Ok, so my poem tied for first place in Life, the Universe and Everything's poetry contest. This is the first time I have submitted my writing to anything. Maybe I should do this more often. Life, the Universe, and Everything is a speculative fiction (science fiction, fantasy, horror) writers conference. They have guest speakers and authors who conduct writers workshops. Here is the poem I submitted that won the competition. It is written in Iambic Pentameter but there is one line off that doesn't have the stressed and unstressed syllables perfect. Shakespeare didn't always get it right either.
Where the Gold lay.
The beast is dead, his claws now cracked, no breath.
In fight he fell, one victim for the proud.
On fields men kill, the great, the bold, till death
and climb the dead with woe. Knight takes a vow,
a token of true fondness. Gazing blind,
death’s stare is but a day, a week, a year
and still love keeps the fake of powdered mime.
In dreams she peers in crystal balls. No cheer,
no sound, she screams, his beat of heart is wrought.
In time the scars of dreadful past will stitch.
The day is far she keeps him close in thought,
in breast. Her bones now ache the burning itch
of tells when rock with stone are forged and crushed.
To stop a crown the Gold lie down in dust.