Caligus/Poem Contest

First Contribution

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

Second Contribution

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

Third Contribution

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)