Smoke and mirrors
Brotherhood, indeed.
Damaged by our rivals in other clans, and with the Vong constantly at our heels, this war seems a constant test of our will, our fighting spirit. As moral dips, our tacticians begin to look at other, non-traditional ways to escape this conflict.
For many, it seems that the only way to wash our hands of this war is in the blood of our 'brothers'.
OOC: Attempt to capture the desperation, fear, or weary resignation in your clan's actions at this time.
Rules
1. Poem may be as long as the Author desires; however, 10 pages of fluff will not beat three pages of outstanding work. Arial or Times New Roman Font. Standard page size with 1 inch margins. Poetry must be some sort of poetry, and may not be prose.
2. Entries will be graded on grammar, spelling, and general content.
3. Entries MUST include ID line and DJB PIN ON the document itself. Unidentified entries will be discarded.
4. 1st, 2nd, & 3rd Place Entries will be chosen at the end of each round.
5. Participants have until 11 August 2359 (1159 PM) EST to submit their articles.
Send all Poetry submissions to: VongWarFiction@gmail.com and your Clan Consul!
Judges
Muz, Raken, Anshar, Sarin
Yet another opportunity for CSP to gain points in the hotly contested Poetry/GFX ladder. Since there is no graphics event this week, everyone should participate in this poetry event. To show you all how easy it is to submit an entry to this competition, you will find my entry below. I took me about 10 minutes to complete and I'm no poet.
Smoke and Mirrors
Death is upon us, creeping from round the bend,
Like a fog bank rolling along the ground.
Now must be our time to ascend,
To the earthly world we are no longer bound.
To the Force itself our bodies we must lend,
In the Dark Side we must surround.
Our enemies are fierce and unyielding,
Our religion they do contest.
They despise the weapons we’re wielding,
Our heresy they do detest.
There seems to be no shielding
From the ones we have transgressed.
Death is indeed upon us,
Circling round every head.
Leaving us all in distress,
Filling all with dread.
Although hard to confess,
The thin line between life and death we all tread.
So see, if everyone commits 10 minutes and sends in a poem, no matter the length, we will gain points on Taldryan and Naga Sadow. COMPETE! No excuses, no regrets, whatever it takes. FOR CSP!
