Onibi rushed to the desk, a bit frazzled. "Oh good, I'm not too late!" he wheezed. He had been working on this poem for the past two days, and really had wanted to turn it in before the end of the day... And he just made it! Now to get working on the other ones! He felt anxious, true, but this also gave his poetic creativity a fever he had never felt before! And to see so many other dragons feeling the same... This event was truly exhilarating!
Ping Ping Ping goes the bell. Waiting for someone to answer.
Judges: @s0leil @Paintminion @Milohilay @BrookInTheMeadow
FR Player Name: AlchemyFox
FR Player ID#: 452671
Dragon Poet's Name: Onibi
Dragon Poet's ID#: 49989700
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Entry Category: Season POV
Entry Title: The Seasons Fantastical
Entry:
Over hill and over dale,
past the fields hearty and hale,
down the roads and up the streams,
through the sun- and moon-beams...
The path is a long one, and hard to be sure,
but if your heart is stout and your motives pure,
You will find it!
Yes, it's true!
Between, betwixt, and breezing through!
The place where The Seasons rendezvous!
First, the oldest and ageless, calm and quiet, still and silent...
Winter, The Unicorn.
The purest alabaster, from shining horn-tip to lion's tail,
and her small cloven feet forming ice in her trail.
Her breath forms a mist that chills to the bone,
and when she shakes her mane, a blizzard is blown.
She is pure, untouchable, yet oh-so-compelling,
Her eyes fathomless, yet filled with fortunetelling.
She gazes at the world, mute and alone,
sorrowful in the knowledge that her beauty is your tombstone.
Second, the bountiful and merry, colorful and clamorous, luminous and glamorous,
Autumn, The Griffin.
Shades of amber, bronze, crimson, and gold,
his fur and his plumage a wonder to behold.
He lets out a shout as he takes to the skies,
the joy of life and of living is heard in his cries.
The birds start to follow, with each beat of his wings,
and the beasts start to gather all the season brings.
His Season marks ending, he knows this is true...
But he won't let an ending be all he lives up to!
Third, the powerful and fierce, wild and blazing, free and amazing,
Summer, The Dragon.
Her fire is obvious in the burning of her eyes,
in the shimmer off her scales, and in all that she implies.
Everyone she meets is held in her thrall,
from the first break of dawn to long past nightfall.
For as intense as she seems, she always brings joy,
for her heat and her fire are not meant to destroy.
All she wants is for all to live an adventurous life,
free from their troubles, their heartbreak and strife.
Forth, the youngest always, renewed and restored, cherished and adored,
Spring, The Phoenix.
When his egg hatches, he bursts out with song,
he and the world have been dead for too long.
He first stirs the hope that lays in our heart,
then wakes the flora and fauna in counterpart.
His colors ethereal, and his voice sublime,
his eyes full of wonder, yet ancient with time.
He sings of destruction, the old one to mourn,
he sings of creation, the new one reborn!
Over hill and over dale,
past the fields hearty and hale,
down the roads and up the streams,
through the sun- and moon-beams...
The Seasons have journeyed, long and far,
through lands touched by every star.
In this place, they might rest,
a sacred place that's truly blessed.
Between, betwixt, their travels through,
where The Seasons rendezvous.