blazing red ball
ascending to the zenith with its ferocious flames
roasting up the silver moon to charcoal cake
oxidizing its divine virginity
the unlocking of third eye of nataraja
echoing ego
with death metal pounding in its head
the mad metallic dance on the horns of inferno
electromagnetised its soul to the burned off desire of lust
corroding the demon of innocence underneath its right leg
synthesized in its soaring insanity
with matted and coiled hair clashing against celestial objects
noise poison of its terrific tandava
psychedelic Om screeched by the waves of meditation
molten mercury vociferating through its veins
metaphysical circus of its raging ruckus
Volcanoes vomiting gory lava in its fury
he advances towards the mad mountain
levitating lust
amalgamating arrogance into ashes.
Anonymous
Oz Gave Nothing
The man you said you were
loved the woman you thought I was
but you called it love
and I needed to believe in your magic
I tossed my car and won a unicorn
and I'd canter through the days
sing with Neptune in my modern Utopia
drinking from the fountain of youth
with Pandora
telling myself it was four leaf clovers
not weeds that overtook my path
I danced with dead poets after dark
and greeted the sun by turning away
now dragonflies sing me to wake
and I'm the color of rain
with the texture of clouds
every atom fighting gravity
and looking down
for new parts of me
as the forest relents and the seas swell
the spirits of the next realm
remember me well
it was all make believe
wrapped in all the answers
the phantom maze behind the secret garden
and like abracadabra! you were gone
only then could the fantasy live on
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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THE HOUSEWIFE FROM HELL
On the night of the full moon
Much to my husband's fright
I turn into the housewife from hell
My revenge is not on my husband
He has be frightened into good behaviour
It is the neighbours I am after
Payback is hell
First the lady next door
Who does not silence her dog
Finds him dead in her back yard
Then the neighbour who insulted my husband
I turned him into a frog
His wife still cannot find him
Then there is the lady
Who lets her dog poop on our lawn
I went to her mailbox
Found her pills
Substituted LSD
She in Psychiatry still
Then there is my “friend” Mary
Who gossips about me
Thinks I do not know
Well I took photographs of her
Photoshopped them well
Her husband has hired a PI
Now that he knows
What I suspected
She is the local slut
Not a man she has not fucked
Finally all my wrath
Goes out on our Pastor
Who has been fondling children
Who are too afraid to tell
He has gone missing
No body found
No suspects around
Cold case files
I do really well
I think he deserved it
Maybe he is in hell
As for me, I change back to myself
An average housewife
Cooking and cleaning
When I am not nagging
The love of my life.....!
THE HOUSEWIFE FROM HELL
On the night of the full moon
Much to my husband's fright
I turn into the housewife from hell
My revenge is not on my husband
He has be frightened into good behaviour
It is the neighbours I am after
Payback is hell
First the lady next door
Who does not silence her dog
Finds him dead in her back yard
Then the neighbour who insulted my husband
I turned him into a frog
His wife still cannot find him
Then there is the lady
Who lets her dog poop on our lawn
I went to her mailbox
Found her pills
Substituted LSD
She in Psychiatry still
Then there is my “friend” Mary
Who gossips about me
Thinks I do not know
Well I took photographs of her
Photoshopped them well
Her husband has hired a PI
Now that he knows
What I suspected
She is the local slut
Not a man she has not fucked
Finally all my wrath
Goes out on our Pastor
Who has been fondling children
Who are too afraid to tell
He has gone missing
No body found
No suspects around
Cold case files
I do really well
I think he deserved it
Maybe he is in hell
As for me, I change back to myself
An average housewife
Cooking and cleaning
When I am not nagging
The love of my life.....!
