CONTEST: Write a limerick about Death! The contest has ended - thanks to everyone who submitted a limerick about Death! THIRD PLACE WINNER: Don Newberry • Signed copy of EMPIRE with Reaper stickers • The giant creature anthology MONSTROUS (Permuted Press) • Any 1 book from Library of the Living Dead Press' catalog, and a cool pin • Selected back issues of HACKER's SOURCE magazine (Eve Blaack Publishing) DON'S LIMERICK Death threw back his cowl! He walked into the crowd with a scowl. They would soon twitch and writhe, As he swung the ol' scythe, And they'd finally throw in the towel. SECOND PLACE WINNER: Noel Sloboda All of the third place prizes, plus... • Signed DETOUR INTO MADNESS VOL. 1 unrated DVD (Timberwolf Entertainment) • Lucifer Fulci's novella SIKI CITY (Eve Blaack Publishing) NOEL'S LIMERICK Autograph collector of all: Nobody can refuse his call. He expects you to sign. Put your name on the line— Another soul now in his thrall. FIRST PLACE WINNER: Desmond Reddick All of the third and second place prizes, plus... • KNOCK KNOCK, WHO'S THERE? DEATH!, ChoateRoad.com's funbook • From Eve Blaack: A 2-sided theatrical poster for LAND OF THE DEAD electronically signed by George A. Romero • And a 35mm print of the LAND OF THE DEAD trailer DESMOND'S LIMERICK Mama always said: "Death be not proud" And she would know because Ma's underground He's bony and he's lithe When he sharpens his scythe He came for her wearing a coal-black shroud. PARTICIPANTS: PERMUTED PRESS | LIBRARY OF THE LIVING DEAD PRESS | EVE BLAACK PUBLISHING | TIMBERWOLF ENTERTAINMENT | CHOATE ROAD | HONORABLE MENTIONS The spectre of Death arrived in town A wave of darkness and dread all 'round. He began in full scream Parts fell off like a dream And now we all know who's an ass clown. -Zombie Zak Death was quite a slouch A fatty with a bit of a pouch He liked certain ladies But killed all their babies Then went to cry alone on his couch -Ben White "Death by Concrete" I've always thought death was hilarious, But clinging to life quite precarious. So one day over lunch I had a wild hunch And dreamed up a scheme quite nefarious. I called in a mobile concreter Who came quickly; he couldn't've been fleeter. His concrete was scented So I lay down contented And he interred me with his lorry's excreter. -John Irvine There once was a hobo from Spain, Who died when hit by a train. His autopsy did more To chop up his dead core And his blood slipped into the drain. -monkey_tongue Into Portland Death came walking. His robes and scythe were rocking! Working all day. Never stopping to play. The number of souls he took was shocking. -Bruce in Maine Bony fingers on yer door, they be scrapin' Yer time's come- yer soul he'll be takin' Bubbling up in yer mind come all those regrets The sad, dark, empty things you most want to forget Yer done, he's here, and there's no mistakin'. -Dave Oaks "Sands" He watches the sands flow with a ghastly grin. Knowing when they all run out his job begins. He will take their soul. He will eat it whole. And turning the glass He starts it all again. -Brennon ThompSon On a pale horse rides the Grim Reaper, Time-tested, hell approved soul seeker. Zombie bit lonely Mortal wound homely Worry not, for Death you're a keeper. -Jonathan Moon "Ode to Death" Watching through hollow cavities At all the world's depravities The hour glass spent The time that he lent A witness to human tragedies -Robert Essig Death shimmers like a shaft of moonlight; A scythe slicing a swath through the night. The pale rider glides On a night-mare which strides Towards the dawn, disappearing from sight! -Jason Rapelje |