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!
AN: As you can probably tell, it was inspired by Poe's The Raven. I had drawn up the poem some time ago, and I decided to fix it up for this contest.
What days have passed when summerâs last Has come and then gone by? When its breath grew small and it came to fall To hold manâs thrall with leaves and bleary sky: âTis time to bid goodbye.
In autumnâs wake came us to the lake, The lake! Just her and I. We sat under a willow on earth soft as a pillow Gazing at the billow of waves and clouds on high That waved to us to say goodbye.
âTwas her the seraphs did adore, her the cherubs named Lenore, A maiden with my heart allied. With countenance fair and flaxen hair, Such beauty rare upon my eye, Thus loath was I to say goodbye.
Amid the foam and grassy loam I paused, about to cry. "Lenore," said I with quavering voice, "I have no choice But to leave your poise and quiet sighs, The time has come to say goodbye."
Her gaze, it traveled to my soul, there upon that grassy knoll, But from her mouth there came one word: "Why?" Our fears welled up in burning tears Sharper than spears that one could every buy: "Because we have to say goodbye."
I hugged her close for how long God knows But I was a fool, a wretched spy. I never returned, so afraid to be spurned, But within me burned the warmth of July The one I spent, but bidded goodbye.
Now her soul, so pure and whole, Has left this Earth and I, I have been, forevermore, deprived of the paramour Who lives nevermore; as she lived and died I cannot bring myself to say goodbye.
Strop: Not sure what I was thinking. :P Perhaps next time I won't write poetry on a midnight dreary. Fixing the stanza:
I held her close for how long God knows But I was a fool, a wretched spy. I never returned, so afraid to be spurned, But within me burned the warmth of July The one I spent, but bid goodbye.
hey just fixing a mistake here! Come to me, be with me, love me! All of this for eternity! And though i just waited enough, Ill still wait hearing your scarf.
