A poem for Cardiff Comicon

[SoSo]

News came of a meeting


Of goblins, ghouls, elves and oarks,


Where celebrities would gather,


Be copied, admired and adored


And when the early bird did call


Makeup, hair and costumes


Adorned the public’s bones


And the moot did assemble


In the air of a crisp morn


Flashing bulbs from cameras,

Did light the sky this day,


And posts and tweets and comments,

Were in their droves made
,

Then came the whispers,

of who would take the iron throne,


They grew and swarmed and echoed,

Through the Cardiffian halls
,

The jolly folks called Cosplayers


Posed and waved and smiled


And those more common folk


Were heroes in their mind


For although they had no costume


Their presence was enough


Their bags weighed down with treasures


A variety of fandom stuff


Memories were made this day


For all who were present


And joy was brought to Cardiff


By the kings called Showmasters

[dwarfbabe]

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