Poetry Competion - Mythical / Magical Creatures - Judging

Judging is open to everyone - please send in to me your three votes First, Second and Third choices and all votes must be in by end of evening Sunday 30th June for results publication on the Monday.

(1) Thestrals.

Black horses roam through forest gloom
Gentle though often perceived as doom
Invisible to those who have never grieved
Comforting the lost, hopeless and bereaved.

Skeletal bodies with bat-like wings
They bring no bad omen, only truth that stings
Misunderstood, they uncover death's veil
Harmless, they help soothe the scared and frail.

Death is a storm that will touch us all;
When we feel we can do nothing but crawl
We'll fly on the backs of creatures who see
The pain and grace of one's final plea.
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(2) Luxpiritus

Swing-swing,
from her earring
Clink-clink,
is what she’s hearing.
The night so dark,
the moon so dim,
the streetlight sparks,
so she chants a hymn.

Bling-bling,
from the distance
Blink-blink,
his light an assistances.
The way he moves,
illuminates her way.
Together they groove,
by her side he stays.

Cling-cling,
onto her ankle
Chink-chink,
he softly dangles.
Safe and sound,
she’s back to her home.
He turns around,
and away he roams.

*Luxpiritus is a light spirit I made up. A part of it hangs on women ears, like an earring. When in danger at night, he clinks in their ears, so women chant a hymn, like a calling. He approaches them light their way, and guide them back home.

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(3) Dark Mystique

Elvin darkness brings a vibe
of mystic potions locked away
certain circles embrace the realm
of shadowy figures, as whispers sway.

She comes to me when night divides
earthy spirits start to play
adorned in diamonds, rubies and gold
echoes slumber as night swallows day.

An apparition or subconscious notion
a beautiful being here to stay
dusting tears away from my face
she covets my slumber with magical display.
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(4) A Mother’s Love, Cry For Vengence

I, Echidna, plead for justice, oh mother Hera,
for, having given life to dog, lion and snake,
I’ve borne their deaths at the hand of a hero
this Heracles, false hero - murderer, fake!

Faithful son Orthos, with two canine heads,
clubbed by Heracles who stole the herd
from he who guarded Geryon’s red cattle,
this dog did no wrong, his death is absurd

That same Demi-god destroyed my Hydra
while sauntering on one of his many vile treks
chopped each of her nine serpentine heads
denied her eternity by burning her necks

Mother Hera, will you not kill your step-son
even now he wears impenetrable hide torn
from my Nemean leonine son; end him
before he slays all children from me born

My queen, you must intercede at last I beg
he’s stolen your own Hesperidean fruit of gold
and slain my dragon-son Ladon, your guardian.
A mother’s hope begs the law you uphold!

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(5) The Pigmypot

The Pigmypot just knows a lot
the wisest of them all
he's round and fat, an acrobat
and only three feet tall

He hides away from human sight
in case he causes fright
with big grey eye and wings that fly
he really is a sight

Each night he calls out for his dear
but never is she there
then sinks he in a vat of beer
to drink his sorrows bare

Alas poor pigmypot has died
of broken heart despair
over loss of his darling bride
too much for him to bear
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(6) The Sock Monster

My coat it shimmers in the night.
sometimes its black sometimes its white.
sometimes its blue some times its gold,
It all depends upon what my bellie holds.

I've had it change from red to green.
So many colours my fur has been.
While you enjoy your dinner or lunch,
It is upon your socks that I do munch.

But I can only eat one from a pair you see.
For if I eat them both, I'm that colour for eternity.
I came to your house because it is warm and nice.
And not like my home in Russia which is as cold as ice.

So in the morn when you despair.
With odd socks you hobble down the stairs.
Do not swear and bear me no ill,
And smile because my tummys filled.

So in the morn when you despair.
With odd socks you hobble down the stairs.
Do not swear and bear me no ill,
And smile because my tummys filled.

You will never see me because I can move so fast.
A flash across your eyes, a vision that will not last.
One day perhaps you'll catch me and I'll not be dishonest.
I'll say hello my dears I'm a sock monster,

But you can call me Boris.

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Love these so much! ^_^

Clever and difficult to choose

Everyone is entitled to submit a vote regardless of whether you entered the competition or not- so please do remember to send in your first, second and third vote to me privately and I will publish the results on Sunday evening. Milly x