Caligus/Poem Contest

The very first contribution to the Caligan Poem Contest was made by Ukla Mokk, lord of Abadan

PATIENCE

The wind slides carefully

and carries the cries

of man's agony

Long covered in a blanket

of dust and dreams

This battlefield I wear

covers my shoulders,

shrouds my eyes,

breaks my crystal breath

To fall as snow

and purify this haunted ground.

She waits for me..

I see her eyes and push

toward their soft promise.

I hear her sigh and drag

this broken body along. I feel her skin

(just out of reach)

and strain for her warmth.

The men follow me

in their innocence lost

They see a victory in my purpose, a siege in my intent

They see hope

that stays a step ahead

and calls them forth

They proudly carry my banner

and cheer for immortality.

I will charge them into

the blades of history

If that is where she waits

to lay down next to me

And take this sword and shield

as her dowry.

She cannot still be waiting,

my only general.

Ukla Mokk Count of Abadan

This was the second contribution to the contest

Trumpets sound,

And Caligans roar,

As we march into the battlefields.

Arrows fly,

And Caligans brace,

As we prepare for our deadly charge.

"This is it!",

And Caligans charged,

A point of no return.

Clashing of steel,

And Caligans slay,

As enemies fall, one by one.

The end draws near,

And Caligans won,

As they flee, we cheered.

Still, the war drags on,

But Caligans shall prevail,

As final victory shall be ours!

Fret not comrades!

For we're Caligans,

The Lions of East Continent.

We'll stand our ground,

For we're Caligans,

Our land, our home, our future.

For Caligus!

- Leonardo Francios

And this was the third entry

Beautiful Lady, You Give Me Dreams

I have no need for psychics, Soothsayers or tellers of fortune Because my lady Is the ball of crystal I roll across my mind When I yearn to dream About the beauty of my future

Her dream-giving eyes I peeped into And saw the rare beauty Of amazon stones Rich with midnight allure Virgin to the sun Sleeping under a blanket of sand In the Amazon River Waiting to be awoken And polished by the smoothness Of my touch into perfect gemstones

Out far I waded Into this Amazonian water And saw 8,641 Purple-eyed African lilies Floating towards the shores Of her beauty Wanting to adorn her hair And give their fragrance To the air that surrounds her

These thoughts of her beauty Has stripped me of my self-control Because how else Can I explain this morning When my vocabulary Repeated punched My dictionary in the mouth With powerful words of persuasion And persuaded it, to use only her name When defining the word beautiful

Ken Arnav (Knight of Mashhad)