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Hello everyone, Asclepius here, with a wonderful poem by Languard. This is a rather complex poetic form, called a sestina, and the piece is entitled Shardfall.  Background music “Romance Sonata” by Smartsound.

Shardfall

In the past hung two moons,
Silvery light drifting with grace so cool.
The lake shining with gentle glare,
with all the night taking a moment to be still.
Smoothly swaying with no chaos,
a gentle and loving lunar dance.

But what could be changing the dance?
When you should be there, why are you here moon?
Should we fear this new chaos,
Let our lunar passion cool?
The night may be still,
but the water has an ominous glare.

What is this fearsome glare?
What is happening now is no lunar dance,
A moment when all is still…
Then where there was two, now but one moon!
Heat and raging streaks of fire replace night’s cool.
Absolute. Unrelenting. Chaos.

Cries echo to uncaring chaos,
the lake holding red death’s glare.
To mourn a friend now cool,
seeking shelter in a morbid dance,
what more do you wish for us moon?
When will you again be still?

But if you will not relent, we will not be still.
Virtue will shine in the chaos.
Glow shards, a new moon
casting and flickering across the lake’s glare.
With strength and stride we dance,
and wait for the night to cool.

With time passed, the fires are cool.
Once again the night is still.
With new heart and name, Deadalus does his dance.
Virtue changed but virtue still, re-forged by chaos.
Gentle lake holding this glittering glare
of our new sharded moon.

Virtue shines best in the fires of chaos,
but take care you don’t lose sight in the glare.
The world spins on with its new moon.

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Here is an excellent poem by Amber Raine!  Very nice narration Amber!

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Hello Everyone. Lord Baldrith here with a Poem written by Trapper for Dame Lori During the Poet’s Circle Poetry Contest. No title is given to this poem. The beauty of it’s words are enough.

Here is the text:

My main submission for the Hearts of Britannia contest:

I Love Her, Though

I’ve heard the songs of many bards

Proclaiming their powerful love.

They smile and sing to great applause,

In taverns below and above

This old city’s main street, look there,

One plays songs for a young maid now.

See how her eyes, lost in his smile,

As he ends his show with a bow.

But what they know, it is not love

Of this truth, I surely do swear.

For I have known the whole of it,

Love’s triumph but also despair.

I’ll tell you, if you wish to know

Of a love, my love, Dame Lori,

It may not be worthy of songs

Or bards, or fit for king or queen.

I simply wish to tell of her,

Pray listen and I will explain;

She walks the stars and moon above,

While dancing in each drop of rain.

She loved the first frost of winter

And also the first day of spring.

I found it odd that one could love

Life and death as similar things.

I understand this better now,

For I love her, though she is gone.

I still see her in year’s first frost

And hear her voice in springs first dawn.

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Lord Baldrith here with an awesome and quite brutal poem by Blaquerogue.  I hope I did it justice!

Here is the text:

Oath of the Warsworn Gripping his sword tight the blood rushed to his hands,

He was the sworn protector of these war torn lands,

Even though death was likely to prevail,

This one mission he could not fail,

Innocent lives were at stake this dark and dreary day,

A storm brewed on the horizon clouds dark and grey,

Climbing upon his mount he rode off towards the storm,

His shadowy figure a silhouette strong and stout was his form,

The people shouted praise as he passed through the street,

The evil that plagued them soon death it would meet,

No shiny armour no medals not even high born,

Off into battle he stayed true to the oath of “War Sworn”,

Although he was a Hospitlar healer of pain,

He was Warrior first and foremost the strongest link in the chain,

As metal clashed with metal and blood stained the ground,

This one single warrior would not be downed,

Beaten to the mud fighting from his knees,

He held firm his footing solid as Oak trees,

As the bodies lay around he felt a sudden and sharp pain,

He knew that his enemies this day, were not the only ones to be slain,

He fell over into the mud and took his last breath,

Felt the cold chill creeping up on him followed by death,

He fought well this last battle and Bards shall sing his name,

Although he was a modest Knight unknown he shall remain.

“blaquerogue” 05/08/2014

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Hello everyone, here is a beautiful and dark poem by Amber Raine!

Here is the text:

Shattered, my emotions in pieces on the floor. Broken, my heart begging for you to adore. Fractured, my smile ceases to be. Splintered, my memories of us wishing to be created and set free. Aching, my arms wishing to embrace you ever so tight. Starless, my dreams empty without you each night.

Take these scattered puzzle pieces of what is left of me From your hands to the table combine them if it is meant to be Fear to speak my love for you leaves it to be left unknown Piece them together if you wish building the image which is shown Turned and placed this piece indeed does fit into there Each secret i have locked away becoming clearer, do you dare? Continue Filling the gaps the picture matching the display my heart once again becoming complete with each piece that is played Last piece now rests trembling and volatile within your shaking hand Do you dare finish the puzzle or place it aside, your choice depicts where we stand.