The Challenge

[Altaria]

Cherish this peace we should

But some say we won't

Can you change that

Can we make this a wonderfull world

[Sharp]

New rules:
Villanelle (doesn't have to rhyme, just same format)

Theme is Glory

[Sharp]

On to victory

Our homeland will be reclaimed

Honour and glory

Bloody and gory

The final battle awaits

On to victory

They'll tell our story

In taverns and banquet halls

Honour and glory

Let loose your fury

Set free the pain from the past

On to victory

Come, everybody

Fight for your home, family

Honour and glory

Our territory

Is soon to be ours again

On to victory

Honour, and glory!

[Kyrios]

To you, we give all glory,

Oh great and powerful lord,

We put forward your story,

Though some may say its gory,

And some claim you're a fraud.

To you, we give all glory,

Though all these tales are hoary,

And no longer leave us awed,

We put forward your story,

Say that it's allegory,

If they seem to be appalled.

To you, we give all glory,

Out of fear of your fury,

Your holy righteous sword.

We put forward your story,

Though claimed that you're a bully,

That ought to be ignored,

To you, we give all glory,

We put forward your story.

I have heard tales of glory,

Of killing and of war,

Offer such a powerful story,

Though some may say its gory,

That you're preying on the poor,

I have heard tales of glory,

That soft men in their fury,

Ask that their country you adore,

Offer such a powerful story,

Now whether you're a tory,

Or the king of new labour,

I have heard tales of glory,

With assumptions a priori,

Of how to use a soldier,

Offer such a powerful story,

Though they're dead, you're not sorry,

'Cause you knew what was in store,

I have heard tales of glory,

Offer such a powerful story.

Here's a link to the structure of a Villanelle for those interested. It's not complicated .

[-J-]

I have climbed to the mountaintop

and met you here to celebrate --

I'll pound your ass until we drop.

Such a picturesque backdrop

worthy enough to venerate --

I have climbed to the mountaintop.

You know I love the way you bob.

I see the way you undulate --

I'll drill your ass until we drop.

After so much time bottled up

Waiting long to ejaculate --

I have climbed to the mountaintop.

You'll think you're in a machine shop --

and don't think I exaggerate --

I'll ream your ass until we drop.

I'm nowhere near ready to stop

for I have hunger yet to sate --

I have climbed to the mountaintop --

I'll breed your holes until we drop.

[Sharp]

It's been nearly two weeks... Anybody want to set some new rules?

[Cath]

What is home?
A place, a space,
Something made of stone?
Somewhere the difficulties you don't face?

My home is the earth,
It's where I breath,
It's where mom gave birth,
My home is where I rest.

A home, is like someone's mind.
It changes all the time.
It can be made of anything.

My home is like my mind.
It's made of everything.
But changes sometime.

Because I don't want it to be the last post here.

[-J-]

The lights are off -- the cupboards bare

Not a stirring can be found

Except the steps of my own feet

Wandering through this empty hall.

Where is the hearth stoked with logs?

Where is the feast on this table?

Where are all the grateful guests

To share this phantom soiree with?

I have just arrived within

These walls so full of potential.

They have not been hallowed yet --

I must give them time. And love.

I will bring in some life yet

Although foraging is a chore --

For with no risk comes no reward --

Per aspera ad astra.

[-J-]

(Tune in my head: Pending.)

One day I awoke to her

Kicking the walls of our cell.

I did not like my shackles much --

And she hated all those walls.

Since then -- a long time ago --

She helped me love my shackles --

They are a sign of freedom

Within the prison we shared --

I gave a blueprint in return

Drafted over a lifetime

So she would know where the walls

Were easiest to break down.

We played lots of silly games

I never won -- except when

I surprised someone I thought

Had seen so much more than me.

Then there were the darker days.

Those were days we could not see

How similar we both were

In our struggles and triumphs.

My cell-mate wanders often --

I simply cannot follow.

But I am always happy

Whenever I see her back.

She is happy too.

How do I know this?

She is my sister --

She always will be.

[Cath]

Sad that it has come to an end...