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!
ooopss...sorry about multiple posts. Had some error first and when I came back the post didn't show and I wrote again and after the new post was ready and posted so it showed that the first post had come 2 times...
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Sometimes there, Sometimes not, The Earth you revolve, never appearing the same, Sometimes there, Sometimes not, You can entrigue anybody, your majesticness, you show off, Full Moon, Full Moon, How i wish i could own you, But nobody ever will, what a thrill you could be, if only you were colonized, yet, never will that happen,
Watch how she circles the Earth, alone. "A hard unforgiving rock of stone, Is all she is." Say the men of science. Using their learning to force our compliance.
But somewhere up there in the dead of space, As she completes her 'thereal race, I know that something within her breast, Must bid her move forward without a rest.
Could it be love?
But who would match her eternal march Across the sky? Would loneliness parch The waters of her majestic grace? Still, she travels 'round Sol in her race.
But what, then, would give her cause to hide? For monthly she narrows at the side. But what, then, bids her to come return? If heaven has not deemed her fit to spurn?
