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    Rhyme Contest, Late Additions

    Hi all,

    my short version I posted in the sticky, but in the process a proper ballad evolved
    which I would like to share with you here:

    This is the story of a fierce little girl,
    Who learned how to swing like a wind in a whirl.
    She préffered the axe, the broad double blade,
    From silver to gold, with higher upgrade.

    Her hair was orange, her demeanor was stern,
    Her clothing was scanty, her armour: pure brawn.
    Piercing blue eyes, made everyone yearn,
    But no-one could call her, for her name was unknown.

    Whirling and twirling in search of a name,
    In from the north, to the village she came.
    All had gone raiding, the village was bare,
    And only the maidens and builders were there.

    The maidens were stunned by her looks and grim face,
    Fearing attack, to the town hall they'd race.
    The builders were busy, and couldn't care less,
    But one took a chance on this wild princess:

    I'm nordic too, he began, from Finland.
    See this hammer, I wield in my hand?
    I protect folks here, with walls that I build,
    Defences and storages, that hold all the gold.

    Our girl was stricken, but yet was aloof,
    She eyed the hammer and took it as proof
    Of his godly powers and finally pleaeded
    Of him to grant her the name that she needed.

    She offered her love for the name that he'd yield
    But it must be unique! And the deal was sealed.
    Now the builder had rushed to this level of power,
    but not maxed his wits, and suddenly cowered.

    He needed a name, and he needed it fast!
    He looked to his prize, and faltered, aghast!
    Her temper was kindled, her axe she had raised,
    His mind was racing, his looks became crazed.

    She was ready to strike at signs of deceipt.
    The stout hearted builder, nearing defeat,
    suddenly spoke, with a voice that grew stronger:
    When tales were told, of a world that was younger,

    You came from the skies, to carry them all,
    who'd fallen, to feast in that famous Val-hall.
    Serve me then too, your fabled good mead,
    For from now you shall be my true Valkyrie.



    Enjoy
    TS

    feel free to add your works here, too.
    Last edited by TullSadum; January 14th, 2020 at 09:38 AM.


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    Nice job... nice lines.
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    I enjoyed your rhyme better than the other rant post, tull. Nice job on this one.



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    Quote Originally Posted by TullSadum View Post
    Hi all,

    my short version I posted in the sticky, but in the process a proper ballad evolved
    which I would like to share with you here:

    This is the story of a fierce little girl,
    Who learned how to swing like a wind in a whirl.
    She préffered the axe, the broad double blade,
    From silver to gold, with higher upgrade.

    Her hair was orange, her demeanor was stern,
    Her clothing was scanty, her armour: pure brawn.
    Piercing blue eyes, made everyone yearn,
    But no-one could call her, for her name was unknown.

    Whilring and twirling in search of a name,
    In from the north, to the village she came.
    All had gone raiding, the village was bare,
    And only the maidens and builders were there.

    The maidens were stunned by her looks and grim face,
    Fearing attack, to the town hall they'd race.
    The builders were busy, and couldn't care less,
    But one took a chance on this wild princess:

    I'm nordic too, he began, from Finland.
    See this hammer, I wield in my hand?
    I protect folks here, with walls that I build,
    Defences and storages, that hold all the gold.

    Our girl was stricken, but yet was aloof,
    She eyed the hammer and took it as proof
    Of his godly powers and finally pleaeded
    Of him to grant her the name that she needed.

    She offered her love for the name that he'd yield
    But it must be unique! And the deal was sealed.
    Now the builder had rushed to this level of power,
    but not maxed his wits, and suddenly cowered.

    He needed a name, and he needed it fast!
    He looked to his prize, and faltered, aghast!
    Her temper was kindled, her axe she had raised,
    His mind was racing, his looks became crazed.

    She was ready to strike at signs of deceipt.
    The stout hearted builder, nearing defeat,
    suddenly spoke, with a voice that grew stronger:
    When tales were told, of a world that was younger,

    You came from the skies, to carry them all,
    who'd fallen, to feast in that famous Val-hall.
    Serve me then too, your fabled good mead,
    For from now you shall be my true Valkyrie.



    Enjoy
    TS

    feel free to add your works here, too.
    I love your poem! It is so beautiful and the rhymes don't feel forced. However I urge you to make it family friendly. "Sc***y" is almost a bit adult.

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    Nice one Tull!

    But I don't think it would be taken into consideration after the deadline is over. Anyway, this one was very good.

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    Quote Originally Posted by RohanRocks View Post
    Nice one Tull!

    But I don't think it would be taken into consideration after the deadline is over. Anyway, this one was very good.
    thx!
    It is not meant as an entry. True, I did start work on it as one, until I realised it wasn't 200 words, but 200 chars, lol.
    So I cut it down to a mini version and entered that instead; but today this unfinished work nagged at me and wanted completion, and I felt it enjoyable enough to be shared, not shelved. . glad you liked it!

    Btw, I found it much harder to keep it short.

    @Skyrior: Is scanty a bad word??
    I believe it means something like flimsy / too little an amount / barely enough.

    Have Fun
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    Winners Posted

    Inthe main thread the winners were posted!
    All of the winners were on my personal favorites list (my post is unfinished as the thread got closed while I was inmid post)

    Congrats to the winners, all well deserved!!

    Have Fun
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    A fantastic poem. A great idea and brilliantly executed!
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    Story continued, posted in Lach's MiniPekka contest:

    Quote Originally Posted by TullSadum View Post

    Remeber the builder, the one that was smart,
    Who courageously won the Valkyries heart?
    From her he learned about the excitement of battle,
    The thrill of danger when confidence is rattled.

    He loved to hear her wonderful tales
    Of glorious wins and disastrous fails.
    These kindled in him a strange new desire:
    To face his fears, and to taste the fire!

    Joining home forces, he went to the scrim
    Battles raged fiercely and the wars were grim,
    And after a series of spectacular fails,
    His interest dwindled, his endurance turned frail.

    "You don't need mere Builders", opponents sneered,
    "In order to win, you'll need Engineers!"
    For our friend, this was the last straw,
    His soul became troubled and he warred no more.

    His life seemed empty, of meaning bereft,
    This was the true reason why he then left.
    But he came back, his troubles seemed gone,
    For to his joy, a new light now shone:

    He and the Valkyrie were blessed with a child,
    A baby girl; cute charming and definately wild:
    The sweetest of all, a dear little thing,
    But she loved to battle, an axe she would swing!

    But her mother found out, and forbade it all,
    Locked her axes away and standing tall
    Said:"My dearest you can't, you know what I mean,
    Te Oh Es won't allow it, until you're thirteen!"

    Not giving up, she turned to her dad:
    "Oh please support me!" in tears she cried,
    "I want to be strong, when in battle I'm tried,
    And have to learn now, I won't be denied!"

    Now the builder's experience wasn't in vain,
    His knowledge of battle that he had gained
    And the lure of war he himself had once known
    Lead him to help her, before she was grown.

    It was therefore in secret he wanted to train her
    And sent her to practice in the Royale Arena.
    Her armour he'd forged in strong blue steel
    From parts he'd brought home from battle and field.

    To the fight she thus toddled, all in disguise
    Behind the Giant, using her size
    To go unnoticed until she could swing
    And deliver her deadly and terrible sting.

    It's technique she'd learned from her tall idol,
    With strength she'd trained to arms still little
    In lessons she took from her favourite wrecker
    None other than our famous Madame Pekka!

    Although she was still undeniably small,
    She soon was known to and regarded by all.
    No longer hiding behind larger foes,
    She now openly brought all to their woe.

    And whenever she'd manage to reach a tower,
    It's owner would never forget her power.
    But do not think this is the end of our tale!
    For things neither start nor end in Royale:

    Her dad has talked to his brother, the Master,
    And he has reserved a slot in his roster!
    A Pekka she'll stay as a grown trooper,
    No longer a Mini, with his help turned Super!

    Have Fun
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