Song/Poem Contest

[Rainshadow]

  Lol, er, W0NWILL, it's called the Hopping Dragon, not the Hoping Dragon.

[W0NWILL]

Stop judging me! *sob*
Flandor, the reason your song isn't on the pole is because it was judged by me before I set up the pole, same reason that MatthiasMan's Emerald Hury isn't on there.

[Rainshadow]

  Thanks for changing it.

[Flandor]

Alright, thanks.

[Rainshadow]

  Blaze the dragon flew through the sky,
  Blaze the dragon went very high!
  Blaze the dragon flapped his red wings,
  Blaze the dragon, the fastest of kings!

[Skyblade]

I might post a poem once I get to it. It's gonna stink though     but maybe not so much cause it'll be about a tiger and a dragon

[Rainshadow]

  *Gasp*  Tiger?!?!  Dragon?!?!  According to the Chinese Zodiac, I was born in the year of the tiger, and my favorite mythical animal is the dragon!!!!

[W0NWILL]

I Soar Atwixt the Trees

I soar atwixt the trees,
Night winds rustle the leaves,
I go when I please,
None is quick as I.
I catch insects on the wing,
Into the dark night I fling,
Fast as stone from sling,
Always higher, never just high.
A weapon I never need,
Black wings, gifted with speed,
I make others bleed,
Known as the devil of the sky,
None is quick as I.

It's a riggle!

[Skyblade]

  *Gasp*  Tiger?!?!  Dragon?!?!  According to the Chinese Zodiac, I was born in the year of the tiger, and my favorite mythical animal is the dragon!!!!

I was born in the year of the tiger too(august 24, 1998)  and I always loved dragons. My poem's truning out pretty lame though

@WONWILL a bat?

[W0NWILL]

Yes

[Rainshadow]

  Do What is Right

  Don't do something bad,
  Even if you get paid.
  Be kind to others,
  And friends you'll have made!

  Do what is right,
  Don't give up hope!
  Do what is right,
  Don't go and mope!

[MatthiasMan]

Soo . . .Who won the contest?

[White One6193]

Is this Middle-Earth, Or is it my Room?
I
Open the pages and feel a thrill,
as I gaze upon Bilbo Baggins' house Under-the-Hill
A dragon roars beneath the Moon
Is this Middle-Earth, or is it my Room?

I skip ahead, and smiling, fall
Down into Theoden's Golden Hall
I smell the hearth-smoke, and hear the knell
Of Meduseld's great warning bell

I see the ranks of snarling orcs,
Their banners of Eye and Hand
And I hide in fear from the Unholy Power
That holds fell sway at the Tower of Angband

The shadowed trees of Lorien
Their branches all a-sway
Is where I hold my respite
Along my wandering way

Look up! I see Galadriel
Who o'er Lorien gracious rules.
Her eyes the pool of wisdom
Her strength the bane of fools
Her hair more fine than golden wire
A gleaming, shining treasure
Three of which young Gloin's son
Thought priceless beyond all measure

I must not stop, though
Upon my route;
My words must tell it true
The beauty of this Parlous Realm
Is bought most dearly, too.

Down to the shadow of Moria
By the Dwarves called Khazad-Dhum
Where precious mithril, mined too deep
Brought Balin's accursed doom.
Smoke and shadow! Flash of flame!
"This enemy is beyond you!"
The Balrog lives!
"He'll slay us all!"
Regret we ever came...

To smoke and ash
And choking air
A realm of storm and fire!
The Dark Lord Sauron's
Demonic kingdom
In Mordor, his hellish lair
The Nazgul fly
On winged steeds
Their Master's fell Eye
Sees all thoughts and deeds

Despair ye not!
Light in the West is seen!
A hidden heir
Returns to his right
Look now to the righteous King!
A sword re-forged
An army raised
Prepare to fight!
Lo, pay him homage and praise!
The Captain of the Dunedain
The Hope of Man
Returns to reign again!
Estel, Ellessar
Strider, Aragorn
"Bringer of Hope to Men"
Returns for what he was born!

Oh, but what of the Halflings?
Those of the quiet path?
Called by the Rohirrim "Holbytla";
The wise Elves Periennath?

One rides with Theoden,
Winning laude and fame;
His courage without question
"It's only the length of his arm I mention."
Says Eomer, Rohan's thane.
"Ride with me!"
Says Dernhelm
(She) of the masked face
Slaying Angmar's Witch-King
Merry proves there is worth in his race


Pippin stands in white marble halls
Servant to grim Denethor
Hoping to pay for Boromir's death
By offering his own life in war.

His oath is thought rash
By one ancient and wise.
The Maia Olorin
Gandalf Storm-Crow
Mithrandir shining eyes

But, what of Frodo?
The young, reluctant Bearer?
He who carries the burdensome Ring
That slowly possessed its wearer
He walks in dark places
Smeagol-Gollum his guide
His gardener Sam
No servant more true,
Thinks the Stinker has "somethin' to 'ide!"
In Cirith Ungol
The Spider's Pass
Shelob waits in hunger
Her venomous maw
Waits for a ''sweeting''
Frodo will not live much longer...
Fly north to great Orthanc
The great standing spire
Home to Curunir -Saruman-
Word-smith, cunning liar

He who once was "The White"
Now calls himself ''Many-Colors''
He gave up his station
To capture the Ring
"Sauron does not share his power"
In the train of Saruman
Crawls the Wormtongue
Pale and weak
He whispers ill counsel
To fool old Theoden.
The hand of Eowyn he shall seek

Hie! Hie Away!
From the Realms of Men, Away!
Away, to the falling sun!

[And this thing's STILL not finished...]

[W0NWILL]

Wow, I always loved the movie.

[Rainshadow]

  You just made me fall in love with that series again.  Thank you.