Poetry Contest ~ Round two

[Rei]

The winning contestant's names are announced and the first cut is made. As Nephele exits the stage the next round is called. Only two will move on this round. The crowd hushes in expectation.

Torino
K'sel
Kalierre
T'ke

The second round begins. Two people will be eliminated. The remaining two will move on to the final round.

Rules
Keep it clean guys.
Your poems can again be about anything you choose.
Only one poem recited per character.
Make sure it's your own work.
Have fun ^^

When everyone has submitted I will open up the poll. ^^

Good luck!

[Requiem]

Ooooh, buzzzz. Kalierre smiled in that half-vacant way people had when they weren't entirely aware of everything going on around them. Crowd seemed happy though. How ironic. Recite a poem mocking them all, and they cheer. Kind of proved her point, now didn't it? Well, she wasn't sure if anyone had won or whatever, but she noted a girl being told to go so it stood to reason that she wasn't to leave just yet.

Well, lovely. Now she supposed, just to be fair, she should go first. That was much harder than going last, wasn't it? (Or something like that.)

"What is love but a fast track in,
A word wielded with all the precision of a mace,
A key to unlock guarded treasures and, sated, leave?

What is love but naivety's crutch,
A dream ever-sought but never found,
A promise of understanding in a world without?

What is love but a taste of the forbidden,
A point of jealousy for the watching fates at work,
A pinnacle that, once reached, can do naught but crumble?

What is love but the exquisite pain,
The final blow that strikes hard and deep,
The loss that strips bare the soul, flayed to non-existance?

What good is love?

[Lotty]

How he got this far, he wasn't sure. Maybe people really were endeared by his dirty, filthy, charm... and if that was the case then he really should resort to his vulgar, Hyphen bashing limerick because hey, these people really were too far gone to realize when they were being trashed didn't they? But no, that would be grounds for ejection, and he was vaguely curious as to how far he could exactly good with his story-telling bits of poetry. Oh for the love of all that was good and green, this might mean he would actually try his hand at something in his life and not self sabotage himself like he managed to at the harper hall, or in every lazy two day relationship he had. Waiting for the previous contestant to return to their seat, he gave a moment before getting up himself and taking back dominion of the stage.

"a cockerel crows
as skeleton boughs
of late night lovers
are piled and gathered

we met on the road
just a trader toad
you had mistaken
and claimed as a prince

I swore my fealty
and you so sweetly
eased my pain
my cruelty my suffering

but after my death
on my last breath
I will leave you a kiss
puckered in rigor mortis

your porcelain skin
a sadistic sly grin
and a new wart
pops upon your features"

[Rowana]

Great, just great, T'ke blanched at the audience. He was so sure he'd be out of this out of the first round. Now what should he do? It wasn't like most of his poetry was all that great for a public forum. T'ke swallowed loudly. No sense in putting it off this time. Following the strange, not quite familiar man, T'ke stood up again. This one was one of his early attempts and for the completely wrong season, maybe that would work.

"The whispering wind
That blows through the trees
The animal kin
The birds and the bees
All take on colors
Of vibrant hues
All sisters and brothers
All taking there cues
The trees are flaming
With scarlet and gold
The creatures taming
The young and the old
And so in the autumn
The season of dreams
Animals greet the sun
Among brilliant beams
They sing and prance
They leap as they keep
The autumn evening dance
As birds twitter and peep
Singing the song
Of farewell to summer
And before long
Farewell to autumn and wonder."