Asterdai wandered through the land of MD. He came accross a tree one day, He felt lonely and sat under its bare brancehs depressed and woeful. Falling away into sleep he dreamt something horrible.
The Weaver of Words
Follow my stave and you may see,
that the words that i speak follow continuiosly,
these words that i speak they seem to be free,
they follow a pattern that is not set by me.
Oh weaver of words
Oh speaker of dreams
Confuse me with riddles
Do not let me see,
The dreams of your mind
The thoughts of your soul
Lest they rip me apart
and devour me whole
The speech from your lips, the speed and the pitch
Your mouth spews a honey of knowledge so rich.
For i know that you mean it, i know that it's true
But no one can see things from my point of view.
Nobody will know, how the pain inside grows
Each word that you speak, my ears they do loath,
Please keep me away for i will fall this day
Your words like hot butter will melt me away,
(A note on the selection of the poems for vote
Asterdai experienced a nightmare, when asking for a dream to be written, a nightmare, confusion, images, unable to control the course of it, symbols, images, are the kinds of things i was looking for. Extra marks should be rewarded for similarity to the poem asterdai wrote or his story. You might say i asked for a dream not a nightmare but these are one and the same to me. Im afraid there were a few poems that i didnt understand, and thats not your fault its mine, please do not be dismayed, i have enjoyed reading them all, thanks for all your effort,
Here are the finalists please vote and more importantly leave a reason for the vote, All these people have made such an effort, they would all apprecaite your support x)
Gargant. 's poem
The dark brings about a change in me
But you do not know, since you do not see
The raging tirade of blackness brings
The need to fly away upon wings
That I see in my mind as the darkness advances
Some call these dreams, visions or trances
the nights of endless sleep repeat
running, flying, escaping the beat
of the urban nightmare I see every day
the sleep at night it takes me away
But dreams have become my unhealthy obsession
Surely by now I would've learned my lesson
The night brings about a change in me,
but you would not know since you do not see
Eternal sleep to wipe my mind clean
An endless slumber, I sleep perchance to dream.
Good points i like :
Other people not understanding, not seeing dream so cant, something experienced inside,
running theme of dreams as a chance to escape is a nice one, endlessly repeating stressing the length of time asterdai has been dreaming for,
wanting eternal sleep to get away from it all, kinda emo, but also really nice image x
Fawes Poem
Looming incandescent light,
Proof of how barren is this night,
No one to hear my screams and plight,
Save me from this demonic plight.
Laughing... and at the corner of my eye.
I see... that is I!
Out of fright, I cry.
For it seems my fate is to die.
And then... I look at where my tears have fell.
In this darkness, it's sheen did naught but compel.
I touched it, then a familiar smell,
Instantaneously had me repel.
Blood! What is happening to me?
I didn't notice the ever-approaching three.
My eyes were too blurred to see.
Either way, I was not free.
But before I could tell what they really were,
I woke up sweating and unsure.
I started laughing at my stature,
Until I heard another laughing rapture.
Good points i like :
no one to hear my screams and plight, similer to gargants and The Weaver of Words,that no one understands
quick snippets of vivid images, reflect darting and uncontrolable mind and thinking while dreaming
nice twist at the end, worrying if its over now the dream is!
Ignatious Grene 's poem
To your dreams -
I watch you sleep, I watch you drool
you want to write - but are a fool
I've seen your smile, I've seen your face
Gracing - pacing place to place
Make me laugh, make me smile
if you find it worthwhile
To frolic and play, to dream and say-
wish words were your way
Like your rest, like your breast
full of dreams - what a pest!
I know slumber, I know pain
almost in away, again
See my grin, see my teeth
you'll never match Keith
in wit nor rhyme,
in the grime.
Good points i like :
just absolutely hilarious! but a bit mean to me! Had to be entered
Ailiths Poem
The Dreamer
Deep in slumber his brow furrows deeper,
Twitches and turnings betray the sleeper,
His voice wishes escape, a warning perhaps?
His mind creates, destroys and creates
The realm entire his psyche relates
As the images form, his thought relapse.
A sudden noise, eyes flicker to a stare,
His hand to quill with words to prepare.
The dreams become ink, become verse.
The images and darkest of thoughts
Stand their ground at all the retorts
He, eyes closing again, submits to his curse.
Good points i like :
The way the sleeper seems uncomfortable in his sleep,
his mind creates, destroys and creates - unpredictability of dreams but understanding Everything in it (love that)
image of waking in a stare and immediately turning to paper i love, something ive done myself and that asterdai does
Dreams as a Curse, which i feel it is for asterdai, he doesnt want nightmares! who does!
Phantom Orchid's Poem
Diana's Dream
Last night I dreamed
Of jesters and kings,
Of long scarlet carpets
Where the crier doth sing:
"Do not be dismayed,
Scared or afraid.
Her will, be done,
Thy night it shall come!"
Moonlight descends
On unholy priests,
On the Well of Tears
From where sip the dark beasts.
Iridescent eyes,
Reflecting the skies -
Mother - wolf's howl -
Takes pause in her prowl.
Goddess set free
From the other side,
From the underworld
Where our spirits abide.
Our bodies shall go,
Land that is hallowed,
One with the ground,
Glory of mountains crowned.
As now I dream
Her into me.
Her spirit abounds,
Blurred is the boundary.
Night it seeks day,
Which is taken away.
Dancing around,
As sky meets the ground.
Shades upon us, see,
Accursed Growth tree -
A part of my home;
A vision e'er so comely.
Sweet dream of mine,
Or am I of thine?
Without, within -
We end where we begin
Good points i like :
beautiful imagery, and also imagery of MD used beautifully and woven into the poem with a lot of skill
like how the moon is included in this poem (i think phantom orchid is a err moonlover and if she is, its nice to involve her characters likes in this poem also)
i get the idea of how a dream becomes part of reality, something which interests me especially regarding Necrovion, and i think this works really well here, especially as Asterdai was dreaming at the path of lonliness which is right outside
Blackwood Forest's Poem
Walking there all day long,
My feet hurt me really strong.
I take a nap under the tree,
And sleep away, so suddenly.
But this is just the journeys start,
My mind is weaving dreams so smart.
Sometimes they do me pleasure well,
Sometimes they show me my own hell.
But even in the deepest dream,
I stay the same and always keen.
I turn the story for my vantage,
And gather glory for my senses.
And suddenly the dream is over,
I open eyes, and will be sober.
Then I quickly write all down,
King of my dreams with my own crown.
And if I die, before I wake,
My name will keep for all sake,
And Asterdai will all remember,
For all times in his deeply slumber.
Good points that i like :
Good structure relating to asterdai was dreaming,
Dreamer here "stays the same and allways keen" which gives the idea of how Real the dream is for the person while in it
kinda freaky the idea of dying in a dream, really cool idea, kinda scary eh!?
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