Here are the winners…Morcollo, lilybeth, White_lady_of_Ithilien, Voronwevinyamar

Second Poetry Contest Tied First Place

Questions
by Morcollo

Am I lost in darkness, danger?
Am I a light within a light?
Are you the echo of my heartbeat, lover?
Or are you closer than the night?

Am I grasping at cobwebs, spider?
Are you the Ghost of Christmas Past?
Are we the angels of the fire, my darling?
Are we the first, or are we last?

Am I trapped? Am I tortured, shadow?
Am I a dreamer in a trance?
Is this the phantom of a lifetime’s longing?
Am I to even have a dance?

I know you’re death. You are resurrection.
You are the man above the strings.
I know you play me like a chess piece. Checkmate.
But you won’t let me see your wings.

Are we guessing? Are we Eve and Satan?
Are you the monster by the stairs?
I’ve said so much, but you’re silent always.
Am I the only one who cares?

Are you so dark, or is twilight changing?
Why do I always know your voice?
Am I the echo of your first song, singer?
Are we the consequence of choice?

You think I’m mad, but without this wonder
The world we have is less than dreams.
Why are there locks on a door that opens?
Because the door’s not what it seems.

Second Poetry Contest Tied First Place

Battle of Life
by Morcollo

Your life’s first dawn will start the fight
As green leaves strain towards the light.
“This,” said Spring, “Is my gift to you:
A spell of life and leaves and dew.”
She sang of the stars, the sun, and the moon.
The sapling of life will be a tree soon.

The Sun at its zenith and Summer’s heat.
The strength of your youth and the friends you’ll meet.
And Summer danced. “My gift to thee
Is body’s strength and mastery.”
But what of the beautiful things and brave
That Summer will give its strength to save?

A truce is called. You are too strong.
Now Sun will set, and Autumn’s long.
Then Autumn wept. “The gift I give
Is the knowledge of self you need to live.”
The gold sun falls beneath the ground,
And glorious, great, is the world you found.

The pale moon shines on a dome of stars.
Your fight was long. You bear its scars.
Now whispering Winter gives her gift.
“From you, doubt and fear I’ll lift.”
Follow her, dear one, follow her song
Among the stars, where you belong.

Second Poetry Contest Tied First Place

The Passing
by White_lady_of_Ithilien

By the lake she sat
under the golden trees
with the moon caught
in her raven hair
and the starlight
in her eyes.

At the sky she looked
the great mystery
that lay above her
tears on her face
feeling alone,
alone like never before

Abandoned was she
for her time had passed
everyone she loved
had passed;
everything she knew
had died.

Only death in front
gazing at the wasting years
Loneliness her only friend
and lores of missing.
She should pass across
beyond the circles of the world.

First Poetry Contest Tied First Place

Farewell, Dear One
by Voronwevinyamar

Time ebbs and flows
bringing treasures, new and old,
but taking with it,
things more precious.

My dear sister, you have left our story
our grand and glorious adventure together,
and begun your very own.
Time has closed our past chapters.

I remember the bright mornings
when you told me squash was cheese
and you were the Gypsy Queen
and I your kidnapped daughter.

I remember the lazy afternoons
you would take me driving
and we would dance in that small car
as if people weren’t actually staring at us.

I remember the evenings
when I would come home
and cry on your shoulder
because of days that tried my breaking point.

And I remember that one fateful day
when your eyes knew love
and He entered your life,
the One who would finally take your heart.

Then came the bright afternoon
when you walked down the petal-strewn isle
crowned in beauty
and a thin white veil.

It is here, my dear sister
I bid my faint adieu,
our story is over.
Only memories lie in our hearts,
while the moments remain lost and locked,
behind the unyielding doors of time.

Farewell my dear one,

Farewell.

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