The sun ate the moon
while darkness was
at it's peak
shuttered out
sheltered
the faeries only
came out to
play when it was
dark.
they liked the dark
relished in it.
the frogs they called
friends
embezzled secrets
and sold them to the
trolls.
the trolls.
all for a pittance
of threepence.
violent they
huddled under
ivy spewed across
silver mountains.
delicate thunder
faery wings
scurried for shelter
iron, red, iron
the moon let out
a chilling sigh
and cried
green heads
peeked through
the lilies
in the pond.
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A contest entry
- F is for... by Pandorea.
700 points, ended July 17, 2008, 21 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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I love the first few lines. They grabbed my attention and really held it! awesome work.
Warmest,
Mylee -
So descriptive and imaginative. I really enjoyed the tale you've given us here. I like the way you've wrapped it up with the frogs peeking through the lilies as if to say they have won.
jjj
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This poem is written in a very original form. Not a cliche, in the slightest. However, I kind of lost interest in it towards the middle. Great write, all the same. Thanks for entering, good luck!
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well, what made you lose interest?
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whoa. this is cool. i'm not sure i get it, but that's fine by me.
thanks for entering this.
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