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Competition Time!
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Topic Started: Dec 5 2015, 06:19 PM (139 Views)
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Joshua Ravenclaw
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Dec 5 2015, 06:19 PM
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COMPETITION TIME!
Fancy earning yourself a custom medal? It's pretty simple actually!
Tell us a Story about what your life would be like in a medieval city. It must take place in a city within Alexandria, and should be age appropriate.
The entries will be judged by Alexandria's Council of Nobles, and the winner shall receive the Poet Laureate Award, and shall be able to choose Alexandria's regional flag for a week in addition to the below medal:

Two runners up will be able to choose the flags and pre-titles of the Delegate and Founder respectively for the same space of time.
Entries should be no more than 600 words, and can be submitted via this thread.
Good Luck!
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Rom
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Dec 14 2015, 09:08 PM
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My life has been quite tragic. My daily activities consist of running away from the Dragon Jim Bob, the Witch Methusula, the Ogre Eugene, and the Vampire Billy. Now because of all that running away from nasty creatures, I am pretty fast. But one day, there was this Werewolf. Now this Werewolf was not like those that are on Twilight. No, this Werewolf was fast. This Werewolf started to chase me, and I wasn't fast enough. I became the Werewolf's lunch.
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Rom
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Dec 14 2015, 09:10 PM
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So do I win?
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Kemi
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Dec 14 2015, 11:35 PM
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- My entry
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THE SOUND OF A HUMAN HEART BREAKING ____________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________
A hidden story is woven into this work: a hidden story that goes on and on to this day. A hidden story that could end in tragedy were fatalism ever to overcome a burning crusade against fate. A hidden story that few, if any, will recognise. A hidden story that shall not be spoken of within these walls, or any other walls, for that matter. A hidden, true and ever-so-narrowly-tragic story. ____________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________
The sound only Angels hear With melancholy presence Shedding but a single tear In fleeting luminescence
Born of flames kindled among Innocence still yet untouched In the hearts still very young So dearly a lifeline clutched
Blooming from the warmth rosy Stoked evermore from the flesh As that which could one day be As wheat ripens soon to thresh
But with absence came great fall From grace and great pinnacle Fallen from the hearts of all But the rose that did prickle
Not a single farewell said Not a single lovelorn kiss Not a single day till wed Not a single day in bliss
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Desperate as daybreak passed Through nightfall as she had sworn To make their star-crossed love last Till their deaths far yond the bourne
Naysayers from here and there Comrades and Elders ice-souled Made burden much more to bear Grave keened calls of death so cold
Cachexies pushed shattered mind Mad and severed from mundane Ensnared by demons that bind Whether mundane or arcane
Immortal demons within Wicked mortal men without Morals with souls steeped in sin Tortures heartless yond all doubt
Tortured time and time again Tortured weakened emotion Tortured beyond mortal ken Tortured burning devotion
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Through the morning through the night Wept mourning their entwined fate Knew one day to end the fight Where funerary shrouds wait
Twixt the fresh-turned grave soil Till cruel doubt embittered much Fled the scene through turmoil And a lifeline she did clutch
Soul hollowed with heart grown still Flesh grown cold as great winters Love that at last would soon kill With the dolorous splinters
Driven through her bleeding heart Fractured psyche beyond doubt Tore her soul and shell apart Unable to live without
Felt the grave soil calling Felt the sands of time falling Felt her heart and life falling Felt the mourning dove calling
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Endured love but never loss Holding close the bleaker void In shrouds silvern-clad and cross With all joy heartbreak destroyed
Dead soul does mortal shell part With neither lifesblood nor love Stood upon the mountain arête Felt the tears fall from above
And the weight of the yoke she Bore through harano and grief Till cruel fate that was to be Cutting short a life so brief
Unloved till broken at last As her tortured life had bled Itself from a soul now passed Sundered to be with the dead
Fallen from eld mountain arête Fallen swift as the timed sands Fallen with her lovelorn heart Fallen still with mortal hands
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Mortal coil once more bound Dead soul to her hyemal bones Feeling not the frost that gowned Them nor grief graved upon stones
Not from fabled stars above But from eyes of mortal man Doomed to see his fallen love Sundered from quondam élan
Witnessed her in cold repose Dead and still upon her grave Of the stone that grew a rose From the tears that he did save
Till at last as he saw her End a life of mortal pain In a heart never to stir In a life taken in vain
Taken through a fatal fall Taken through a life unwed Taken through a mourning call Taken through bitter tears shed
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Knelt down by her cold graveside Held her dead hand with his own Knew full well for him she died As he saw a rose now grown
But he felt a faint echo Of a life she did not end She knew never let to go Turned in the grave he did tend
Heart beats once and flesh grows warm Blinks once then twice in her gaze At her love and now-wan forme Felt by auric dawn bove braes
Where she lay and where he knelt He leaned close to kiss her sweet Hoped in her heart she still felt Love for him as lips doth meet
Met at last as the sun rose Met at last by the first light Met at last by bygone woes Met at last to hear their highte
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But with cachexia died Love-in-idleness yet wed In its final breath did gnide Forbidden fruit fore it bled
Of life and with it all love As cold fury took its place Till no more did she belove Mortal man left in disgrace
Heart darkens and grip grows cold As innermost wounds grow strong Till clothed in silvern-shrouds stoled Grasped him with cold hands lifelong
In his throes with bitter tears Lamenting the lives cut short With his earthliness and fear With her agony she fought
Fought with her grip round his throat Fought with remnants of lifesblood Fought with final breath she smote Fought with tears in a great flood
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But she saw in his eyes fear And the remnants of his love That died not with but a tear That fell from the stars above
Sapped of strength and sapped of life Realised pure love would not wane Realised much too late with strife As they breathed their last in vain
Fallen in her arms at last As he lay cold in cold arms Fallen with love and die cast As they witnessed final calms
For never in days of yore Were lovers to die in pain In the frost never to thaw From the lives ended in vain
Ended as the day grows old Ended as the sky grows dark Ended as the bones grow cold Ended as the shades grow stark ____________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________
THE END ____________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________
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Joshua Ravenclaw
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Dec 19 2015, 02:09 AM
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It would appear that Kemi does.
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