The time allotted for competition in the Fourth Serin Poetry Contest has
ended, but time yet remains to vote for the winner. Only the first vote
submitted will be counted for each person and you must send your selection
to the Consortium via standard note. A copy of the poems is included herein
for your reference.

Great thanks go out to all who participated in this competition, but most of
all to High Herald Valindra, our hilarious hostess.

No matter how you vote, we hope you enjoy the poetry and thank you for reading!

Signed on behalf of the Consortium

You Could Make My Heart Beat by Dregvant
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Knowing what sells I came to win, or maybe just luring Valindra in. This
poem might not be good for all, but I came to make goblin panties fall.

Valindra with a blood so sweet, I want to bite your booty meat, With every
pump of your hot vein, Desire for you I cannot restrain, Share some pain, we
take our turn, Whip each other, till we both yearn, Spirit held like a
princess high, I could be your fetish guy, Whips and leather both us dress,
Some pain is pleasure I must confess, A time of torture is a time of fun,
Not to share with just anyone, But your heart I would like to squeeze, To
bring you down onto your knees, I am not coming for material gain, I want
you wet like a summer rain. Emerald skin between my teeth, looking at me
from underneath, Doing things so filthy they will say, Those two have
started some trollplay.

If you offered me your hand, I would cut myself and slip your finger inside
me, just to hear your heart race. Next time I see you, I will pick you up
by your throat to give you a slow kiss. If wish I stay away, I will leave
eyeballs in your bed, so you know I watch you sleep.

Fire and Air, the Perfect Balance by Peemo
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Fire must be allowed to breathe,
just like any other living thing.
Heat and air makes more heat
which needs more air to create more heat
which needs more air...
A never-ending cycle of energy,
of a passionate and driven life.
If there is too little air, the fire suffocates.
If there is too much, it is snuffed out.
Just enough, just enough,
just enough to keep it going.

Air, too, has its own cycle
which must be helped along by heat.
Whether the flame is present
or as far away as the sun,
the ground around the air is made warm,
which warms the air
which causes it to rise.
The air becomes colder the higher it goes
the air becomes heavier the colder it gets,
causing the air to come back down towards the heat of the flame,
completing the cycle and starting again.

We Sisters Three by Ilromie
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Elemental forces our pedigree
Trined together were we
Powerful, curious, carefree
Now we are two: one absentee.

Fire burns hot and laden
with visions of lava and raven
What is left now to trade in
to defeat the demons? She's shaken.

Quite and serene, there's another
With patience matched by no other
Her grace led us to discover,
But this Paradigm we cannot recover.

Small in stature yet fully grown
The wind blows her far from her home
Quick and daring, vicious to the bone
'Ware the words she might intone.

We sisters three in power united
Cast flames and spells farsighted
Will this world be blighted or lighted?
Three could say, two are less clearsighted.

Meaning by Iliandra
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Amongst the corrupted shadow realms
the void ever whispers
better a lesson than a lifestyle
unless you get your face too close

Then the howling madness reminds us
She's all there is and ever was
and beckons us along

What is death if you hear it?
What is it if you feel it?
What is a Nimbus? And Outcast?
A demon

My mace will help decide
Let us fill the vessels with care

Ode to Valindra by Vargan
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A Storm has raise
Blue eyes sunken into the ocean
Like the last wave..
Crushing into the rocks
Wish I could fly.. wings as heavy..
So we could be at the docks

Hazed into almost a hue
Why should i be true..
Glazing eyes
Want to be true
Better get my eyes steady
When looking at you..

The Wind by Avenar
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Upon the wind is murder's intent
With eyes of red, void of repent
A song that only I can hear
Filled with malice, death, and fear
They sweep across the endless plain
A demon army that shall remain
Trapped between the now and past
Of battles lost and vengeance cast
They seek the end of our dear home
We shall resist and write our tome
Together friends, we will complete
The dreadful army's sound defeat
And in the wake of battle's sound
See the path that we have found
Alone we are but fighting few
United we can build anew
Shade made light, the world can cope
For once the wind shall carry hope

The Sausage Experience - A Haiku by Dwiggans
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Grind the pork. Extrude.
Popping. Hissing. Heavy breath.
Bite. Chew. Gulp. Wheeze. Sweat.

Untitled by Elewyn
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I sure love to fly,
And I do love pies.
Pies are good to throw,
if you don't aim low,
but aim for the face,
that's the right place.

It's no secret I've got wings,
And many trinkets and things,
And I can blow myself away,
Though I'm not one who sings,
But I sure do love to play.

Thus I love the wind,
but not being pinned.
And I am really happy,
So let's get snappy!

The Nine Pillars by Foggledonk
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I wax poetic of the pillars nine,
While each has its Scholars, only three I claim mine.

The pillar Fundamental helps us understand,
Different methods of travel across our fine land.

Arcane is quite fitting for one such as me,
Meddling in magic powerful as can be.

Physical stands concretely apart from the rest,
With tangible objects primarily addressed.

Studies of Religion span time unknown,
Acolytes of Gods whose powers they hone.

Warfare is suited for those who would write,
The recounting of battles both magic and might.

The pillar of Tragedy is a most somber one,
Documenting the dead when their spirit is done.

Literature is vast, its works unending,
Tales of glory in language mind-bending.

Archiving precedent, the bedrock of History,
Events of our past no longer a mystery.

The pillar of Myth, last but not least,
Fables of man, Immortal, and beast.

Each pillar comprises deep knowledge therein,
The Consortium scribes eagerly, no tome left too thin.

Witch's Rap III by Valindra
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I am the witch
In the goblin sack.
I've gained a few pounds,
But I'm still a snack.

Come on in, girl.
Step right up.
I've got enough tea
To fill your cup.

I'll read the leaves
Or count your cards,
But first pay tribute
To the Queen of Bards.

What does it sound like
When you say my name?
Number one bitch
Scrying in this game:

Valindra, Valindra, Valiiiiiindra!

That old witch of Acadia,
Gimbol's garden lady, yuh,
More hats than heads,
Do you think she's afraid of ya?

One more time like a third attack--
Watch out, dears. Olgarda's back--

But I'm still

Valindra, Valindra, Valiiiiiindra!

Pixie's Counter by Trillian
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Trillian Triflle rollin' by her side
A merry young fellow is diminutive size

Wait stop
Slow
Presence grows
His soul aglow
Next thing you know

His voice ensnares
His tales prepare
The inevitable to take root
Through crust and soot

Piercing veils
Following trails
Ignoring wails

Til there's just one door more
To your core
Let me in

Walking into the Night by Vargan
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Nothing in these realms will last eternity
By looking at her eyes
Warm look and deep stare
I could feel the embrace of serenity..

Sweet and soft lips whisper to my ear
How are you my dear?
As long as life will be inside me
She will be my lady
A morning light in a day..

Far from night in the sky
Stars flicker as we together fly
Away to a dream by holding hands
Just to be together in eternal strands
Feeling that I just can't deny..

-For lady Valindra by Vargan

A Poem by Tiram by Tiram
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Silence, from the forest to the trees
All is quiet as a threat is brought to their knees
Blood and anger, death and despair
A certain goblin scribbles the affair
The gods of War clamor for victorious glory
The gods of Light observe from their holy rectory
The gods of Darkness tricky and illusory
The gods of Balance seem stuck in the lavatory
Butchered steaks and smoked ham
This is a poem by Tiram

The Return by Rahamex
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After a long time away from this land
A familiar figure returns with nothing in hand.
The realms have changed with new mysteries
Built upon the land's rich history.
I went back to the mansion, said hello to the butler,
Danced with sweet Bella, then took a bloody shower
I travelled through the forest, came upon a dirt road
And found a hungry adventurer inside Shadow Grove
A crystal took me to a galaxy away, away and far
Where I saw a supernova and stood upon the first star.
I have journeyed on my own, trying to discover information and lore
But with help from the Heralds, I have learned so much more.
As we all travel through Serin, the prospect of death is ever close
From hunger, from thirst, from creatures, from ghosts
There is a beauty in nature alongside fighting and violence
But quite often I am the only one here, as I journey in silence
But sometimes when I return back to the realms, I see
A place to fight, to gather, to socialize - your own community.
Its hard sometimes to travel alone
But as I return, it still feels like home.

The Evil King by Dothemman
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All hail the Evil King
Ruler of everything
Eternal is his reign
The chaos he brought
Was met only with fraught
and blood filled the sea
His rise was swift
Many crowns did he lift
Soon all were under his spell
Roughshod he ran
over all in the land
tramplin' young and old alike
"Mercy!" he did shout
as he feinted about
His foes had no idea
a plan had hatched
that could not be matched
Quickly before him all fell
Seeing him cower
Meant within in an hour
Your head placed on a pike
All hail the Evil King
Embrace his rule and sing
Sabsuka is his name!