Competition: Feeling a bit Poe-ish today?

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Feeling a bit Poe-ish today?

Write a tragic poem that would make tears to one. Edgard Allen Poe has been known to make his poems sad and dark. Can ya make one that is dark and sad?

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Details

Competition Information
Organized by
Brandon Tarsus, Lord Idris Adenn
Running time
2014-02-24 until 2014-03-08 (13 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Poetry
Awards
Third Level Crescents
Participants
12 subscribers, of which 10 have participated.
Results
1st place
Aidan Kincaid
Member
Aidan Kincaid
File submission
Feeling_a_bit_Poe-ish_today_-_84.docx
Placement
1st place
Member
Blade Mistress Shadow Nighthunter
Submission
Blade Mistress Shadow Nighthunter opted out of publishing her submission.
Placement
2nd place
3rd place
Aiden Dru
Member
Aiden Dru
Textual submission

it's cold and dark, deep in the recessions of his mind
like a well made of aged stone just waiting to crumble
The monsters hidden deep in this pit of despair, just waiting to get out into the open air
he fights the demons back trying to keep them away
away from all he loves but the evils had strayed
they've found an escape route and are now planning their fun
this is their day now, their day to be out in the sun.
now he can't control them, his true greatest fear
out of the well and into the world, the sorrows have boiled over after so many years
festering inside of him they ate at his soul, searing his heart till he finally gave in
He searches the dark recesses of his mind frantically trying to find an escape plan
there's only one way to stop these monstrosities and it involves killing a man
He finds the key to lock the door
with one final thrust he lays lifeless on the floor

Placement
3rd place
5th place
Lucyeth
Member
Lucyeth
Submission
Lucyeth opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
5th place
Member
Kul'tak Drol
Textual submission

Elegy of the Fall

Woe to you, oh Sith,
interstellar flames of dominance,
the past creeps warily behind--
a darkness seeking retribution.

Plastered with the fate of many,
you held death in your hands,
but have forgotten--
Death holds you.

Through wastelands of vengeance,
and fields of dismay,
crushed beneath heel--
the victims remember.

The hope you once carried,
heads held high,
buried in raging defeat--
Fate has declared.

Structure lost, torn asunder,
a brethren without name,
watch as comrades die in vain--
powerless against final flame.

Streaking sky as Death's hail,
your names on each blazing tear,
hooded figures gaze upward--
only sorrow can they feel.

Triangular metals brought to bear,
bombard calls the final time,
only a few left to witness--
the last alive.

Barren world purged by the defiant,
a few left to gather round,
knees meet dust and decay--
cradling the dying fallen.

A brotherhood with no meaning,
is not a brotherhood at all,
scattered with the wind--
till final darkness call.

Placement
No placement
Member
Seren Dipity Puer-Irae
Textual submission

im so sad today
im sad everyday
i wish the pain would go away
but instea it's here to stay

Placement
No placement
Member
General Kenath Zoron Ad Vizsla
Textual submission

My beer.
So empty.
So lonely.
So sad.
I die.

Placement
No placement
Member
Meleu Karthdo
Submission
Meleu Karthdo opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
No placement
Member
General Kell Palpatine Dante
Textual submission

Manually added by SWL Xen'Mordin Vismorsus

Placement
No placement
Member
Ernordeth Puer-Irae
Submission
Ernordeth Puer-Irae opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
No placement