Would you please take time and vote for the best sonnet poem from my D&D game?

I play Dungeons & Dragons with my husband, his sister, and my brother. We came to a part of the game where a village that we were passing through was holding games for people to compete in. The contest included sword fighting, archery, joisting, side-step and poetry reading.
I signed up for sword fighting, archery, and poetry and I must admit the poetry contest was the funniest, so funny in fact that I wanted to post the poems here and have people vote on them. Feel free to leave comments about our form. (We know some of them suck LOL)
{I am not going to tell you my characters name because I don't want any bias}

The sonnet is one of the poetic forms that can be found in lyric poetry
This is the proper rhyme scheme for an English Sonnet (/ represents a new stanza): a-b-a-b / c-d-c-d / e-f-e-f / g-g
the octave rhymed a-b-a-b, a-b-a-b; later, the a-b-b-a, a-b-b-a pattern became the standard for Italian sonnets. For the sestet there were two different possibilities, c-d-e-c-d-e and c-d-c-c-d-c. In time, other variants on this rhyming scheme were introduced such as c-d-c-d-c-d.

Cire's sonnet (she is an elf so pretend she is talking in a super smooth voice)
A rainbow of dragons flies in the sky
Orange, crimson, vermillion, green, gold and blue,
Indigo, violet, rose black and white.
Their scales shining in the bright rainbow hues,
like glistening gems in the sun,
as the dragons effortlessly glide on wings
through thin silvery clouds like shiny strands
from a spider’s web, glittering like rings.
Ascending high above emerald plains,
the dragons shimmer like radiant stars.
They are creatures mystical and arcane,
Fearsome and awe-inspiring from afar,
Breathtakingly magestic in their flight
as shadows signal the coming of night.

Melda's sonnet is a half elf half human so she is talking in a smooth voice too but not as smooth as Cire's)
Great Goddess Ehlonna, great Goddess of the forest
Creatures of the wood you keep safe
Even those that have gone waif
Will not become calloused
Children of the forest always in your grace
Dancing in the light
Sleeping in the night
Children of the forest always in your embrace

Krunhelda's sonnet (She is a barbarian so pretend this one is being said in a deep woMAN voice)
blurry eyes find no village
snow is all to see
gone are things from last pillage
need medicine of yuan-ti
rest in bed of snow
go get help when pain not great
use bow to kill crow
eat raw then cough feathers tell late
in morning is no great pain
get up and walk now better
by midday I run again
poison snake no matter
I is strong as many an ox
and fair with long red braided locks

Sir Alfred Pickwick's sonnet (he is human so he sounds like a regular man)
An ode to the beauty in thine eyes is requisite
praise be to their bottomless penetration
As they bedazzle and beguile so exquisite
Just to look upon them is a jubilation
not a tear must they shed
so lavish and lushes green
so perfectly framed by hair so red
One glance so rich a stare is obscene
the battles you’ve won with but a look
so numerous and plenty they are
tales of each would feel a whole book
Lost in your gaze they carry me so far
I thank the gods for bringing such eyes into being
To bad the rest of your body is not worth seeing