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 [Year #3] A Collection of Winning Song Contest Entries
November 8th, 1998
Second Place The Spy By Aster Around a corner, over a wall, Through a window and down a hall, She creeps without the slightest sound, Feet treading lightly on the ground. The black-gloved paws pick the lock, Being careful not to block The moonlight with smallest shadow, So the watchful guard will never know. ~ A dagger in the porter's back, A stain of red against the black. Once inside, she sees her goal: A small bit of paper, wrapped up in a scroll. She stows it away and leaves double-quick, Re-locking the door with an audible click... ~ A shout, then footsteps, running fast, She leaps the wall and is off in a blast. And when they look, they see only naught, For a good spy is never caught. Used with permission Third Place Garden By Twap Kangaroorat Once, there was a garden... A place where creatures lived in harmony. All we feared was tempest's blast And no one knew of treachery. But all I once knew seems to be gone... All mortal things must change, I've sometimes heard it said. But now the garden only seems to grow within my muddled head. A garden inside my shattered head? They've taken away the flowers And replaced them all with stones. At last, I find, I've lost my way Amongst the blood and bones. And where I was there now are none. But sweep the ashes of the fight Outside of where the eyes can see. Away into the starry night. And I know there is a garden. Used with permission Winter of the Frozen Flame
February 21st, 1999
Second Place Winter Glee By Clearspring The winter months seem cold and long With howling winds a thousand strong Some would rather stay inside - Not braving the storm, they safely hide But oh, what things these creatures miss! The snowflake's touch - a gentle kiss; A cleansing breath; the snowfall's smell; The urge to play is hard to quell; The challenge of a snowball fight; Watching sunset's dying light My friend, I give advice to you A secret of happiness, true and blue: Forever young we all can be If we remember winter glee. Used with permission Third Place (TIE)
Spring of the River Glen
June 13th, 1999
Second Place ~Untitled~ By Starfire She hugged her son and said goodbye As he walked off she started to cry Now two of her children, gone in one day. One captured by slavers, one to the warrior's way. As her son disappeared o'er the shadowy rise She lifted her head and looked toward the skies And remembered how, a few hours ago-peace! But then came a band of vermin-type beasts They'd taken her daughter and one or two more Perhaps to the north, perhaps to the shore As dawn broke that day, chaos descended They looked in despair, their world was upended A small group of warriors took Martin's sword A dagger, some slingshots and slingstones galore And then while the abbey was still wreathed in shock They found the vermin trail and away they walked When sunset arrived they were slowly adjusting In their friends warrior spirit's were trusting But the one little mouse whose world had been shattered Sat on the ramparts, her poor heart was battered She pledged everyday to keep watch o'er the gate From sunrise to sunset from dawn until late And so she did, but it was in vain For after a week her heart was the same- Her son was still gone, her daughter still missing But still she sat, watching and listening The season came and the season passed The days came short and the nights came fast The little band had not returned But the Abbeydwellers had longsince learned Life goes on and you can always hope But all the mouse did was mope Until one day, at the start of spring What happened then was a marvelous thing Over the hill and across the rise Came a joyous site for the mouse's sore eyes A warrior's welcome was prepared For the now big bad with the sword bared The little mouse was now whole-hearted For the son and daughter with whom she'd parted Had now come home Used with permission Third Place ~The Flight of a Feather~ By Clearspring Dipping, swirling Diving, twirling Carried by breezes from far away Flying and whirling Wishes unfurling Ne'er knowing where it will be the next day Freedom unbound Without a sound A vision of liberty lost in the sky Solace is found Where dreams are unwound 'Tis only a feather that truly can fly... Used with permission Summer of the Early Frost
September 19th, 1999
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