Huh. It's gonna be so weird without the urge to submit something to you every week. I guess I might keep that routine though as best as I can with at least the goal of one poem a week. (You know, to keep my writing brain fresh while I procrastinate)

Mafi, thanks for starting this challenge to begin with; I'm glad I got to stay with it until the end. :)

Whoa. That. Was. AWESOME! Best. Poem Competition thing. Ever. Can't wait to read more of your fics and other people, too. The poems are great, and I think you should do more of these competition things...they are really interesting! :) Hope to review another work of yours soon!

...Aww f*ck... XD

I had a lot of fun with this competition though. I guess I'm not really as good with poetry as Tune4Toons, but I'm gonna try and improve.

Thanks! :)

WHHHOOOOTTTT! that was fun! Thanks for letting me participate! :D

Say, when will you update, Word?

I'm very sorry for asking, but I would appreciate it if you could move the due date to Sunday, since I was on a week-long trip for Disney World in Florida. I'm already getting started on the poem, and I'm putting my all in it. All I ask for is some extra time. Thank you.

I guess I could do two for certain blunettes. ;)

He is the prince.

The quick, strong, and blue.

He is loved by tons of fans, and yet he fights gracefully.

Fast on his toes, quick on his feet, he uses his beautiful sword to knock out.

Kind to others, but will fight his hardest for his kingdom.

They call him gay, but...they should run once the Smash Ball breaks open in his hands.

For his sword will pierce the flesh whoever comes in contact with it.

He will fight for his kingdom, and will never give up.

Because he will be able conquer all foes, and be able to win.

For he is the prince.

He is Marth.

He is the mercenary.

Powerful, fierce, yet sluggish.

A Fire Emblem and Brawl favorite, used by tons, and yet a strong warrior.

Slowed down by the weight of his trusty sword Aether, yet with one blow with his sword, the opponent will go flying.

He is known by some in Brawl World, and will seek matches from anyone.

They call him a cold loner, but once he breaks the glowing Smash Ball, they yell and race for dear life.

For his bandanna will blow, his blade will burn and reap skin, and his beautiful swords dance will frighten others.

He will fight for his friends, and will always be there to aid.

Because he knows when there is no hope and hatred, he will be there.

Because he is the mercenary.

He is Ike.

See what I did there with the fight for friends? :D I'll think of more! Bye!

Wow, how long has this been running for...? About two months or so? Either way, it's been a nice run. Anything goes, eh? Hm... A big finale it is then! It was kinda fun doing this each week, that's for sure. Anyways, same routine; expect the poem via PM. Gotta finish what's been started.

WHAT! Oh shoot...maybe I should have submitted one earlier...

Anyway, here's my poem, which involves both Lucario and Mewtwo. (okay, it's not the greatest, but hey, it's best to give it a shot,right?)

He is Mewtwo

The psychic Pokemon, created by scientists

He is Lucario

The aura Pokemon, partner of Sir Aaron

They were betrayed by mankind

And then were helped by a certain boy

a boy who showed them

"Hey, not all people are bad."

They gave their thanks

and went off on seperate ways.

Years and Years went by and

the two met

between the tournaments

The passion of Aura Storm

and the ardor of Shadow Ball

colliding together

to create

a masterpiece of friendship.

Both of them, side by side,

no matter how rocky things got,

they stayed together in the toughest of times

and were completely

inseparable.

Together, they will face every hardship

and strive to get to their dreams and goals

no matter what.

If you put this in the next chapter, thanks so much!

WHOOT! I made it! plus I do have ONE brawler in mind...

A need for speed, thats all he needs,

To do the impossible in his great deeds

Ever since the first time he stopped Eggman

Though the plots got harder, he always stopped the madman

Facing his fears,he keeps on going and goes

Where will he stop, no one really knows

From genies to werehedgehogs, to knights and wisps to time traveling,

He will always protect his friends and see them when he's going.

When times get rough, he will be there to stay,

With a smile on his face and a "We will be okay."

But within the Smashball, he takes to his heart

As the emeralds surround him, like they did from the start

His quills and fur gold, his eyes turn ruby red

He goes by 'Super Sonic' in his stead

One attack from him the opponent takes damage or an out

As he golden aura flies all about

Throughout his adventures, he wont be gone long

He will always speed back because he is

Sonic the Hedgehog!

(sheesh, I haven't done a poem this long in years!)

like I said before, I do not know much about these three...but now I'll give it a try! (though I hope the poem matches his true character, plus I'm sorry if its a bit short!)

Quick in flight, he soars in the skies

as the master pilot where the team lies

brave but arrogant his character within him,

but eight years gone, he fights limb to limb.

As the power of the Smash ball flows through his feathers

he aboards his ship and does his favorite job, only better

Whether he is absent or there as a hero,

he will always be with the team,

for he is Falco.

Ooooh this week sounds like we are gonna have a tricky match!

Hey, can I just take a random guess and say that the theme is Blue?

The poems will come again the same old way, as always. :D

Aww dammit... I barely know any of those three either... But I said I would enter, so I'm gonna do it.

And I really, really hope the next theme is Speed... XD

This looks really cool! Hmmm...I'll wait until I get to a character I know of, since I do not know those three very well...

I'll do one for Pit.

He is light.

He is nimble, swift, yet strong.

He is the unknown of some, but yet to be a powerful warrior.

He is graceful in the air, shooting arrows from above, granted to him by the Goddess of Light.

He is somewhat of a loner, only friends to those who care.

They call him feminine and delicate, but to be silenced once the light shines from the heavens.

Flying warriors die noble deaths, as the Light Goddess flashes before everybody's eyes, while their eyes go wild and get sent flying back.

He will be there to help, flying from above.

Because he knows that once there is darkness, he will shine.

For he is light.

He is Pit.