Challenge Voting Part A

SELF CHOSEN PROMPTS:

Here are the poems written with the prompts you picked for yourselves.

Please read each of the poems, and PM me with the number you want to win.

PLEASE PUT THE LETTER A BEFORE THE NUMBER, SO I CAN COUNT THE VOTES SEPARATELY.

Voting closes on Tuesday, winners announced Wednesday.

Good luck!

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A1

Title: Saved by your Light

Morning sunrise,

You are like cupid,
rather more like a volcano
dancing in the sky
erupting hues of reds
and yellows
to captivate my eyes.
Those mixtures of tinctures
reflected upon tides,
within the ichorous textures
that rise and fall
directly to my heart.
You ebb me and lure me
into an aisle of delight.
With your rays,
don't you see?
you escort me into paradise
to walk in waves,
then feel alive
though I sank, almost drowned,
in the ocean's arms,
I was saved by a safeguard
guided by your light.

Oh Morning sunrise,

your hues of reds and yellows,
reflected upon tides,
are like an aisle of delight,
where I chose to walk.
Where I left the shores,
enlightened by your light,
Just to swim and feel alive.

I was saved by your guiding light.

Oh paradise.

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A2

Necklace Of Love

Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror.
Casting gentle shadows on the face she sees within.
In these moments all alone,
when horror lies in sated slumber.
Naive dreams call, taunting her, with how it could have been.

Rosy glows of youth and love
stare back with wistful, longing eyes, as
pleading with herself to leave, she knows she will refuse.
How can she abandon all
the dreams and hopes she's built her world on?
Lies come easy to a heart with nothing left to lose.

Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror.
Lighting up the face of someone that she used to know.
Showing off the necklace of love,
left by booze soaked, callous fingers.
Scars may fade, but in her mind they never really go.

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A3

Her dark dreamland

Night falls into my arms,
his bleeding heart -strained
By the spears of the stars-
dreams recorded in his veins.

He's a circumstantial victim,
of my broken dreams.
Imprisoned by the fears within,
my mind's film-reams.

Memories, of her dark dreamland,
a haunting movie-scenes
Replaying nightmares-my sinking sand.
I'm drowning, in the essence of me...

My other half, she comforts me-
embracing me in this dark dreamland-I'm shrouded in the mystery,
of the misery, in her dark dreamland...

She ensnares my soul,
ripping me from the arms
Of dear night, who makes me whole.
I'm trapped, by my dark side's charms.

I wish I could rewind that scene,
cut his pain from the ream,
paste instead,a magical dream,
Turn this movie, into reality.

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A4

"Faith"

I'm not imaginative enough to live a happy life.
I cannot reach the Holy Land through hollow ringing prayers,
nor can I repeat the faiths of every echo beside me.
I can only listen to the whispers of my own thundering footsteps.

Any road within me will always lead to the Garden of Eden,
and even when I'm there the Serpent will never tempt me.
He will never have to - he was always a False Adversary.
I'll always take a bitter bite out of the Forbidden Fruit willingly.

I had to empty my lungs of any Grace I once held
when I realized that the Canon is a road to nowhere;
As I realized that I was born a Vestige of the Arcane Teachings,
carrying within me the treacheries of seeking any meaning.

I will remember how the Shining One was born into his tragic role,
just as Jesus Christ was born onto his bloodied cross.
Just as I was born into the role of discovering my dreams,
and the role of weaving my blasphemies into cathartic poetry.

Because I hunger for Damnation - I yearned for the Fall of Man:
I'm a traitor to all of you who long for the Rapture,
and I'm not even scared of facing the Fiery Edge of Michael's Sword,
because I know that the true Purgatory lies buried inside my chest.

I know that Hell is where the Light shines the brightest,
and Heaven where only the Vainglorious Hypocrites reach;
I know that the Roar of the Dragon is hidden in my throat,
and the Eyes of the Morning Star are forever anchored on me.

And with the Sins of my Heresies written on my skin,
I will let the Voices of my Shadows speak for themselves -
But know that my heart is heavy, and my errors plenty,
because that is the way that God created me.

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Great poems, good luck all!

Not easy at all, but I've made my choice. Well done all and thanks for running the challenge again Saffie. :)