Whispering Day Poetry Contest Winners

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Greetings,

Last week the Britain City Council announced their Whispering Day Poetry Contest. After receiving many entries, select council members voted on their favorites. The votes were tallied, and three winners were chosen.

A fourth superb entry, was chosen for Honorable Mention. Each of the four winning entries received a Whispering Day Gift Bag. The gift bag Consisted of full exceptional, marked male and female leather armor sets dyed red. Additionally they included a bottle of champagne and two pink flutes.

The Winners are as Follows:

• Honorable Mention - Jander Starym
• 3rd Place - Thrawn
• 2nd Place - Maeve
• 1st Place - Annunzio

The winning entries are as follows:

Honorable Mention - Whatever you see

By Jander Starym

Whatever You See... Whatever you see, wherever you go, Was created by all mighty, be sure to know. The sun by day, the moon at night, The glittering stars; three kinds of light. Plants, flowers, trees so tall, Roses, lillies, ivy on the wall, Deserts, jungles, mountains high, The book of Nature, `tween earth and sky, All this, the wonderful creation, and you, of course you

my love, my joy

My source of inspiration, my happiness

tis all I need ever to see

Third Place - Untitled

By Thrawn

As I sat alone on my balcony And wondered where my love could be I gazed across the never-ending sea And knew that she was near

The sun was setting in the west My heart a-pounding in my chest My mind unable to even rest Until she's with me here

And then I saw a light below A torch, no doubt, gave off a glow I stood and shouted out "Hello!" Could it be My Dear?

I ran downstairs so very fast My mind raced back to days of past My darling, my love was home at last I longed to touch her hair

A quick push flung open the door And my heart leapt up again once more It was the woman who I adore I smiled and held her near

Second Place - Untitled

By Maeve

When the skies of Brittania darken, when the trees are caressed by the moon, When the night winds sigh like baby's breath, I'll be with thee, that soon.

When the bards have put down their music, When the warriors have sheathed their swords, When the evening is merely a memory, Thy dreams will bear these words.

The morning can't pass swift enough. The afternoon plods along. Evening sheds a hopeful light, Brilliant-red as my final song.

Love is a spirit stronger than Death, Expansive as the sky. We share one heart, we breathe one breath, As long as you dream, I'll not die.

For When the skies of Brittania darken, when the yews are caressed by the moon, When the night winds remind thee of my death, Weep not--Dream. And I'll be with thee soon.

First Place - The Red Wisp

By Annunzio, Historian of Trinsic

Spirits high with wine, I turned upon the path and made my way with careful steps, leaning on my staff, my mind still in the tavern hears the dancers as they laugh, smells the spices from the cider, tastes the tender fatted calf.

But soon these thoughts have left me as I creep into the night. I turn and look behind me now, and seek the tavern's light, but the tavern and its patrons have vanished from my sight, so I plunge further in the darkness as I feel my heart grow tight.

The creatures were a-buzzing, they filled the wood with sound, my mind now turned to darker thoughts, of my body found dead and decomposing, dead upon the forest around, my wife and children weeping as they build a burial mound.

The a vision struck me as I walked further in the wood, A ray of crimson light was dancing, as no dancer ever could, and dancing ever towards me it approached me where I stood, I clutched my chest to calm it but my efforts did no good.

"My child!" The creature called to me, its voice an eerie hum, "I sense you are afraid this night, I feel your senses numb, I hear your heart is pounding now, as a drum stick on a drum, But your fears are out of place, instead you should fear what you've become."

"I know not why you've come here now and set my mind to stir," I stuttered as my answer to the dancing crimson blur, "and I see now that you intend me good, which is as I would prefer, but I assure you that the man I am is the man I ever were."

"I am here tonight to right a wrong, the wrong I most detest," replied the wisp, still dancing, as still I held my chest, "You are but a humble man, yet once your soul was of the best but now, these years gone by, you no longer are so blessed."

"I know that you still think yourself a man who's spirit's strong, your heart is free of wickedness, yet once it sung a song, a song of virtue pure as gold, as pure as life is long, but now instead of seeking good, you seek to do no wrong."

"Virtue is a path, my child, but the path does not descend, many travel up along it, to reach the heights they do intend, but resting for a while they stop, and believe they've found the end, and smile meekly at themselves, for an achievement they pretend."

With these words the wisp's light blinked, and vanished without trace, I then ran towards home, through darkened wood, at a reckless pace, At last I came unto my home, that marvelous old place, I grabbed the glass, and brought it near, and saw a different face.

We thank all of you who entered, and wish to see continued interest in our future events.

Auren Therion Mayor of Britain