First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.
Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:
It must fit the week's theme. It must be submitted by the deadline. It cannot have inappropriate language in it. It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).
Also:
The poem must be created for this contest A user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!) Only one submission per user will be accepted
As we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the _Poetry_ page.
OK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!
Just a note: If you wondered why you didn't get mentioned or you would just like feedback on your poem, let me know on my comments and I will be sure to give you detailed feedback back on your comments page. I stand by my decisions though, because I read carefully, and trust me, this one was a real toughie to judge.
The light moon dances along the sky, the dark moon glances though the deep pool. The stars as its background; a shimmering lie, a man looks up to grab it, the one that is the fool.
A reflective God showing its power, the sun hides away fueling its foe. The moon begins to fall, we begin to cower, slowing moving closer it's an intimidating glow.
For ages on end, I've looked up at night To spy what the eye could spy, And how lovely it is to imagine the sight Just to visit the man in the sky.
As the truth be revealed, this man is not small; He is actually bigger than I, But alas, the illusion is actually nothing at all; He is quite a large man in the sky.
He sleeps in the daylight and wakes in the eve As in light he can't open his eye, How I want to reach up with my hand and retrieve The little round man in the sky.
But his distance is great and the trip would take years And I know I will probably die, Though a great evil thing, it's not death that I fear; It's neglecting the man in the sky.
While whipping white whispering winds flow west I dream only that I can fly, If the wind carried me I would try all my best To shake hands with the man in the sky.
An impossible state of unhappiness starts And as time isn't far going by, 'Cause I know that my days left are just numbered charts Though is not true with he in the sky.
A silvery, glisteny man, oh he be! And this quite far from a lie! Though it isn't quite clear why the man watches me Like a man who's afraid of the sky.
Oh I wish I could jump up and grab that old man, Just to show him around the dry Earth that is, there is no way I possibly can; I'm a ground man and he's in the sky.
The road to unhappiness isn't too steep And I know that I'll probably cry, 'Cause I know I will never be able to meet With the little round man in the sky.
THE MOON Eternally Inspires poetry the source of reflected sun when light there is none or inspiring insanity a lunatic's necessity Produces love a finite fling in the back of a car ill-gotten romance beneath the stars or perhaps, new beginnings, new life a new child on earth marks a husband and wife MY LUNA Temporarily Her beauty streaming her soft pale face eyes always so distant Cold my love couldn't warm her for i had no courage, was too far away she has eclipsed forever it was of her own doing because no one warmed her THERE IS NOW NO NEW MOON FOR THE LUNATIC
Luna THE MOON Eternally Inspires poetry the source of reflected sun when light there is none or inspiring insanity a lunatic's necessity Produces love a finite fling in the back of a car ill-gotten romance beneath the stars or perhaps, new beginnings, new life a new child on earth marks a husband and wife MY LUNA Temporarily Her beauty streaming her soft pale face eyes always so distant Cold my love couldn't warm her for i had no courage, was too far away she has eclipsed forever it was of her own doing because no one warmed her THERE IS NOW NO NEW MOON FOR THE LUNATIC
