If you read Ellie's blog and can answer her question... (you can also scour her twitter time line for a clue, in fact the name in question is there if you look carefully!) you could win a tee shirt or a cap.
Now on with something that I think is wonderful. (Tee shirt and cap are cool too, but this is awesome cool.)
This poem Stolen by Ellie Conway appears in Terrorbyte.
When this world is finally done
There will be no need to run
For we will be at life eternal
Checking works from life’s journal.
You may know your dues are paid
Your crimes are on one ready laid
He has paid the price for youMore good works you may never do.
Memories are kept not lost
When you stop to count the cost
The one that created all the light
Keeps you safe through coming nights.
Slipping in and out of dreams
Effects of bourbon so it seems
Horror shows made to fade away
When salvation comes here to stay.
In that glade where butterflies sing
A shining stream bubbles and brings
Life to Oak trees in the dappled light
Where acorns sprout, a wondrous sight.
My prince comes in chains of amour
His arrow strikes and I can run no more
As he sings from his heart of hearts
Melting moments set love in motion
Drawing from inward butterfly potion
It is he who starts my time to begin
And sets the world in endless spin.
Butterfly feathers, what are they?
But leaves that fall in the month of May
Carpeting the glade in delightful colour
With that fairy song no need for any other.
While I listened to that lilting song
My prince is gone and life’s gone wrong
And now I am left alone to ponder
Why butterflies sing is a mighty wonder.
These poems delight me, I cannot express how much joy there is in knowing someone was driven to repy to them. That's pure awesome. But what's even better for me is that William Alexander Smith is my Uncle Bill.
Can't wait to see what he makes of the very dark poem in Exacerbyte!! ;-)
Also, Ellie and Mac's poetry is available free in PDF form from here. I don't think the poem from Exacerbyte was included in that collection. (Not sure, just don't think so!)
EDITED to include:
Turns out I didn't have to wait long for the answer to Gone
On “Gone” by Cat C.
Beginning and end are all the same
Full circle we but play a game.
What we call primordial slime
Has not improved by years of time
But hope is life for future days
When we forget our wicked ways.
And once again IE and blogger are being a total formatting pain in the ass... sorry it's not formatted the way it supposed to be!!