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!
I'll just sneak it in here and hope he doesn't notice... :P It's not even done yet. I was going to finish it yesterday. Whoops.
Will you put on your finest armor? Your gleaming breastplate and red shield- Will you unsheathe your sharpest weapon And again fight death until it yields?
When you were young you fought the demons Those shadows that blocked your flaming path, Cleaved through the masses with your sword And stained your red road with seas of wrath.
How very young and brave you were! Fighting Hades where death resides, And travelling to the ends of the earth, And peering over to face the starry skies.
Saving princess maidens in distress, Locked by kings upon tall dark towers Taking them by their dainty hands and arms, And accepting all the wreaths of flowers.
But now youâre shackled by Father Time, His lock and chain upon your wrist. Your old battle scars ache with age, And your stories are nothing more than myths.
And was the fame and glory worth it all? You watched your friends and companions fall, Felled from Life by Deathâs unflinching hand. You covered their faces with a ragged shawl.
Now you watch the young set off, Dreaming of all the gold and fame. You see them off with words of wisdom, Warning them of the wars and pain.
And then youâll rest your heavy head, You'll let your bloody banner fall, And you'll walk along the path of life The greatest hero of them all.
Will you put on your finest armor? Your gleaming breastplate and red shield- Will you unsheathe your sharpest weapon And again fight death until it yields?
I'm not sure about the rules for plagiarism against yourself, because (from the nonet contest here):
Will you put on your finest armor? With gleaming breastplate and red shield- Unsheathe your sharpest weapon To once again fight death. Return in triumph, We'll welcome home The greatest Hero, You.
