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Here are the two winners of our first Fate Poetry Contest. Congratulations, Queklain and Auria!
Rawr, by Queklain
I saw the greatest heroes of my generation consumed by
madness, raving tentacled numerous,
crawling through the clouds for a miasmic climax,
purple-headed raiders burning for the forgotten
voice in the inky soul of the machine depths,
who did the drunk corehound shuffle and fooled
them all with falling fire and manic laughs,
who climbed the black rocks and touched the scaled
eye of god where the sand covered jackals howl
at noon in preacher's clothes,
who rode the shining pylon through pine
wastelands to the upside down sinners
in the windy dream of a horse's head,
who cried at the rank misshapen end of rocky
downpour and found the square savior halleluiah,
who dreamt of moldy fish and flying robots dancing
carefully by the government building,
who ate half a red squid while the sulking twins watched
wide-eyed with silent smiles,
ah, Mr. Bigglesworth, you are not safe and I am not safe,
and who therefore screamed and wailed with the
fury of a thousand turkeys,
who issued fire from the moon when the inopportune
feline hero interrupted the trout ritual,
who laughed at the frozen mouse head in a cocaine blur
of knives and handjobs,
who held in the biological fear of the loud red text
and opened trade and stuck it in or at least that's what she said.
Untitled, by Auria
Friends and companions gathering together once more,
Preparing to face the evils of this world torn by war.
As we step together trough the skull bearing gate,
We prepare for battle, wondering the destiny of fate.
Now before us we can see and measure our foe,
We strengthen ourselves through food and drink while Meradith strings her bow.
The warlocks bring forth assistance, summoning from stolen souls,
We all look on in anticipation, knowing full well our roles.
The tanks raise their shields and bear their fangs,
Two priests stand ready thinking of shadowed pains.
Waiting for the signal the hunters steady the beasts by their side,
And from the enemies eyes our mouse and pink haired rogues hide.
Finally the attack begins, a warrior issuing his battle cry,
The shaman place their totems as one summons lightening from the sky.
The mages blink into battle ready to destroy or sheep their prey,
The death knights soon join them bringing forth death and decay.
Where night elves once stood now protective trees stand tall,
And by their sides stand priests, praying for us all.
A golden beam streaks through our ranks, something we all admire,
And then a shout can be heard, “Get out of the Damn Fire!”
Standing at the feet of the enemy paladins unleash their divine storm,
While from the back a Doomkin fires his wrath in his giant chicken form.
He who we once feared now falters, unable to stand against the assault,
And as we loot his corpse the rage inside us can finally halt.
Victory is ours this day, we all band together and cheer,
But much still lies before us, hidden demons trying to overwhelm us with fear.
Looking out across the world, feeling the eerie chills that come with night,
We may not know what is out there, but we know that we will fight.
Darkness threatens to consume us, shrouding evils unknown,
But we shall be the light, with no need to stand alone.
Together we shall face new challenges, unwilling to fail,
Fate will guide us, and Fate will prevail.
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