Greetings, and apologies, the last post was a mistake. I am sad to announce that only two people have entered the contest even though I waited an extra month or so.
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In first place is Eden. This was her poem, The Light That Was:

An endless plane of wavering grey
with minor ebbs and flows each day
Scarce were angels, fewer devils
Sedation's kiss to keep things level

Then from the murk emerged a light
while not so big, was plenty bright.
It cast its glow for me to see
the blessings that surrounded me.

And for a time, albeit brief,
I was filled with kind relief.
I felt the will to hem and suture
the canvas that would be my future.

I did my best to serve this light
that melted all my doubt and fright.
But when I reached out for to touch
the light, at last, had seen too much.

And reasons, for, I cannot blame
the light saw fit to judge me lame.
Away it drifted, slowly, sadly,
the light that I so needed badly.

On plane of grey, I stand again.
with deeper hate and greater pain.
Scarce are angels, fewer devils.
Sedation's kiss to keep things level.
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In second place we have Valory. This was her poem, Angel.

As one of her tears shattered the clouds and seared the land, it seemed the end had come at last.

As people fled they forgot their greed, but seldom did they stop to help those in need.

Woe to those who ran and did not heed, the cry's unheard by a child unseen, as they fled away and forgot their seed.

The fires raced ever onward, until the angel in her sorrow looked down on the world and saw that child.

She raced down to the earth, hell bent on saving that child.

As the world around where it lay burned down into charcoal and grey.

Gone now are the cries. Only smoke and fire are left to light the skies.

The angle's wings become burnt by the fire, as she held that precious child.

The power of her prayer brought the rain, peace returning once again.

For the people in their greed never thought they would see the day that an angel would cry instead of pray.
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Since so little people joined there prizes would have been lower then what they gave, so I changed them. I gave 1st place 5000 gold, and 2nd 3000 gold. It was sent via letter. I also apoligise if I messed up on any writing inside the poems. Have a great month,

SIncerely, Aether

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Miraman, in the year 823 AF.