Poetry Challange.

[Labyrinth]

Just for the hell of it, I am challanging all of you to do a story in poetry format, or episodes thereof. Here's my submittion for today:

There was once, so long ago,
A different world, just so you know.
But then, when all was dark one night,
There broke out the most terrible fight.
It was over one of the many girls,
With a pretty smile and midnight curls.
But beneath that face was a heart so black,
It made the darkest demon look slack.
For this girl, who many may know,
Was a vampire, as cold as snow.
They fought for her favour, for her trust
I have no doubt it was all for bust.
For though she was gracious, she wanted just blood
So all of her suitors were neck-deep in crud.
They came for her, when all was still,
She escaped over the windowsill.
As far and as fast as they could go,
Compared to her, they were still slow.
‘Cause vampires are quick on the run
And this one was far from done.
She found herself stuck in a mire,
She heard them build her funeral pyre.
They searched for her, night and day,
But before long she was away.
Across the fields and the sea,
She found herself a place to be.
A city it was, called RavenBlack,
And very little did it lack.
Relaxation now, that was her task,
And in the atmosphere did bask.
She met many people, from far and wide,
Talking some onto her side.
And now it is that this must end
So I can find an end to wend.
I say farewell, just you wait,
The next episode won’t be too late.

[Grin]

((Episode Deux: It starts with the story of a Vampire in love with the rather dead Marie Antoinette, leading into his meeting of the Vampiress in The Above Episode.))

Hearts left to die, corpses grown cold,
Once upon a time, as stories are told,
Long, long ago, or perhaps just today,
A story did start, as stories may,
There was a man and there was she,
Who met ‘neath the black cherry tree.
Lovers twined by their hearts,
The holding of hands and beaux arts,
Were carved into that Judas tree,
The betrayer of one, he and she.
Their names were daintily, prettily carved,
One gave too much, withered and starved.
One ripened ‘neath the black cherry tree,
An eternal mark of infidelity.
The fruit it fell from the boughs,
The lovers gave their solemn vows.
Tombstones connected the rose and the briar,
The daintily dead, and the noble Vampire.
He gave her so much and never got back,
For she was dead, a diversionary attack.
Ah, sweet love, and he did fall,
For the woman ‘neath her funeral pall.
Each day a visit to the black cherry tree,
To leave a lovers’ rose at her feet.
The dearly departed and lovingly beheaded,
Left a thorn to be embedded.
His visits were long and he spoke his dreams,
She heard neither his pleas nor his screams.
For he was in love with the dead,
And sadly that lover had no head.
And he would speak softly ‘neath the tree,
Of things they could do and places to be.
Lovingly, he doted on his Marie Antoinette,
Leaning ‘gainst her statuette.
He spoke of France and Paris in spring,
And other such lovely night-time scenes.
She never replied, but he would not be swayed,
He visited nights and slept through the days.
There was a man and there was she,
Who met ‘neath the black cherry tree.
Lovers twined by their hearts,
The holding of hands and beaux arts,
Were carved into that Judas tree,
The betrayer of one, he and she.
Their names were daintily, prettily carved,
One gave too much, withered and starved.
A pretty woman passing by,
Might have caught the starvees eye.
“Ah, woman!” he called, “So fair are thee!
Wouldst thou join me ‘neath this cherry tree?”
The Vampiress paused to absorb the Vampire,
“ ‘Tis my one true heart’s desire.”
The Vampiress blinked and sat with he,
‘Neath the blossoming black cherry tree.
They made a fine musical quartet,
He, she, the tree and Mrs. Antoinette.
They talked through the night and searched the stars,
Ignored the bypassing cars.
The Vampire might not have fallen for her,
If Marie Antoinette might have given one word.
But the dearly beheaded said not a thing,
As the Vampiress cleverly pulled his strings.
So it was that the episode ends,
The Vampiress does pretend.
Feigning a like, pretending a love,
Giving the Vampire’s heart a shove.

[Zuri Petteri]

(Here's a story of heartbreak and moving on, a tad bit unconventional, but none the less influential. Enjoy.)

Lover, lover
Your voice is ringing
Sweet nothing in my head
The sordid lighting
Things left unsaid

All I can see
All that I hear
Is you, you
But you aren't here

Time.
In the blink of an eye
You held my hand, held me tight
Then you were gone, so far away

Where are you
I need you.
Don't make me do this on my own
Do you need me?
Can you see me?
I need you so

As time passes, I'm still here
Watching and waiting, your voice in my ear
The hands on the clock, they spin so fast
I'm still haunted, by the last

Memory you left me,
Alone in the dark
Left with smile,
And broke my heart

Where are you
I need you
Don't leave me here on my own
Can you see me
Can feel me
From this sordid dreary, haunted, don't I know

Waiting for you,
Sitting alone
I can't believe I'm here on my own
Voices ringing deep in my head

Lover lover,
To me, you are dead.

[Grin]

[Oh. I like that one.]

[Zuri Petteri]

Episode 2: Our character who remains yet unnamed comes to the climax of the spat with their lover.))

As the Queen of Hearts swings her blade,
The darkest of days will fall,
And the Ace of Spades is taken.
Alone in the contrast of his capture

The Deck's been stacked,
She's at the top of everyone's sightline
On the point of the horizon.
King around her finger, she's the Queen of Hearts
Spades and Clubs swing, striking down enemies, taking the fall

The Joker of the set, cast out
Returns, fighting the tyranny
Of the Queens reign
This is life's game

As a shuffle rounds the corner, she remains at the top
Trump card of the royals
Dealer stacks the deck again,
Rich get richer, poorer fall to waste

Uprising, fighting back the swing of Spades and Clubs
A king of Diamonds rises, and breaks the Heart.
Looking down upon the destroyed kingdom of cards
The pyramid falls,

The deck was stacked, and she fought
Spades crashing, Clubs breaking
She was the coldest of ice queens,
She was the Queen of Hearts

[Moon_Shadow]

Such sadness then resolution in the first poem *Sighs in his shamefully weepy manner*

Hmm, here is one of mine.


COLD

You are my winter, snow inside.
You are all around me, in me, I cannot hide.
No release from the cold, but still I move
No escape from myself, my love you prove.

The lights in the distance, I see them,
But I cannot reach, cannot find
Can’t get out of your grasp

Running through the ice that is you,
Shield I, myself, If not I’d rue,
But feeble arms can scarce defend;
They almost seem to mock, pretend.

The lights in the distance, I see them,
But I cannot reach, cannot find
Can’t get out of your grasp

And my soul cries
As my body dies


It pales in comparison to Zurri's, but it is the first in a set of four, I will post the others later.

[Zuri Petteri]

(Part 3 here. Another entry in a diary of confusion and pain. Our character here is now fighting with his inner pain, on the brink of a breakthrough)

Dark are the desires of a broken heart
Running deep and strong within the minds
His heart and mind that shatter and break
Repetition of these mingled words

His melodies of sorrow
As his fingers dance across the keys
Each note bittersweet
A symphony of his sorrow, and desire for freedom

Each mingled word
The thrashing of his body against the words
We don't know as he wants
Or as he needs


He thrashes, he twists.
Bending to the will of another
The dark desires of his broken heart
To be hurt as he once was

Only knowing the pain to haunt his life
Bittersweet sorrow
Symphonic melodies
Each note, tears into him

We sit here, surrounding the piano at which he played
The lace covers, burnt and frayed
White darkened into yellow of age
Each fray a sorrowful note

Hidden beneath the lies
Hidden beneath the sorrow
The pain of a life once lived
It's all here under the lace covers

From Lace to Grace,
Watch for the fall

[Moon_Shadow]

(Part two: This part describes the one who is writing's beloved, and the sad realization that thier once love is now dying. BTW the first one describes how the relationship was going rocky anyway. >.< (Sorry for fogetting that.)

ALONE



My soul, my love, my earth,
Gentle one who gave my love birth.
My shield, my sword, my wall
Come to me, please, when I call.

My light, my way, my life
Save me from my pain and strife.
My core, my whole, my all
Please return before I fall.

All that I can give, I have
All my word, my soul and passion
Far beyond a mortal’s ration.

My arms are open, thrown wide the gate
My soul is sorrow for your absence,
And I fade into inexistence.

You are my light, why can’t I see?

[Zuri Petteri]

Episode 4: I am winning this challenge Laby. Hahahahahahahahaa *Curls fingers all evily and such* This episode features our dearest character as he reflects on the ending of this ordeal. Heartfelt and recently written, so bear with me.

Catch me, at the fall
Say you’re here and it’s all over now
Frozen inside, by what I see
Don’t you know there’s much more to me

Staring forward, in the light
Breaking hearts, starting fights
His eyes that drift over the sea
Come to rest on me

Caring for the airwaves
Cant you look inside of me
Hearts that break and hearts that tear
Pages that you read

Looking into the nightime dreary
Finding me alone.
Looking toward the hollow walls
Stringing me along

Whispered voices in my ear
With secrets I must keep
You’ve never been here
No, now you just keep me weak

Open your arms so wide
Bring me far in
Sides that I have never seen
Words that have never been

Keep your eyes closed tight
Home so safe warm
You’re like a net to me,
Catching me, as I fall

[Coquette]

*cracks knuckles* Kay, dude.

A Story

I. Story of A Shadowed Heart

Against a dirty brick wall she sits in the rain
She covers her head with her hands
She hopes nightfall will wash her pain
She wonders where life once began

She’s begging God to let her go
A prayer on empty skies
Just let her leave this endless hole
Take her from this night

Awash in recent memories
The bruises on her arms
A strong defeat glows in her eyes
The hardest kind of harm

She finds a soggy cardboard box
She crawls inside for heat
But her heart is frozen from inside
An icy night to sleep

Outside she hears a siren roar
Her shelter blocks no pain
She knows it’s her they’re looking for
An ocean in the rain

She shifts and finds that she can’t move
How will she last the night?
In anger she tears down four walls
She can’t stand to be confined

An alley isn’t far from here
She’ll make it if she runs
The flashing lights may seem extreme
As bright as a thousand suns

A dash of hope runs through her veins
It warms her icy blood
If she can make it out of here
She’ll no longer have to run

In mad trust that she anticipates
She sprints toward the wall
And just as she climbs over
Her hopes begin to fall

An agony rips through her
Unlike what she’s felt before
The other times she hadn’t died
She had just wanted to, or more

She sinks down to the rainy walk
And hears a voice she didn’t trust
“This never would have happened,
if you had come to us.”

She had tried to take it on herself
But she was torn apart
By the fear made by society
Story of a shadowed heart.

II. Aftermath

A body’s bag is carried away
The truth locked in a corpse
Her mother screams, “Why don’t you tell me?”
How could it get much worse?

Her father’s standing in the rain
There are bruises of his own
He never thought he’d be like them
Broken promises are sworn

He can’t believe he caused this
The source of so much pain
But the origin goes deeper
His drinking caused this rage

In angst he throws his bottle down
He makes a solemn vow
But promises are broken
Who’s there to trust him now?

His wife stands and shakes her head in shame
She didn’t see the signs
She thought the bruises came from something else
He was always there at night

In shock she realizes her mistake
Her husband caused her child pain
But at present, he’d lose both of them
She won’t make this mistake again

The police look at her baby now
But something isn’t right
She gasps as he utters the words
“Maybe she was in a fight?”

She can’t stand to say the words aloud
She hopes the soul speaks for itself
Faith she has in justice
Even though she cannot help

Her heart breaks as they cart her away
She’ll feel it worse so in the morn
With the death of her poor baby
The aftermath is born

III. Buried A Lie

It’s now another year later
And he’s still off running free
But he hasn’t touched a bottle
Since that night there on the street

He’s so proud of his perseverance
His mistakes washed from his mind
In fact, he hasn’t thought about it
Since that time that fateful night

He tells girls he’s never had kids
He says he’s been a bachelor for life
He forgets about his daughter
He’s never known of his ex-wife

He’s built a new life for him here
He’s living like a king
He’s got all the jewels a man could want
He doesn’t remember a thing

Her mother mourns in anger
As she sees him on the news
He’s running for office
She’s still wallowing in blues

She’s got to tell her secret
He won’t get away this time
It’s got to come out about that night
When they buried a lie

First, she goes to the police
She says, “I need to talk.”
She tells them what she knows of him
They say he’s going to walk

“Do you have any evidence?”
Just the bruises on their arms
But bruises often fade in time
Unlike her daughter’s scars

She waited far too long to tell
And now she pays the price
While she lives in desolation
He lives a life that’s nice

She can’t believe the thing she did
She helped kill her baby girl
By never telling anyone
By hiding from the world

She hides back in her New York home
She sits down and starts to cry
It happened just a year ago
When they buried a lie

[Kizzy]

Seletine Quagnort.

"Hilly bee, Hilly bah."
"I say this, you say tha."
Said the welshman to the frog on a cold summers night.
"While windful rabbits play, And my children bite,
I shall lay upon a stone, my corny way of reetburger"
"My my" said the frog. "Thats Reet Murder."
Into the dawn they talked and porked,
And in the morning never had sought.
Maps.

Blindful as the eye may be,
It's nothing compared to a tree.
This the younger Welsh man did not know.
It's why his testie flop too and fro.
"Why it is the noble King"
Went the welshman to the green thing.
"no it's not its just a duck"
to which he replied "you think i give a
-cellphone-"

The sun falls to the earth.
And crushes our worth.
Into tiny little particles.
old witch cackles.
locked in a jar.
stuck fast by tar.

Too unsober. End.

[vampier]

Heres my bio in poem format

there was once a beautiful elf
she was envied by her wealth
for she was the princess of the elves
One night under the starry sky
she met a handsome vampire
their eyes turned bright.

Every night, each other they would seek
as they fell in love a bond as close as lip and cheek
until one night on a cloudless sky
He took a knee and a diamond ring she would see
she smiles as she nods to the proposal.
vampire and elf, together like never before
the prince and princess, they shall never part
be together to make one.
Elves and vampires were considered the same
no more blood shall be spread.

This was bad news to those who feared
those two kingdoms uniting as the force of one
the enemy was Akon
The king of the lycans, part wolf part man
it is time for war, he angrily replied.

On a dreadful night
his soldiers wear ready to fight
he sent them as a big as a big surprise
towers as tall as the sky
would become as low as the ground
all with pointy ears, or sharp fangs would die
battle raged into the night
as the sun raised, vampires would fry.

the king and queen were dead, not many survived
the children were kept, and the women were raped
except for those who dared to defend
the homes were burnt, the rivers were poisoned
until they saw something that they did not expect
there was a baby crying in the mist.

do you hear that? a soldier asked
looks its a baby the king replied
they started thinking of what should be done
they said lets keep it have it as our son
as those words reached to the king
He rapidly beheaded he who said that dreadful thing
for he had a better idea, some amuzing thinking.
Lets raise it as our slave, the king said
its better to abuse than to misuse.

Centuries would pass, the boy is still alive
he was very strange as somehow he survived for so long
as he has been kicked and whipped and burned while his master laughed
the boy was now a man, part vampire, and part elf
from his neck down to his toes all that can be seen are scars from cuts and burns
kept in a cage under lock and key
it seemed like he would spend all eternity.

Over a millenia has passed and hes still trapped
wondering why, what has he done to deserve such crap
on a lovely night, the moon was full of light
lycans were not uptight
they were all to busy drinking their wine
they drinked too much not able to hold their wine
because of this a error ocurred
they decided to open up, on their slave they would puke
his ears were perked, his sight was tight
he said to himself: Tonight is the night!
he pushed them all to the side
and locked them into the cage to die.

He flew off into the night
there was no land in site
he kept flying in the cloudless sky
he saw city in it he would lie
free at last he now resides
in ravenblack city, in the sewer line.

[crisdawn]

Smiling faces, around me, I see
My own lips attempt to imitate
But surely any who truly looked
Would see, the smile for what it was
A fake, a pale imitation of
Instead of a pure, radiant
Smile...

How long had it been...
My mind begins to race to recall
But all to quickly wanders off
Onto other thoughts and images
Pulling my mind ever chaoticly
Here or there...

Always trying to be there
A supportive role of others
The one whose ear listened to
Or who provided some silly act
To try to lift the hearts and bring forth
The elusive, true smile
To others...

Until I felt the ever rising..
The overpowering need to retreat
Too many sadened voices for to long
I have heard, day after day after day...
Knees to chest, head resting against
I sit...drained...

Footsteps I hear this way approaching
Quickly lifting face, to my feet I arise
Whiping a hand across my eyes
The ever ready imitation of a smile
Graces my lips, as I softly say,
"Hi..."

[SylvanHuntress]

A forray into prose poetry....

Dark Angel

Pearls against fair skin, lustrous thing, a hundred moons worn proud and pale, a trophy of a thousand agonies, pale beauty upon the cold night's breeze. Mark thee now the subtle sounds of the pale moons about thy throat, as together they move to the sweet musical notes of silk upon bare skin, as to the sound of a bird on the wing.

Pale moon doth softly glow, sheds her luminous light upon the snow. Winter's heart a frosty thing, a bitter breeze that in the night doth sing, a stony lament, a frozen note, a flutter of dark wings beneath the moon, a flutter of dark wings to make a maiden swoon.

Pale visage of beauty's despair, angel creature with the midnight eyes, wicked thing, speaker of lies, a lover of youthful blood, a drinker of youth's sweet flood. Bare thy throat to cold night's wind, close thine eyes to the sight of black wings, listen well to the seductive whisper, blood given in love is no sacrificial offer.

Pearls against a pale throat, blood on snow, bright red by the moon's silver glow. Love's sweet bloom plucked far too soon, beware the rider who goes abroad at the dark of the moon. One turn in the dance is all ye'll have before he comes for thee, as maiden is to mother, as mother is to crone, by light's full moon he'll not let thee alone.

Tears spilt upon the snow, love stolen before ever it had a chance to grow. Pearls upon the snow, black feathers that beneath the moon doth glow. Lament of a lonely soul, tears from an empty vessel, a broken chalice that is beauty un-made, hatred repaid, a walker in the night, a stalker upon the wing, a truly hated thing.

Doomed to wander beyond time and tide, lost to light, lost to sight, a howling soul in the deep black of night. Cold as the earth's winter bones, frozen to the heart in icy winter snows, a creature seeking warmth and light, doomed to the cold light of the moon, doomed to seek forever a maiden's swoon. Blood upon the snow beneath the cold moon's wintry glow, thus is the dark angel's fate, night upon endless night, an endless eternity without respite.