Closed Forum Event: Halloween 2014

Discussion in 'Completed Competitions' started by Zeltino, Oct 31, 2014.

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  1. Zeltino

    Zeltino Guest

    Greetings headless knights and witches! Today is Halloween and we invite you to pen a few lines and win some Crowns for your efforts. Use THIS THREAD to post your entry. In order to submit an eligible entry your submission must...
    • be a poem
    • have a title
    • contain 4-12 lines
    • include the word "Paladin"
    Please make sure to submit your poem by Sunday, November 2nd 2014. Prizes: The best ten entries (chosen by the team) will win 500 Crowns, and one random participant, who didn't make it to the top ten, will be awarded 300 Crowns. Happy Halloween! Your Tribal Wars 2 Team
  2. illuminati

    illuminati Guest

    (The paladin of the light and his greatest Fear)
    I fought i struck i Plowed them down with my DawnBringer Paladin Sword of Virtues
    Casted them away and out of sight the Monsters and Demons
    I danced in the rain in glory i reigned Flying in confidence
    Doing all things But The Light was young and the dawn was weak
    For again came the night and fright of the Villuns and there evil laughs
    I fought again and this time i swung i hit
    I Shooken them around While i plummeted them to the ground
    For a moment it was fine but Moments are short and sad how fast time flys
    When i see it was always myself and self and demons in me and in eye
    I was fighting for not for the fight had already been lost
    I am my own worst enemy my greatest fear indeed is the monster in me laughing back at thee!!!!
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  3. illuminati

    illuminati Guest


    Edgar Allan Poe

    The Raven
    [First published in 1845]

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    [TD="width: 75%"]Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
    Only this, and nothing more.'

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
    Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
    Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
    This it is, and nothing more,'

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
    Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
    Merely this and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
    Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
    Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
    'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
    Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
    With such name as `Nevermore.'

    But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
    That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
    Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
    On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
    Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
    `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
    Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
    Of "Never-nevermore."'

    But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
    Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
    What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
    Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
    To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
    But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
    She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
    Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
    Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
    Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
    On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
    Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
    By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
    Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
    `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
    Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
    On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
    Shall be lifted - nevermore![/TD]
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  4. Aceswylde

    Aceswylde Guest

    (Oh my paladin, whither do you roam)
    Paladin, oh my paladin, where have you gone?
    An army of spearmen march towards my new home!
    Paladin, my paladin, where could you be?
    My unfaithful serfs are packing now to flee!
    Paladin, oh my paladin, have you also flown?
    A noble from convictpwnz comes for me to dethrone!
    Paladin, my paladin, worry no more of me...
    for my dead body is hanging now from a tree.
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  5. SechulLath

    SechulLath Guest

    Apocalypse Nah

    Through darkened fields of battle a lone paladin did arise,
    Worn weary from his wounds and woe of his dear lands demise.
    His travels took him far unto an empire framed with light.
    A land so great that near or far, none could match its might.
    Our paladin on seeing this smiled with great delight,
    For at last he had regained his will and strength to fight.
    He led his men to fields of green, the helms of enemy knights.
    They slew them all, and with their bones fed fields and fires alike.
    They came across a land so bleak and barren,swore he'd never seen the like
    Its denizens frail and twisted, though evil in their spite.
    A legion vast, the creatures swarmed and screamed and shrieked their plight,
    For the paladin, his forces strong destroyed them all on sight.
    All hail the mighty paladin and the empire of the light
    Their enemies lie crushed before them, a swift and easy fight.
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  6. morrowquest

    morrowquest Guest

    Wrath of the Sleeper

    He stood before the wretched mound of lifeless flesh and armor rent his bloody axe held at his side, a rage of steel…exhausted, spent.
    Thrice did we, O their ghost’s lament, spike thy Barbs and probe thy town unknown to them, concealed in mist the truth of what their sins unbound
    A tidal wave of wrath unleashed from an arcane cavern shaken Alnwick’s great seal a’torn like lace, horror of legend awakened
    All the way to Bastille’s realm they heard the terror’s oozing groan from evil’s dripping recesses whence he fell upon helpless foe
    What demon O’ hell hath now spawned all through that vengeful scarlet night with mounts ablaze on ram fueled pyres and witless nobles skinned alive
    And once, at last, the night was through and once, at last, the dawn did break below him lay in reddish hue smoldering flesh in crimson lake
    A terrifying figure gazed down with eyes like ablaze in pumpkin once more upon the wretched mound what freed The Headless Paladin
    Laugh heartily, you were not there, say your rosary, be prepared for in that villa you desire an untold horror resting there.
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  7. Cotto

    Cotto Guest

    roses are red
    violets are blue
    I hare poems
    but i love TW2!!
    oh and those paladins too
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  8. convictpwnz

    convictpwnz Guest

    Defeat of EEK

    My paladins sword, defeated all the EEK`s
    then they cried alot, like a bunch of butthurt geeks
    they packed their bags, and hid in their shells like turtles
    come back and fight you bunch of whiny girls
    on the new world they ran to start over
    red rover red rover convict follows you over
    I know you think you stand a better chance
    now instead of the sword you get mieszkos lance
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  9. RedSiobhan

    RedSiobhan Guest

    The Tribal Avengers

    I have an army
    You lack a Hulk
    Your Paladin is a quim,
    so enjoy your trip to the rim
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  10. BraveRonin

    BraveRonin Spearman

    Oct 21, 2014
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    The Allie who turned.

    Paladin Paladin please come and save us
    As are closet Allie has misbehaved us.
    We need your dear help
    As we scream and yelp.
    They're taking are water and food
    I tell ya Mr. Paladin they are very very rude.
    So get on your horse and gallop to thee
    As we are scared to death and they will not flee.
    Please hurry on up and don't waste time
    these cowards have already committed enough crime.
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  11. Aceswylde

    Aceswylde Guest

    hmmm, stiff competition
  12. morrowquest

    morrowquest Guest

    Results? :)
  13. Aceswylde

    Aceswylde Guest

    10 awards and only 8 entries....we all win?
  14. morrowquest

    morrowquest Guest

    I like it, we split the pool by 8 rather than ten, or first get 25%, second 15% the balance with the regular prize. And then there is the random non winner :) Oh the opportunities, so glad the offered this contest and that I participated! Thanks TW2 community forum-meisters!
  15. convictpwnz

    convictpwnz Guest

    I think my poem should get 50% of the total coin pool of 10 because how awsome it is :)...5k coins :)
  16. illuminati

    illuminati Guest

    i dont care what i get give me somthing lol considering i didnt get my 50 starting crowns on bastille haha
  17. Zeltino

    Zeltino Guest

    We will announce (all) winners soon ;).
  18. Zeltino

    Zeltino Guest

    What a twist at the end. I clapped for this!
  19. Zeltino

    Zeltino Guest

    What a poem.
  20. Zeltino

    Zeltino Guest

    Very nicely done! The ones he fought seemed to become him!
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