Poetry competition CLOSED 24th February 2014 11:21pm
WINNER
Devilish
Devilish
DU Member--Hades Rising
Poetry Contest Description
next one in the spotlight
So, I won the ML comp and it's my turn to be Roasted. Show us what you think of me and the winner will be the next one in the limelight.
One week
Give me at least five stanzas
And most of all.... have fun
One week
Give me at least five stanzas
And most of all.... have fun
Anonymous
Da field of dreems wuz born with Hades Risin'
I don't wryte long epiks sew dis myte knot bee five stanzas long.
I don't reely no Hades Risin' butt I lyke da sheet he wrytes.
It's kind of dark butt when I read it eye sees da lyte in 'em.
I ain't good at roastin' reel poeits.
Hades Risin's a reel poeit sew no reezun to roast 'em.
I'd rather toast him with a good skotch.
I kan't get that good sheet here in da Vatikan.
It's a drie kounty here.
Send me sum Hades.
Send me sum soon.
Mail it in a brown papier bag.
Wryte me a dark poem.
Send dat with da booze tew.
I know yew kan do it,
youse a krafty poeit!
Roachmill
I think I mayde five stanzas,
I got sum help frum Catfish and he ain't no poeit
butt he knows good poeitree
I don't wryte long epiks sew dis myte knot bee five stanzas long.
I don't reely no Hades Risin' butt I lyke da sheet he wrytes.
It's kind of dark butt when I read it eye sees da lyte in 'em.
I ain't good at roastin' reel poeits.
Hades Risin's a reel poeit sew no reezun to roast 'em.
I'd rather toast him with a good skotch.
I kan't get that good sheet here in da Vatikan.
It's a drie kounty here.
Send me sum Hades.
Send me sum soon.
Mail it in a brown papier bag.
Wryte me a dark poem.
Send dat with da booze tew.
I know yew kan do it,
youse a krafty poeit!
Roachmill
I think I mayde five stanzas,
I got sum help frum Catfish and he ain't no poeit
butt he knows good poeitree
Darkness doused in mystery
A fantastical relapse
Of reality
As horsemen ride
And Samhain feasts
Hades shall rise
In reverence to the beasts
The ghouls
The goblins
The bumps in the night
Our Hades
He guides us
Away from the light
A call from Valhalla
Clash of steel from Camelot
Wing stripped angels
Or decay and rot
Our Hades
He guides us
Where we dare not go
And yet always
We return
To see what he has to show
A fantastical relapse
Of reality
As horsemen ride
And Samhain feasts
Hades shall rise
In reverence to the beasts
The ghouls
The goblins
The bumps in the night
Our Hades
He guides us
Away from the light
A call from Valhalla
Clash of steel from Camelot
Wing stripped angels
Or decay and rot
Our Hades
He guides us
Where we dare not go
And yet always
We return
To see what he has to show
On Hades Threshold
Darkness falls
as the bard sings
of vengeance done
of fallen kings…
he scours the skies
of myth and legends
the earth of intriguing tales
gone and done
and sing them for his own
old tales in newness told
Hades he Rises
with tales of vengeance
from the old books
and older scripts
transforming words
by prophets and mystics
to one known by all
Darkness eternal
his forte in words
spilling his ink
on empty canvas
drawing lines across
names of gods and goddesses
of pale horsemen
thundering towards
the last frontier
the lost ending
words said written sang
tales retold recalled
Hades Rising said it all
a true dark wordsmith
with stark humour
spinning webs
in dark tapestry
He will ride on
to tell epics
mayhaps to be sung
by those who ride
after.
Darkness falls
as the bard sings
of vengeance done
of fallen kings…
he scours the skies
of myth and legends
the earth of intriguing tales
gone and done
and sing them for his own
old tales in newness told
Hades he Rises
with tales of vengeance
from the old books
and older scripts
transforming words
by prophets and mystics
to one known by all
Darkness eternal
his forte in words
spilling his ink
on empty canvas
drawing lines across
names of gods and goddesses
of pale horsemen
thundering towards
the last frontier
the lost ending
words said written sang
tales retold recalled
Hades Rising said it all
a true dark wordsmith
with stark humour
spinning webs
in dark tapestry
He will ride on
to tell epics
mayhaps to be sung
by those who ride
after.
I agree. No way can i roast a real poet..
Matter fact
as i read you
i feel like
i'm cumming
the humming of demons
cold coasting
closet case as myself.
you can be
the host of magic
literary havoc
breeding sensual tragic
across the screen
this is off the
top of my dome
but you sir
are ruling the throne
throwing us
puppies a bone
to roam
through your garden
i bow to you
Matter fact
as i read you
i feel like
i'm cumming
the humming of demons
cold coasting
closet case as myself.
you can be
the host of magic
literary havoc
breeding sensual tragic
across the screen
this is off the
top of my dome
but you sir
are ruling the throne
throwing us
puppies a bone
to roam
through your garden
i bow to you
Devilish said:I agree. No way can i roast a real poet..
Matter fact
as i read you
i feel like
i'm cumming
the humming of demons
cold coasting
closet case as myself.
you can be
the host of magic
literary havoc
breeding sensual tragic
across the screen
this is off the
top of my dome
but you sir
are ruling the throne
throwing us
puppies a bone
to roam
through your garden
i bow to you
No, I bow to you. Bravo.
Matter fact
as i read you
i feel like
i'm cumming
the humming of demons
cold coasting
closet case as myself.
you can be
the host of magic
literary havoc
breeding sensual tragic
across the screen
this is off the
top of my dome
but you sir
are ruling the throne
throwing us
puppies a bone
to roam
through your garden
i bow to you
No, I bow to you. Bravo.
beaten
He holds the leash of the three headed beast
Born of the same bitch as I
Stirring death o'er the silence of the ancients
As the dark hour draws nigh
Seeking Homer's pen to unleash the fury again
Si vis pacem, para bellum
“If you want peace, prepare for the war.”
Words of Mars forged for him
Carolina Tar-heel echoes in the dark peal
Crown given for who will stand and fight
Though the Furies scream and crimson rules
Eyes of the Gods don't let him take flight
He embraces dark quarters and bloody waters
Suckling the dead with no shame
De fumo in flammam
"Out of the smoke into the flame"
Black the ink of his quill dripping the undeads' will
Son of Cronus who did dare flee and couldn't be eaten
Unlocking truths of pagan lore
So he scours Styx's shoals finding light amongst the beaten.
He holds the leash of the three headed beast
Born of the same bitch as I
Stirring death o'er the silence of the ancients
As the dark hour draws nigh
Seeking Homer's pen to unleash the fury again
Si vis pacem, para bellum
“If you want peace, prepare for the war.”
Words of Mars forged for him
Carolina Tar-heel echoes in the dark peal
Crown given for who will stand and fight
Though the Furies scream and crimson rules
Eyes of the Gods don't let him take flight
He embraces dark quarters and bloody waters
Suckling the dead with no shame
De fumo in flammam
"Out of the smoke into the flame"
Black the ink of his quill dripping the undeads' will
Son of Cronus who did dare flee and couldn't be eaten
Unlocking truths of pagan lore
So he scours Styx's shoals finding light amongst the beaten.
