Poet Laureate Winner 10/19
Oct 25, 2019 12:08:11 GMT -5
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Post by Master of Tacos on Oct 25, 2019 12:08:11 GMT -5
After a week of voting, I'll give you all one guess who won October 2019's frightful Poet Laureate Contest. If you said Aersoldorf, of course you're right! The seventeen-time Poet Laureate (and only poet commended and commissioned by the Council) returns yet again to the post! Here is his entry, Entry 1:
Midnight Run
As darkness, like a curtain, falls,
I need a place to hide,
Before the waves of horror come,
They'll flow in like the tide.
I'm all alone and miles from home,
In lands I do not know.
The forest fills my soul with dread,
Yet through it I must go.
A moan escapes from rotting lips,
So close that I could scream,
Oh how I pray that I could wake,
And find it was a dream.
The rattling of fleshless bones,
An arrow, past me, flies,
And just emerging from the mist,
I see their haunted eyes.
I take off running, through the trees,
in blind and frenzied flight.
I realize I've lost my sword,
So how now can I fight?
For hours through the brush I run,
Yet still they're just behind,
Adrenaline is wearing off,
And terror fills my mind.
There, ahead, the village, yes!!
My friends will shelter me.
Yet as the distance I do close,
No lights in town I see.
I hear a scream, so hideous,
So loud, and filled with pain,
Now Farmer Brown, my once dear friend,
Just wants to eat my brain.
I rush into the village church,
I close and lock the door,
I climb the ladder to the top,
My arms and legs now sore.
Then glorious, my eyes behold
The breaking of sunrise.
I watch as monsters writhe and burn,
Like bacon when it fries.
Congrats Aersoldorf!
The Poet Laureate contest will be back in February, so keep up the creativity, Islanders!
After a week of voting, I'll give you all one guess who won October 2019's frightful Poet Laureate Contest. If you said Aersoldorf, of course you're right! The seventeen-time Poet Laureate (and only poet commended and commissioned by the Council) returns yet again to the post! Here is his entry, Entry 1:
Midnight Run
As darkness, like a curtain, falls,
I need a place to hide,
Before the waves of horror come,
They'll flow in like the tide.
I'm all alone and miles from home,
In lands I do not know.
The forest fills my soul with dread,
Yet through it I must go.
A moan escapes from rotting lips,
So close that I could scream,
Oh how I pray that I could wake,
And find it was a dream.
The rattling of fleshless bones,
An arrow, past me, flies,
And just emerging from the mist,
I see their haunted eyes.
I take off running, through the trees,
in blind and frenzied flight.
I realize I've lost my sword,
So how now can I fight?
For hours through the brush I run,
Yet still they're just behind,
Adrenaline is wearing off,
And terror fills my mind.
There, ahead, the village, yes!!
My friends will shelter me.
Yet as the distance I do close,
No lights in town I see.
I hear a scream, so hideous,
So loud, and filled with pain,
Now Farmer Brown, my once dear friend,
Just wants to eat my brain.
I rush into the village church,
I close and lock the door,
I climb the ladder to the top,
My arms and legs now sore.
Then glorious, my eyes behold
The breaking of sunrise.
I watch as monsters writhe and burn,
Like bacon when it fries.
Congrats Aersoldorf!
The Poet Laureate contest will be back in February, so keep up the creativity, Islanders!
