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Artist's Name: Torii
Artist's Elftown User Name: [Wingedwolfelf]
Poem Category: Deep Thoughts
Poem's Title: The Puppet
Poem:
A pretty puppet made of wood
Gilded fabulously in gold
a child cries and yearns for it
to play with and to hold
"dance, puppet, dance"
as my strings are tugged and pulled
torn and beat and battered
as I slowly shed my gold
"do this for me, do that"
the child laughs and screams
I'm thrown and tugged and tossed about
my heart ripping at it's seams
My porcelain mask is cracking
the child's getting bored
once loved so dearly
no longer i'm adored
A pretty puppet made of wood
Gilded fabulously in gold
the child throws it out
as it starts to grow old

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Artist's Name:Bia
Artist's Elftown User Name:[adnihilo]
Poem Category: To make you think
Poem's Title: Please
Poem:
Help me oh please
And please help me still
Please help me until
Im no longer low
Then keep on helping me even when I say no

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Artist's Name: Jack
Artist's Elftown User Name: [iszendre]
Poem Category: Sad
Poem Status: Approved and Awaiting Duel
Poem's Title: The Meager
Poem:

At length it persists
From a tired, lost throne
To the shores of bliss
To make ease a home

Again to Meager it comes
Do what you will to us
Don't fail to blight our love
Leave me cold in the dust

Take care when you go
For when you do you'll see
The heart you laid down so
Was mine you tore free

So goes the love I held so near
As always smiles and turns
If I had fortune could I spare
The love she left to burn?

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Artist's Name: Vegard
Artist's Elftown Username: [Afalahs]
Poem's Category: Dark
Poem's title: Malice In Wonderland

This tale's about Alice, a young bonnie lass
Dreaming often of wonders and the looking glass
Puritanically raised under catholic rule
By a father possessed by Daemonical ghouls

Seventeen autumns had passed since her birth
And the seasons pace fast o'er this biblical earth
It came to this Night where she could find no rest
So in secret she fled from the mansion, unblessed

Her dance was macabre, though filled with delight
As she strode through the forest where stormcrows took
flight
The sky blushed to crimson like raped maids of Light
As she stood forth the den of the old sodomite

This Night of Desire, now drapeth in Sin
By the horrors outside begging to be let in
To this Cavern of Lust where the ancient witch thrilled
Upon Alice, who felt like she had been fulfilled

They found her the next day, halfnaked and dead
Though a smile 'pon her lips and with stars in her head
Stigmata still wept 'tween her pearly white thighs
And the Family knew what had happened that Night

So ends this fable, so grim but so true
Even though it spawns madness like ravens in fugue
The morale it presents is an old one in spite:
Do not venture outside in the Forest at Night!

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Artist's Name:R. Scott Terry
Artist's Elftown User Name:[valeshadow]
Poem Category: Humor
Poem's Title:The Bowly War Part One
Poem:
The Bowly War Part One

Before them stood the holy plate
glaring down at them under the sun
"It's time to declare a Bowly War," he said
"for what Tuperware has done!"
"Sharpen up your silberware,
and keep it close at hand,
we'll wipe their plastic surfaces
from our ceramic land!"
So, the piled into the gravy boats,
saucers in the lead,
to begin the Bowly War
that the holy plate had decreed.
Sunlight poured down on them
and they gleamed from its' attention,
armed with knives and forks and spoons
they moved with ill intention.

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