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 Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 4:47 pm
The two lovely does have been claimed by newbie owners, but the third -- the lone buck -- is up for grabs via a small contest in this thread! Newbies and thread regulas are welcome both to come and write a bit of poetry for a shot at taking him home with you. So to speak. In order to enter, you must write a creepy/spooky poem. Length won't be a major factor in Rejam & my judging, but quality will; in this one case, we're likely to value quality over humor, since this is such a spooky boy! It can be any kind of poetry, any formatting, any rhyming scheme, or none whatsoever. That is up to you. In addition, we request that you provide both a Guardian name and their Chosen name for this buck! This contest will be open for one week from the time of this post, so it'll end January 2nd around 8pm EST! To enter, please fill out the following form and post it in this thread: [b]Guardian Name:[/b]
[b]Chosen Name:[/b]
[b]Spooky Poem:[/b]
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 12:02 am
Guardian Name: Enki (meaning lord of the underworld)
Chosen Name: Giselle Marion
Spooky Poem:
Let the cold curl
In smoky slivers
Around your legs
And pull you in.
Hollow howls and
Whispering whimpers
Come upon
A panicked mind
And it gasps
in fading night
You are mine...
You are mine.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 8:39 am
Guardian Name: Hern
Chosen Name: Zachary Bantock
Spooky Poem:
Mother May I
the child cried
Confusion lingered
as he stepped inside
come closer now
called out the woman
within her home
The sun has gone to sleep
she said
come hear tell of dark instead.
and turning listless
in depth of dreams
the boy has come undone it seems
and from the chalice deep he drinks
a bitter brew for sleeping souls
all for the promice to make him whole
Mother may I the child cries
as she weaves for him a net of lies
where goes the sun
when hope is lost
it is not found
In mother's house.
((adjusted with Blue's okay))
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 1:42 pm
Guardian Name: Ouroboros
Meaning: The name of the serpentine tail eater who represents the eternal renewal from life to death and back again.
Chosen Name: Clarence St. James
Spooky Poem:
Woodlands dark and candle low
Listen as the harsh winds blow
Away the blooming of the light
Stealing color from your sight.
But remember when you used to know
The cold, cold kiss of winter’s snow.
Now beneath the stark black sky
You sit and let your body lie.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 7:23 pm
Guardian Name: Grimvor
Chosen Name: Ezekiel Gilchrest
Spooky Poem:
Revealed to me from the candle's dim light
The motionless figure of a dying knight
A breath of frost dancing from broken white lips
A hollow gaze darker than an eternal eclipse
There are wolves, demons and shadows
Terrible beasts and dangerous foes
But this is a warning, my dear friend
There are more enemies than you comprehend
The deadliest fiend is the one you never suspect
And the one you're most likely to disrespect
You will never see him, only his disguise
Until you meet your grisly demise
There is a blade where there was once trust
The blood in my mouth tasted like bitter rust
The sting of the wound which killed me was mild
Compared to the pain of the friend who smiled
Your neighbors, your doctor, your father, your son
Not a single person is safe from the troubled one
Blood is his vice; he'll do anything for more
Take it from me, the corpse on the floor
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 8:14 pm
Guardian Name: Nuitari
Chosen Name: Winifred Birch
Spooky Poem:
Woods creak all around,
a chilling wind brushes past,
a shriek in the night.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 8:53 pm
Guardian Name: Erebus
Chosen Name: Ridley Eloise Wescott
Spooky Poem: death comes eventually
that much is true
death comes to claim one
of what had been two
and there is mourning and grief
that much i admit
but who would i be
if alone i let you sit
my flesh will rot
in a grave so shallow
and my bones -- oh my bones
will remain to pull tug tow
crawling and reaching
grasping fingers rise
push through dirt
circle your wrist to claim my prize
we were friends my dear
it twines us together
a tight cord
invisible tether
and mere death shan't end that
i'll drag us ever further down
my friend -- mine -- by my side
forever and ever... don't frown, don't make a sound
it's time to go
down
down
down
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 9:01 pm
Guardian Name: Aghast
Chosen Name: Peter Dunloc
Spooky Poem:
Twisted blade cuts deep
Crimson wings splatter about
Delightful murder
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 12:03 am
Guardian Name: Grigore
Chosen Name: Neculai Vulpes
Spooky Poem: "Crimson Flowers"
The darkest of winter’s cold eve,
The earth frozen, soulless, beneath my trembling feet
walking, ever so slowly, in the wallows of snow in discrete.
Through the ancient gravestones, in zags and weave,
upon where my doleful eyes would finally meet.
A black willow, languish its decrepit branches in shade,
a sole stone, frosted, forgotten, from the passing years.
Of one which, I grew too remorseful with my fears,
peering over, of carved with words that has fade:
“A lover’s love that is cherished into bliss.
Surely of one that would be terribly missed.
His tears will watered the earth above,
and she, bloomed blissfully with love.”
Love, the love that has haunted me for a countless age.
Haunting the corners of my eyes of her lovely shape,
sweet love, eyes lull, and her ever so perfect gape.
Her image, her voice, as crimson flowers bloom from her rib cage,
her life, the beautiful heartbeat that life was now rape.
And now, the one sole memory is now spreading like phage.
Pulsating . . . surging . . . oh, the unbearable rage!
Her innocence haunts me so day and night.
Within the silence is where she is alive the most.
Her red stain face and welmish grin is my ghost,
taunting me ever so, festering, like some feeble blight.
“I love you, I love you so.” That damnnable ploce!
I screamed, blood in my throat, louder than any wight.
That fiendish woman will never shed any day light.
Suddenly, a cold, blustering wind blew, so ghastly and grim.
Upon my side was a man, tall, shadowed in intense dark.
A figure . . . so disturbingly haunting while dressed so prim,
yet, he shown a kind smile like a kin, thus it finally spark.
I whispered my last words, a string of delicate hymn,
as I lay a bouquet of crimson flowers from my limb.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 3:43 am
Guardian Name: Dubhlainn -click for meaning and audioChosen Name: An older woman by the name Roisin ó Broin Spooky Poem: It is said Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. Memory lingers like a brand harshly burned, And from these memories attracts a evil from darkness born. He betrayed her, cut her down and confined her to a simple vase, Sickness started, the walls began to morph and blur, the printed flowers having nothing to do but wilt. Control was his aim, nothing short of imprisonment as was the case, But she would leave and there would be no such thing as guilt. It was imagined from the deepest corners of her mind, the swirling darkness, the skull of white, Upon its maw a smile crept and pointed talons of antlers branched and twisted. It was created with a crushed rose she plucked from a vase in the kitchen with the flowered walls during the night, The ink crimson and a conviction in its eye that could not be resisted. It came from the paper, slinking into the home cloaked and unseen, all except the antlers that sparked lit as a log in a fire, the embers crackling. The woman gave it a wicked grin, her eyes able to pierce it's invisibility, it's body vibrating and lean, She named it Death, pointed, directing it toward her sleeping husband, cackling. Blood curdled and foamed between his lips, lips that could no longer keep her there, A scream now impossible as the sludge boiled from his body. Death lurched it's antlers free, the painted tines embers lit like a flare, She was no longer his, she was nobodies. And then she screamed. And the blood boiled. And chocked out her breath. She had been controlled and she had controlled in turn. Death pulled past, leaving her to a much awaited death, There was indifference in its eye, there had been no punishment, but a simple trade for his burn. She had made for freedom with blood, a life for life, death for death. Death knew not control and would leave behind a single bud. Her legacy the walls, the painted roses, kept there through her final escaped breath.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 7:54 pm
Guardian Name: Hodeskalle
Chosen Name: Tobias Henshaw
Spooky Poem:
gasping, choking
the last of your breath
it calls to you
the air is lost;
what little is left dissolves
your grave is set
once
twice
thrice
you scream, but no one hears
your shrieks are hollow
like your body
bones snap
crack like dry twigs
turning to dust
breaking
crumbling
splintering
the blackness grips at you
with tar fingers
sliding up your skin
until it engulfs you
and you are gone
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 8:54 pm
Guardian Name: Moirai
Chosen Name: Gabriel Blithe
Spooky Poem:
a creeping hand,
a crushing strength
to wander here
the calm forsake
no scream to hear
no air to breathe
a darkness, still
and death perceive
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 3:10 pm
Guardian Name: Cerberus
Chosen Name: Tatiana Volkova Blyth
Spooky Poem:
Ghosts whispering in the night
A howl sounding by the moonlight
Chains rattle on the stair
While witches cackle in their lair.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:24 pm
Guardian Name: Almote {death in arabic }
Chosen Name: Yusri
Spooky Poem:
Shredded, tattered flesh, torn for exposure, so tender and so rare
snapped, splintered bone, sprinkled and jutted without rhyme or reason
spilled, spoiled blood, marinating freely, clinging to its corpse
it stains the teeth and maw of its releaser
not a voice of reason, nor a whisper of opposition give way
the echo only of crunching, feasting, devouring without restraint
there is no mercy to be had, malice intent pure and devoted
somewhere there will be sorrow, but delayed and soon long forgotten
prevention is ones greatest ally, awareness in ones home
one beat stops to make the other continue, an endless tragedy
a balance that must go on again and again, a cycle no deities can stop
acrid eyes of vile yellow and eerie crimson pierce through the thickness of night
guarded safely under its cloak, where weaker are open game
there are no rules, the hunt never ceases
take a break and you shall most certainly be defeated
breathe once, but hold it fast, move fast but make not a stir
all are prey, and few are predator, with little to get in their way
cease and desist does not exist, and will pay you quite a fortune
it's only fair, it's just a game
you play it everyday
you have no horse to win this race, only fear to try and carry you away.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 4:42 pm
Guardian Name:Kamala (Origin)Chosen Name: Elian Hollow Spooky Poem:Bright and sharp Light and dark Often sticking to places Once it stains, its hard to get out completely Dripping like water
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