Poetry Death Match Round 12 consisted of villanelles. The archived results are shown below with the winning villanelles bolded.
Only the lower bracket participated in this round.
Lower Bracket
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Bladen |
Squidbeard
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My true love has become undead
My true love has become undead
It happened merely hours ago
And now I fear she wants my head
She walked out by the garden shed,
Where she was bitten on the toe,
My true love has become undead
The zombie bite, it quickly spread,
Her lust for blood began to grow,
And now I fear she wants my head
In four more days, we were to wed
I can't abide the status quo,
My true love has become undead
On brains, it seems, she must be fed,
She's gnawed the skulls of all we know,
And now I fear she wants my head
I wish, for her, a cure instead,
But lo, my sword I keep in tow,
My true love has become undead
And now I fear she wants my head
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March of the Zombies
All shall perish in our attack!
Tonight begins our glorious reign;
Your brains shall make a tasty snack.
Dressed in rags or in finest black,
Rich and poor will both be slain.
All shall perish in our attack!
We'll gnaw your bones until they crack,
And feast on the marrow they contain.
Your brains shall make a tasty snack.
'Tis far too late to turn us back,
Your prayers for rescue are in vain.
All shall perish in our attack!
Of fresh victims there is no lack —
So many tender morsels remain.
Your brains shall make a tasty snack.
Each new victim adds to our pack;
Nothing can stop our grand campaign.
All shall perish in our attack!
Your brains shall make a tasty snack.
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