Autumn of the Red Pebble
November 23rd, 2003
No Entries
Winter of the Crystal Ponds
January 18th, 2004
First Place
Comfort in Winter
By Slagar the Cruel
As the air grows hard
And bites the lungs,
As the wind howls
In the feircest tongues,
When water's under ice
And grass under snow,
As nature seems dead
And light seems low,
As even the boldest
Are slow to roam,
One can only find comfort
In the warmth of home.
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Spring of the Wispy Clouds
April 24th, 2004
No Entries
Summer of the Rising Moon
October 3rd, 2004
No Entries