In dreams, darkness stirs
Blood is the wine that she craves
Thirst can not be quenched
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In dreams, darkness stirs
Blood is the wine that she craves
Thirst can not be quenched
For Yuka...
Heaven's stars above,
Twinkling gently, bright and free,
Wish I was there too.
... and just because I can't resist, one for Ingwe as well.
Lonely road from home,
Wind-whipped snow and war-torn soul,
Thinking of you now.
Quintrel:
Drifting slate grey cloud,
onward tranquil traveler.
Herald to the storm.
From brakkish water
Iron knife between sharp teeth
Rise the cold hunter
Dragons seem popular these days, so here goes:
Heavens bathed in red
Dragons rule skies of fire.
Their flame lies within
To write a haiku
you must count the syllables
five seven and five
Seeing as my original entry wasn't up to 'code', I've adjusted it.
Brom could never stand
Poetry or limric lines
Who writes this shit?
Ice, ink, blade-held-bare -
He's never sure which has the
highest tax on souls.
Eyes of the Dark
Through darkened wasteland,
wand’ring far, he watches, waits,
for redemption’s hour.
Alrighty! Winners are in!
I've decided upon three winners, each for a specific category.
Parody: Tristam, for taking upon my enthusiasm to help people get Haiku'ing right.
Comedy: Fauna, for her rather amusing Haiku about her ample bosoms.
Serious: BlackAndBlueEyes for beautifully capturing a moment in the true essence of a Haiku without violence.
Congratulations to the winners!