Warmest congratulations go to Dark Prophet Jeffe, who has won the September competition with his piece, The Prophet's Question, against some formidable opposition, with both Valoe and david57craig within a couple of points!
Many congratulations to all those who took part, the standard as always was very high, and there were some fine pieces in there...well worth reading! If any of you would like to post your pieces in the main forum for comment, we'd be delighted to see them here!
If you'd like to take the time to read all the entries, then look here...and if you'd like to enter the October competition, then look at the picture here.
So, without further ado, here is the winning poem, and the picture that inspired it!

The Prophet's Question, by Dark Prophet Jeffe
Across the waters, where shadows rise
Darkness on darkness in innocent eyes
And o'er the water, the glowing moon
Hangs in premonition of what is coming soon.
I am the one, he who has seen
What is to come, and what has been
And with my own hands, I have made
A life of truth; and have let it fade.
O blackest night, with a grip so strong!
Thou, the inspiration of sin and song,
Bringer of death, of love, and many tears -
Forever seen through broken mirrors.
My questioning cries pierce the black night
My answers are echoes dark, not answers' light -
But the only sounds remaining are the waves upon the shore
As the sun slowly takes its fiery throne once more.
Many congratulations to all those who took part, the standard as always was very high, and there were some fine pieces in there...well worth reading! If any of you would like to post your pieces in the main forum for comment, we'd be delighted to see them here!
If you'd like to take the time to read all the entries, then look here...and if you'd like to enter the October competition, then look at the picture here.
So, without further ado, here is the winning poem, and the picture that inspired it!

The Prophet's Question, by Dark Prophet Jeffe
Across the waters, where shadows rise
Darkness on darkness in innocent eyes
And o'er the water, the glowing moon
Hangs in premonition of what is coming soon.
I am the one, he who has seen
What is to come, and what has been
And with my own hands, I have made
A life of truth; and have let it fade.
O blackest night, with a grip so strong!
Thou, the inspiration of sin and song,
Bringer of death, of love, and many tears -
Forever seen through broken mirrors.
My questioning cries pierce the black night
My answers are echoes dark, not answers' light -
But the only sounds remaining are the waves upon the shore
As the sun slowly takes its fiery throne once more.
