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Artist's Name:Lizzie
Artist's Elftown User Name:[Estantia]
Poem Category: sad
Poem's Title: The Girl With No Name
Poem:

A girl stood on the cliffs. She sang a song of loneliness as tears raced down her cheeks. The wind whipped at her as she sang her heart out to the distant storm. Her dress and cloak streamed out behind her.
It was powerful loneliness. Usually loneliness is quiet, a soft, singing of this song within a heart, unseen tears falling softly, without sound.
This was a howl, the wind stole the tears from her cheeks as she poured her heart out to the wind.
She stood on a spar thrust out from the island rocks, which formed a jagged screen
behind her. She was right at the edge, but she would not jump.
She was framed on the spar.
Her song rung out.
This is the girl who cannot hold on any more.
The wind did not make a sound nor steal its clarity or beauty away.
The sea below formed peaked waves, smashing against the base of the cliff in the storm that she sung to.
She choked, and collapsed, shuddering with misery, but the song still rang out. It is
always there if you know where to look, or listen.
A girl without a name.
The song was.....all.
Her pain.
The song.

A tear rolled down, once, twice. This is not defiant loneliness. This is hidden loneliness, a thin, pure sequence of notes.
She knelt in the corner, her tears fall only in her heart, the song is in her heart. She is hidden in a corner, dust on the floor, furniture hiding her from view.
This is the girl, but not the girl.
This is the girl who is never noticed.
This is the girl who retreats into her own mind, and makes stories and songs to help her.
She is the girl who fades into shadows and watches sadly and hungrily as the world
misses her.
She will survive.
She always has done.
Always will.
She survives because a song echoes in her empty heart.
This is the girl who sees the girl on the cliffs.
And this is the girl who knows who the girl with no name is.
Because she has no name.
She dreams she is defiant because then people would see her pain.
But this is hidden loneliness.

Because people can see defiant loneliness, hear it echoing, they miss the quiet song, which is as strong, less strong or stronger.

This is the girl who is not seen.

This is the girl with no name.

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Artist's Name:Alexander M. Overton
Artist's Elftown User Name: [alexoverton]
Poem Category: Love
Poem's Title: Second Limbo
Poem:
This cryptic bleeding's so deceiving, to those whom I walk about.
Just hoping this means perfect logic, to those I must survive without.
Feeding on my aspirations, choking on my mind's own speed,
Come and view my destination, come and drink the finest mead,
It ferments from the sweetest thoughts, the fruits of all my memories.

Come drink this mead, and lax my fears, come take it from my veins.
Come have this drink, though it is mine, I'd only swallow pain.

For if I touched my lips to blood, the drink they'd just absorb.
And only when I may return, to endless stimuli...
Only when I gain my wings, and only when I die...
May I reach into the heavens, and safely steal more...
Of what lets me be mortal, and drop into before...
And burning, brew the same again, the rights to cause me hell...
And cast myself away again, down to the place I fell.

Oh come and drink my blood my friend, I swear it be no crime,
Oh come and drink my mead again, so long as you be time.
Limbo is the place I seek, the perfect balance... cause my leak.
But Limbo can mean just two things... Emptiness, or everything.
If you leave me with the first, then tear me down, and call me cursed... and here I'll ever be.
If she takes me, I'll know the last,
If she takes me, we'll be free,
If she takes me, we'll set mast,
If she takes me, time may see,
And if this may be everything,
May it splinter... may it sting...
The world will still be everything,
And everything at reach.

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Artist's Name: Talon
Artist's Elftown User Name: [Tal Anduril]
Poem Category: To Make You Think
Poem's Title: My mental state a month ago-Everything has it's price.
Poem:

Trapped within a well-lit room,
Unaware it is your tomb,
Driven by need to this place,
To hide from anger, to flee from hate.

Sheltered now you touch the stones-
Little by little, the earth grows cold,
Shaking now you pace and stare,
As walls give way to empty air.

Darkness looms beyond your hall,
-And from the depths you hear it call-

Mortal, you cannot hide from me
Triumphant now it roars with glee,
The horrors wrought by an unchecked hand,
I dwell within the soul of every man.

You cower; you quake and denounce its lies,
But in the darkness they gather, they fly.
Piece by piece the floors give way-
Crumbling slowly, steady in its decay.

Huddled in the last tatters of light,
You await the coming night:
When all falls dark, and hope is lost-
And this, is what your silence cost.

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Artist's Name: Andrew
Artist's Elftown User Name: [Starna]
Poem Category: Fantasy
Poem's Title: Lament for King Pendragon II
Poem:

My tale is full of woe and strife:
A husband and his faithless wife,
A boy who struggled to make friends
That stayed until their bitter ends,
All but the one who led astray
The woman I had hoped would stay.

The people I had served as King,
They could not handle such a thing.
They demanded that I should choose
Yet in that choice I knew I'd lose.
Uphold my friendship and my vow
My virtues all but fail me now.

I sent my men upon God's Quest;
He kept the pure and left the rest.
I send them now to save the weak,
But tyant's power is all they seek.
I stopped their pointless fights outdoors,
But that left them with bigger wars.

My cause was noble, I was just.
I gave them love; I gave them trust.
"Might for right" was what I hailed.
Yet with my work, the goal still failed,
And now all the ideals I'd sought
Are lost with me in Camelot.

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Artist's Name: Katherine
Artist's Elftown User Name: [PorcelainMachete]
Poem Category: Love...
Poem's Title: "J"
Poem:
How do you kill what has lived for so long
The rivers of passion have run dry
I can no longer kiss the lips of the dead
And the time has come for goodbye

But can I look at your face and tell you these things
Will I be able to hold my own
When you say to me back that you couldn't care less
Will I hate to be left all alone

If I do find the courage, can I call you right back
Will you still return to my arms
Or will I have blown every last bit of chance
And see you loving someone else's charms

I couldn't have that, I wouldn't have that
So I guess all I have left to do
Is to swallow my pride and dry all my tears
And keep telling myself to love you

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