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| Challenge Issuer | Jinni |
|---|---|
| Challenge Name | Poetry Challenge #8 |
| Challenge Type | Personal Challenge |
| Category | Multiple Crossings |
| Description | Use the following quote as inspiration in a crossover fic: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun, Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts be dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes there is more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. ~Shakespeare, Sonnet 130 |
| Challenge Date | 6 Jun 04 |
| Last Updated | 6 Jun 04 |
No one has responded to this challenge.