By the way, Echo won the poetry contest. I notified her some time ago, but I thought I'd share her sonnet with everyone:
Last of the Loreardens
ech
Last of the Lorewardens

A shadow ghosts mysterious through the halls,
The gloom of ages lingering in his wake;
Morose, he hurls at you a scowl, and drawls--
"Accursed be ye who knowledge doth forsake!"

Old Candlemas forlornly holds his guard
O'er memories which the depths of time endure.
His soul in grief does weep, forever scarred;
Lone kind of caverns musty, dark, obscure.

And history's heart cries out in his dispair,
For treasures of the past hath waned in lore.
Of brothers brave, he weeps--lorewardens' heir--,
In maelstrom drowned; survived but one ashore.

On Aeon's wings forgotten spirits dwell...
Bethink, and hear the ages' somber knell.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Chronos, in the year 239 AF.