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!
Dressed in black from head to toe keeping quite quiet to not let himself show walking almost running for whom he is stalking silent as if not there, he waits
Armed with the weapons of a silent scream kill all over the floor his blood will spill he won't even see it he won't even feel it
He looks back up from where he is hiding only to be surprised at his finding the target was gone gone with out a trace
Walked out the door leaving his stalker behind where he went the the killer is blind the stalker leaves without a sound and searches once more for the target
Around corners, up stairs the chase is on although it must be over by dawn for the night is when the work is done in the light a normal life must resume
The stalker peeps up over a wall there is the target standing tall out in the open not expecting a thing he is unaware of his fate at this time
Just over the wall the black dressed man peers a slight miss is what the man fears he only has one shot and it must be silent the suspense builds as the blow gun is raised
The man falls and no one was there The ninja turns and is gone in the air his just was stealth and that's how he did it, stealth
SAAAAWEEEEEET!! I got a runner up on my 1st one!!!! \\m/>.<\\m/ YEAAAAHHHH. And yes the second stanza, I did mess up lol. I caught that after I posted it. I will do A stealth thing on ninjas. Xverb kinda stole the idea i had, but I will change it! prepare yourself for the ninja-ness!
I kill you from a mile off, I make you dead before the sound even comes, I laugh as you fall down with a blood sputtered cough.
With a crack from to sky, the bodies fall down, Each one gone with a half inch of lead, Laughing as I blow off their crown.
Left for naught but to die again and again, A snipers bullet shall shred through thee, So short and quick you don't feel the pain.
And it drives you insane.
Death from a mile, you don't see a flash, As your bodies splits with a violent crash. It takes two seconds to reach you with my fingers of God, It takes two seconds to wipe out your squad.
Roll in the dust before you're snuffed out, This is what you get for being a lout. Fifty caliber rounds with smash through your head, Shortly the rest of you will end up dead.
I invade your dreams in the predawn hours, Filling you with terror and take what's ours. You will never see me, for I am death, Silently smiling as you take your last breath.
It's time to die for the final time, Your life to me isn't worth a dime.
Scurrying through the shadows There a silhouette visible in the darkness Easily evading capture Already far away Lungs spasm, gasping for air There another one Hot in pursuit
Like shadows a depth, or the mother of night. There is a surrean darkness, hindering sight. A perfect darkness, for an assassin of life. It wears only a cloak, it's weapon: a scythe. Slipping through shadows, and avoiding gaze. It glides to it's target, in a foggy haze. No one has seen it, even if they say some. You only know it's there, when it says: your time has come.
