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Joshua Ravenclaw
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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:

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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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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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So do I win? :D
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Kemi
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My entry
 
THE SOUND OF A HUMAN HEART BREAKING
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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.
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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
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THE END
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It would appear that Kemi does.
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