I wrote a novel in my head,
it was born in my dreams
it made its away across my bed,
and left a world to glean.
To catch a sight, to smell a whiff,
of faeries long ago,
away we fall upon this cliff,
and then we fall below.
They speak of things well told before,
but never found wellknown.
Never speak, just to ask for more
or judge things they condone.
A blurted word, or hasty laugh,
can bring you to your death.
Hold your tongue, speak mindful less,
lest it be your one last breath.
Their paramount be light & dark,
cruel as light can be,
the light lets no unsound remark,
but the dark speaks truthfully.
A tapestry of human skin,
a tunic made of human hair,
a harp to weave the humans in,
and worse things you could wear.
Torture from the mingling fey,
is not so commonly found,
only victims can be voluntary,
or the law becomes unbound.
Mortals never set their eyes,
upon the immortal soul,
you may know to what this applies,
they serve forever more.
Fingers stained with earthly blood,
his soul was hers for eternity,
crystal clear with magic mud,
she brought him to Faerie.
Iron made of mineral,
and water of the cross,
they harm the eternal,
and bring them to a loss.
Although they have their weapons,
Faerie have theirs too.
Things they call the mesmer,
things they make us do.
Wings of shimmery Faerie dust,
as humans like to name,
slander of the immoral and just,
and brings power to shame.
A glance into the hill you'll have,
but never to return.
The mound opens only once per man,
its something you must earn.
They know they'll think your crazy,
there hoping you fret forever more,
in search of land of magic,
and for Faerie door.
And in your angst you lead,
a couple unweary souls,
to add a feast to join the mead,
and to fill their bowls.
A contest entry
- The endless contest (or longest contest is more like it)! by Ted E Bare.
450 points, ended April 30, 2008, 96 entries
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Comments
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it was too long to hoold my interest...which is probably just me being stupid....but, anyways, i ddin't understand it, didn't see the point
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Once more your imagination begs for more. I liked the rhyme schemes you used here although there were a few lines that seemed to 'slow the flow' of my reading mostly this poem rolled...peace
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I really like it
some lines are a little iffy
but overall it is very nice -
That was very smartly written
many imageries to enjoy in your poem, you have a mature
writing voice did you know that? Very sound and stable
I can hear it clearly.
Very well done!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen : ))
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WOnderful
It is good to sep outside ourself from time to time, and see the wonders that could be. Great write
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gleaming with talent
I havent read a poem this good in a really long time. Beautiful. -
An adventure into the land of enchantment, most certainly. Made me believe in fairies, almost.
So COOL! 
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This poem started out with a bang only to fall into a lack of rhythm in places and a contraction forgotten. Once the rhythm is broken, it is hard to keep up with the message. However, it has its good points. Shancy.
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This line in my opinion :
A tapestry of human skin,
a tunic made of human hair,
a harp to weave the humans in,
and worse things you could wear.
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What exactly do you think is strange?
I thought that myself I just can't find the point where it starts.
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Oooooooh.
*pokes*
You is very talented.
You is my very talented wifey.
YAY!
Love this piece.
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