Poetry collection

[ThisCat]

Page 99

But, sir, I wasn’t sleeping,
No, I wasn’t, sir, not me!
Clearly, I was reading,
And I’m on page twenty-three.

In, uh, chapter four, which, actually,
I’ve only just begun,
And I have to read the lot of this
Before the night is done.

It’s just—this book’s so boring,
And it’s hard to stay awake,
When I read about a shovel—
How it differs from a rake,

How it’s used for more than digging,
How to keep it spotless-clean,
How to save your hands from blisters,
How to paint the handle green. . .

So, all these things considered,
I might have closed my eyes—
But only for a moment!
I’m sure you realise

That this book is quite important
For the work that I must do
So please leave me to read, sir,
Til my reading-work be through—

I really wasn’t sleeping,
No, I wasn’t, sir, not me!
I know it’s not permitted,
So I simply don’t, you see?

Who could sleep here anyway?
The sofas—slightly—stink,
And my friend might say, “revolting”—
But that’s a bit too harsh, I think.

I prefer to call them “rustic”,
Needing tender-loving-care,
But it really is unthinkable
To think of sleeping there—

Besides, if I was tired,
I’d be sleeping on the floor,
So—if you’d please excuse me,
I’ll get back to chapter four.
- by Riorlyne

Page 100

The first eleven pages showed us Norway in the rain
and dearest Aksel being worried for his gran.
And though his constant paranoia was for everyone a pain
we knew surviving would take every cat and man.

The next twelve pages rapid told the story of a cat
and ow is owner had the worst day of his life.
We heard a story of an illness that was even worse than that
before political debates turned into strife.

Then people sensing, finally, that it was time to run and hide
so that the danger couldn't reach where they were sailing.
The only trouble being pizza-stealing cats right by your side,
the only sick ones being seasick off the railing.

Then out in Sweden pages stopping, people hiding out for good
a little family is racing to escape.
With backseat daughter and their pets they all are driving to the wood
with pessimismhanging 'round them like a cape.

We see the crisis growing quickly through a series of shots
like that of gran who's teaching Aksel how to shoot.
We see them barricading homes, we see a dog that lies and rots
and yet we don't know where this danger has it's root.

As prologue ends, page fifty five, we have seen helpless people capsized
because they're sick and dangerous iceladers worry
This is the start, where greatest danger can come here from something pint-sized
yet we haven't even started on the story.

Now the pagecount's reached a hundred. that is why I'm writing this,
and our adventure's only starting to unfold
we've met the airhead of a night-scout and his cousin in a bliss
and then the fire-monger, vain, but rather bold.

But most important of it all is that we've only just begun
and we'll have many hundred pages to enjoy
we know our author has already such a story for us spun
and we are surely looking forward to her ploy.
- by me (ThisCat)

Page 101

Shining perfect hair requires
much effort and much attention
maybe working wih flames and fires
wasn't such a great idea?

I mean, it's delicate and all!
Do you know how long it takes?
And if a flame - if even small
touches it, my hair breaks!

You don't want to hear the snap
of blond locks falling off
yes, I admit, I like to zap
monsters and such - but it's not worth!

Not worth it, not certainly!
Wait a minute - why'm I here?
This voyage will be only
The final trip for my hair

Keeping it is hard, you know!
I... I don't want to give up yet
I'll be presentable, put up a show
- now just to buy some more combs and stuff
- by Nimphy

Page 104

The Finns are here!
The Finns are here?
The Finns are here!
Get up! Get up! No time to waste
We must get ready, we must make haste!
The Finns are here!
No time! No time! Such an early hour!
No time to sleep, no time to shower!
The Finns are here!
Oh dear, oh dear, oh very well
I hope they don't mind the wait, or mind the smell
But regardless yet, I say hurray!
For the Finns are here!
And must get underway!
- by Sir. Orc

Page 107

Smile, scout, smile!
Shine like the sun!
You'll do things no one has ever... oh, wait a moment.
Oops. Wrong poetry.
Run, Lalli, run!
Like the... uhh, who knows?
Just run, sprint, whatever!
Whenever, go whereve--
uhh, NO! The train! The long, metal thing!
Where there are many people -
see the one with the ring?
And the fat lady, too,
with the coat that looks like new,
and the young- oh whatever,
just run, Lalli, run!
- by Nimphy

[ThisCat]

Page 107

Oh, no
we stood here chatting
for so long
(though it was fun)

The train is leaving
we're not on it
So we run!
(run Lalli, run)
- by me (ThisCat)

Page 111

Over rock and over snow
What awaits we do not know
But through the silent world we go
On the morning train

Under bridge and under sky
Trolls and trouble pass us by

We cannot wait but at least we'll try
On the morning train

And Tuuri watches from the window
As Lalli ponders what's to come
Emil panics and this we know
Will make things rather troublesome

So with no care and with no fear
Under skies both blue and clear
Our destinies draw ever near
On the morning train
- by Sir. Orc




Smash and Grab!
Then Burn it Quick-
Jib and Jab; Poke and Prick.

Shoot! Reload!
(Dont touch that TOAD!)
meow mewow, rrwwwow, hssssss

Trans:
Stupid Human who's skull is thicke
Don't get bit with the Ugly Stycke.
- by Elluinas

Page 114

He'll stare, he'll stare, he'll stare
Right into your soul
Beware, beware, beware
Lest you end up like that troll

For Lalli's far from stupid, at least as much as he can be
He'll see right through any lies, at least as much as he can see

So beware, beware, beware
Little Emil I mean you
He'll stare, he'll stare, he'll stare
Till you spill the sandwich too!
- by Sir. Orc

Page 115

Ooh de Lalli
Kitty Cat and Cleanser
Walkin' through the badlands
Flamin' back and forth
At whatever they could find
Reminiscin', Never chattin'
Havin' such a dull time
Oo-de-Lalli Oo-de-Lalli
Lalli, what a day
Never ever thinkin' there was danger in the snow
They were playin', they just joked all around
Never dreamin' that a screamin' giant and his trollies
Was a-watchin' them an' gatherin' around
Kitty Cat and Cleanser
Runnin' through the silence
Jumpin' logs, dodgin' trees
An' tryin' to get away
Contemplatin' nothin'
But escape an' never makin' it
Oo-de-Lalli, Oo-de-Lalli
Lalli, what a day
Ooh
Oo-de-Lalli, Oo-de-Lalli
Lalli, what a day

"It's the song from Disney's Robin Hood.
My version is a song Lalli used to hear bout how a slacking cleanser and his cat (probably Grade C with the way it was acting) forgot the #1 rule and ran from the trolls. And then they got eaten. But the tune is a happy, catchy tune so kids will remember it and the lesson it teaches. "
- by Cheesecake

[ThisCat]

Page 115

Oh you fool!
You looked away!
You looked away!
And now your food
Is the Lalli's prey
Lalli's prey!

He will skulk and lurk and stare
For the right time he will wait
Don't look away! Beware!
Oh no! he took the bait!

Oh you fool!
You looked away!
You looked away!
Now your sandwich
Is the Lalli's prey
Lalli's prey!

More fearsome than the troll
More sneaky than the cat
His hunger takes it's toll
You won't know where he's at!

Oh you fool!
You looked away!
You looked away!
And now your lunch
Is the Lalli's prey!
Lalli's prey!

So guard your sandwiches with care
You don't know when he'll attack
When he's around you must beware
For the Lalli beast looking for a snack

So you fool!
Don't look away!
Don't lower your guard!

There's danger in the silent lands
You don't want to fall prey!

But even trolls and giants!
Take cover and take flight!
When the Lalli comes for sandwiches
Like a thief in the night!
- by Sir. Orc

Page 116

-Oooh, was that a Troll I saw?
With beady eye and waving arm?
-No, Tuuri, it was a tree
That has never done any harm

-Oooh, were those Giants I saw?
With fuming mouths and bulky shoulder?
-Those are called /buildings/, Tuuri
After cleansing, they still smolder

-Oooh, was that a Beast-
-Oh please, how can you even think that?
Did that look like a Beast to you?
It was just some cleanser cat!
- by Ffaunax

Page 118

A simple explanation of their job by the cleansers (and their cats)

Stage one:
we schorch
'till it all burns like a torch

Stage two:
we break
'till the grounds rumble and shake

Stage three:
we wait
'till all's killed by winter's weight

Stage four:
we purge
'till all's killed that might emerge
- by Ffaunax

Page 119

The woods are burning bright
The fires dance tonight
Oh see how the trolls all run

Ashes and embers glow
As the fields all fill with snow
But still our work is far from done

Amongst the ashes and the dust
Amongst the ruins and the rust
So we light the way

Amongst the giants and the trolls
Amongst the troubles and the tolls
So we light the way

That we might return one day

Winter passes with the cold
Spring comes to the ruins old
But still we are not done

Our cats hunt down the last
The beasts destroyed with the past
And still we must press on

Amongst the ashes and the dust
Amongst the ruins and the rust
So we light the way

Amongst the giants and the trolls
Amongst the troubles and the tolls
So we light the way

The we might live another day

Now the forest thick returns
Full of flowers, moose, and ferns
What a joy it is to see

Near the trains we keep it clear
So that no beast may draw near
Our townships safe and free

Amongst the ashes and the dust
Amongst the ruins and the rust
So we light the way

Amongst the giants and the trolls
Amongst the troubles and the tolls
So we light the way

For we will return one day
- by Sir. Orc


Our weapons are the fire, and the dynamite and cold
they're all we have to drive the enemy away.
We fight for family and friends and we can never ever fold,
we have to live to fight the battle one more day.
We are the fire,
we can fight.
We are the cold
so you can live.
We are the shield
to guard the night.
The sacrifice
with all to give

We fight to kill and kill again the things that fester in the dark
we never stop, we never hesitate or doubt.
We are methodical and thoruogh, leave the snow to clear the park,
and any stragglers are quickly driven out.
We are the fire,
we can fight.
We are the cold
so you can live.
We are the shield
to guard the night.
The sacrifice
with all to give

We are the cleansers and the cats who never fear the job they do
we know the honor and the pride of demolition.
We fight to one day build a haven that no monster can walk through,
and this ideal of safety becomes our vision.
We are the fire,
we can fight.
We are the cold
so you can live.
We are the shield
to guard the night.
The sacrifice
with all to give
- by me (ThisCat)

[ThisCat]

Page 120

Cows, cows, cows
So very many cows
Cows, cows, cows
So many many cows

The sit in the sludge
Chewing on their cud
Silently they judge
Lying in the mud

Fields full of herds
Judging all to be
They don't need words
Through your lies they see

Cows, cows, cows
So very many cows
Cows, cows, cows
So many many cows

They graze among the reeds
So they watch and moo
Around the city of the swedes
While they're judging you

Beware the beast
Among the reeds
Tonight they'll feast
On the city of the swedes

Cows, cows, cows
So very many cows
Cows, cows, cows
So many many cows
- by Sir. Orc





On the streets of Mora
All paved with cobblestone so fine
On the streets of Mora
Like the stars her streetlamps shine
On the streets of Mora
Among the flowers and the shops
The adventure never stops
You never know what you might find

On the streets of Mora

The train came in from the shore
To the city among the cows and reeds
Alight is electric lights and more
The pride and glory of the swedes

It pulled up to the station
And who should I see arrive
But three from the Finnish nation
They saw the city come alive

On the streets of Mora
All paved with cobblestones so fine
On the streets of Mora
Like the stars her streetlamps shine
On the streets of Mora
Among the flowers and the shops
The adventure never stops
You never know what you might find

On the streets of Mora

A group of six they were in all
Three Finns and three swedes
What business to this lot did call?
To bring them to the city in the reeds

I followed them close behind
Through the streets and stalls
I sought to know, I sough to find
What adventure to them calls

On the streets of Mora
All paved with cobblestones so fine
On the streets of Mora
Like the stars her streetlamps shine
On the streets of Mora
Among the flowers and the shops
The adventure never stops
You never know what you might find

On the streets of Mora

I followed passed the pastry shop
But soon I did lose sight
I never learned, why in Mora they stop
And the question haunted me that night

And so in Mora you will see
All the wonders to have at hand
But strange as it may seem and be
There is much stranger in the silent land

On the streets of Mora
All paved with cobblestones so fine
On the streets of Mora
Like the stars her streetlamps shine
On the streets of Mora
Among the flowers and the shops
The adventure never stops
You never know what you might find

On the streets of Mora
- by Sir. Orc

Page 123

Fire, brimstone, boom and burst
Lightning brought by flame
Dynamite bring forth the thunder
Who will be to blame?

Careless Emil think when packing
Weapons and all that
Know that no explosives ever
Get by the watching Cat
- by lykkefanten

Page 124

Finally we get to see Emil's swag:
A briefcase-full of explosive tac!
But his sparkles have moved on.
Oh my, where have they gone?
Probably scared off by the old hag.
- by Luca0483


Emil you brought the fire to our city,
you thought we didn't know,
but you can't trick our kitty,
Now lets watch Lalli's show,

Lalli might just leave,
we don't know yet,
but now Emil lets grieve,
for the loss of your cool armory's threat,
To our clean city.
- by Regina/fabula

[ThisCat]

(it hits me that if I didn't edit so many poems into each post my post-count would be about five times higher )

Page 125

It moves! It moves! It moves!
You cannot trust the floor!
For it will move underfoot!
And send you out the door!
- by Sir. Orc

Page 126

On the streets of Mora
Where cobblestones are loose
There is an ugly moose
Or horses they may be
Oh what did Lalli see!
On the streets of Mora...
- by Sir. Orc

Page 133

Little Emil full of fire goes
To reclaim his glory and his fame
Be it wit, be it charm, be it madness
He'll find, his status
And watch it all go up in flame
- by Sir. Orc

Page 135

It's magic time! It's magic time!
Oh what fun! It's magic time!
Casting spells!
With words that rhyme!
Oh what fun! It's magic time!

Get up, get up Lalli
It's time to put on a show!
Come on, Come on Lalli
What do you mean by "No?"

Emil's being such a brat
Please put him in his place.
What's with that gesture?
Don't you dare make such a face!

Cause
It's magic time! It's magic time!
Oh what fun! It's magic time!
Cast some magic!
It's no crime!
GET UP LALLI, it's magic time!

Darn it, darn it Lalli
What can't you play along
Come on, come on Lalli
What on earth is wrong?

Well Lalli's quite a stinker
So we've hit a slight delay
But I assure you he's mage
And we'll see some magic another day

No magic time? No magic time!
no more fun? No magic time?
Stupid Lalli
Such a crime
Thanks to him, no magic time.
- by Sir. Orc



Somewhere familiar,
Somewhere peculiar,
I can sleep anywhere:
Cat-napping here tonight!

Tuuri's appealing,
Emil's insulting,
They won't get anywhere:
I'm cat-napping tonight!

Nothing for Swedes, nothing for cats;
Bring on the bedrolls, blankets and mats!

Old conurbations,
Odd situations,
I'm not demanding or polite;
Travelling tomorrow -
Cat-napping tonight!
- by Greenwood Goat

[ThisCat]

Page 139

Unto the brave new world!
Searching for what was lost!
Unto the brave new world!
We'll find it at any cost!

The lore lost to the ages!
Ancient books for Danes!
Searching through dusty pages
Taking the greatest pains.

Unto the brave new world we go!
Unto those silent lands!
To find what we no longer know
To hold such knowledge in our hands!

The lore lost to the ages!
"Havearbejde Nemt"! Oh what a find!
Hey it's Odense Yellow Pages!
"Twilight!?" Ehhhh, nevermind...

Unto the brave new world we go!
To learn what were myths and what was true!
Searching for what man used to know!
And maybe to make a krona or two...
- by Sir. Orc

Page 140

Pitter, patter goes the rain
And so we must depart again
We might come back in a month or two
And maybe then we'll visit you
But for now, we must catch our train
Pitter, patter goes the rain
- by Sir. Orc

Page 141

On the day of our departure
The rain came down
Like the indifference of gods
Sweeping the streets clean of human life
Bringing an early dusk
Drowning the distance
In its roaring downpour
Turning the world we were leaving
Silent
- by Aprillen


On the streets of Mora!
Such happy smiling faces!
Going to new places!
Seeing what lies beyond!
On the streets of Mora!
- by Sir. Orc

Page 142

Beneath the trees it whispers
It's blades go snicker-snack
They tear up trolls and giants
When they foolishly attack

No sight no sound heralds it
You only feel a thud
And then the train continues on
With a fresh new coat of blood!

Quic-ker than a bul-let
Through the forest gloom
The Coa-stal train is com-ing
With spinning blades of doom!

Oh fast-er than an ar-row
And sharper than an axe
You can-not know when trou-ble
Comes speeding down the tracks

The creatures in the forest
Speak of it with dread
But still the train continues
Killing what lurks ahead

So when you're on your journey
Do not be alarmed
For aboard the coastal train
You can make the trip unharmed

Quic-ker than a bul-let
Through the forest gloom
The Coa-stal train is com-ing
With spinning blades of doom!

Oh fast-er than an ar-row
And sharper than an axe
You can-not know when trou-ble
Comes speeding down the tracks
- by Sir. Orc

[ThisCat]

Page 142

On a merry promenade across the Silent Land,
We travelled in a train quite fine, with steel walls quite grand.
The bumping tracks made calm and quiet music in our ear,
When sounded out a thwack of flesh and grinding, whining gears.
Yet though the train did shake, and cried us loudly in dismay
Old Iron Mary carried on, her nose no longer grey.
- by Michael

Page 145

The first trip went swimmingly
The second one as well
But on the third run of the Dala Train
Things quickly went to hel!

Now decades later it's abandoned
Left rusting to it's fate
And though it's safe to ride we swear!
You might want to worry if it's late...
- by Sir. Orc




Breaking, crushing, crashing, scratching
screeching metal, screaming brakes.
Tearing, cracking, gnawing, thrashing
shatter windows, shearing stakes.

Shouting, running, falling, failing
hiding children, gruesome fate.
Hoping, wishing, living, dying
I believe the train is late.
- by me (ThisCat)

Page 149

Lalli the Scout Meets the Metal Tube of Death

Tuuri boarded the train in manner so plucky,
insatiably curious, all happy-go-lucky.
But scout stayed alone on the platform grey,
and prayed and chanted his panic away.

Companions intrepid all curious waited,
as Lalli outside the train procrastinated.
They could not see reason or rhyme to his panic,
it all seemed quite strange, one might even say manic.

But they had no sight like the eyes of the mages,
that feelings and spirits sense, loves and the rages,
the ghosts of the past, memories of departed,
crimes of the villains and deeds of kind hearted.

The train, metal tube, stood there silent and hollow,
but there was a story that Lalli could follow:
He had seen cruel gouges on its armor of steel,
could through metallic grooves he old suffering feel,
there embedded in plating was pain, rage and fear,
spirits spoke in dark voices he only could hear.

Armored was train and with arms it was crowned,
and this deadly sight in black iron was bound,
cruel steel, cruel blades encrusted with blood,
had terror seeped through every nail and each stud,
as stood the tube deadly in waiting hall's gloom,
could Lalli about it sense tenebrous doom.

Sensed memories there he of terror and pain,
as monsters had clawed at the armor in vain,
the spirits now murmured of passengers' plight,
had horror struck, panic, on train on that night,
as through lands untamed had it hastened still on,
'til nightmare was banished by light of the dawn.

Invoked Lalli Kuutar, high lady of Moon,
and sought for her guidance, a blessing, her boon,
for tracks full of terror before him were laid,
and thus before boarding Moon fervently prayed,
And Lalli knew this would need all of his breath
for he was now facing Metal Tube of Death!
- by Mikko Ojala





Moon oh moon, shining bright
Guide us on our trip tonight
Guide us through the forest gloom
Guard us from the beasts of doom
Guard us from the hiisi and troll
Shield us from their wretched toll
Hear the mage who calls tonight
Moon oh moon, shining bright
- by Sir. Orc

[ThisCat]

Page 150

"So you, thought you, might go to Öresundsbro,
To feel the warm thrill of travel, that venturesome glow,
Tell me, is something disturbing you fellows?
Is there less view than you thought you would see?
If want to get there in one piece, we must hide,
From things that would claw their way in through the sides!
Saws!
Run the engine up!
Forward!
Open! Raise the gates!
Raise the gates!!!!"
-by Greenwood Goat

Page 153 (and my deviantart)

Oh, such are the travels through the fog-filled forests of the dark
the silence is foreboding only broken by the beast or breaking tracks.

The sleep you seek evades you all elusive into terror
every dream you do not dream is tainted black.

Then every hope you harbour hides to huddle hopelessly in horror
Every shadow shown through shielded windows withers wordlessly away.

As moonlight lessens lightly, slightly every second slowly seeping
soon the moon and light it carries crawls again behind the clouds.

And we are left in deadly darkness of the dusk beneath the canopy
the creeping crawling creatures from the caves of trees and trash.

But our defences do endure as they have done before
and as we rip our way through raving revenants towards our goal we hope
we hide
we hope
- by me (ThisCat)

Two more by Sir. Orc on page 155:

In the forest it is dark
In the forest it is dreary
Do not linger, do not stay
Oh travelers so weary

In the forest there are monsters
In the forest there is fear
Do not linger, do not stay
Best you don't come near

The echos of the past
Linger with the ghosts and trolls
Of the times that not last
Of their troubles and their tolls

In the forest there are ruins
In the forest there are moans
Monster shift through wreckage
And trees grow amidst the bones

So in the forest do not tread
In the forest do not stray
For death has made it's home here
And all who come are here to stay






So many fancy words, I shall poem it!
The meter and the rhyme, sing a crazy song
It rattles round inside my brain
Each line and stanza, oh so strange and wrong
Word by word it drives me insane

I cannot keep track of the melody
Can't seem to keep the blasted time
So many spelling mistakes I now see
Made when I try to make words rhyme

Well this poem now is beyond repairing
Oh I am sure that much is true
And though I have no clue what I was thinking
Still I shall post it here for you.


And one more from page 155

Red streamer adorned,
under silver light, the train
speeds toward adventure.

Dark night enfolding
homes lost to Kuutar's gaze,
in the deep shadows.

Intrepid members
of a fools dream of treasure
sleep soundly together.

Chill air, salty blood,
Echo of a trolls passing.
Sleep well and good night.
- by White Mouse

[ThisCat]

Page 156

Come aboard the Dala horse!
Come aboard our train so grand!
The fastest line to new Denmark
The most exquisite in the land!

Oh come aboard the Dala horse
Come travel in comfort and in style!
The safest line to new Denmark
Over every inch and mile!

The silent world is quiet.
There's nothing there to fear
The Swedish train did pass
and no monster did come near

Come aboard the Dala horse!
Come aboard our train so grand!
The fastest line to new Denmark
The most exquisite in the land!

Oh come aboard the Dala horse!
Come travel with no fear!
The safest line to new Denmark
No monsters will draw near!

The silent world is watching
There is something in the night
It skulks around the tracks
Watching just out of sight

Come aboard the Dala horse!
Come aboard our train so grand!
The fastest line to new Denmark!
The most exquisite in the land!

Oh come aboard the Dala horse!
Come! The trip is hardly long!
It's the safest line to new Denmark
And nothing can go wrong!

The silent world is waiting
The train comes speeding down the tracks
Something darts out from the night
And in hunger it attacks

Don't come aboard the Dala horse
Don't come aboard today
The fastest line to new Denmark
Has hit a slight delay

Oh don't come aboard the Dala horse
Don't come in case of more attacks
The safest line to new Denmark
Has just gone off the tracks

The silent world is feasting
The twisted wreckage is ablaze
The photos that were taken
Ended the Dala craze

Well come aboard the Dala horse
Come aboard once more
The cheapest line to new Denmark
Is now safer than before

Come aboard the Dala horse
Come aboard, it's no crime!
The safest line to new Denmark
We swear is safe this time!
- by Sir. Orc

Page 157

The whispers in the wood
Are the murmurs of the dead
In ruins where man once stood
In ruins where man once bled

The darkness comes a creeping
With the waning light
In the ruins dark and sleeping
In the ruins dark as night

Beware this place you fool!
The cursed land of death
You'll find him waiting here
Where man drew his final breath

Beware this place you fool
The home of trolls of giants
Or never will you walk again
from these lands of silence

A boy stirs in the train
As the spell begins to dim
The ruins call in pain
The ruins call to him

The cats are still as stones
They hear the twisted song
The ruins full of bones
The ruins full of evil strong

Beware this place you fool
This cursed land of death
You'll find him waiting here
Where man drew his final breath

Beware this place you fool
Home of trolls and giants
Or you never again shall you leave
This cursed land of silence.
- by Sir. Orc



Rain is falling down onto the Silent World
The only sound that rings through the quiet

Apart from the noise of our horse's pounding
Under the cloudy, moonless sky of night
And the hushed whispers of the creatures in the shadows;
The silence before the oncoming storm

I turn my sleepless eye onto the darkness
Seeking that which is not really there
But in this deadly creeping silence
My vision can never feel at ease

Because there is this ever vague sensation
That maybe, maybe not, from behind the walls
Of dripping water and still stone that we are passing
Tonight They come.

Rain is falling onto the Silent World
The only sound that screams in the quiet
-by Clayres



The dreamer

It's raining and thundering hard outside,
And I'm glad that I'm safe in my room.
Safe from the plague, the dying and damned,
And the horrible things in the gloom.

Away from the moaning, the shuffling steps,
The what was that noise at the door!?
Tucked away safe, and slumbering deep,
Safe in the comforting dark, evermore.

But sometimes a hunger will lead me to dream
Of stumbling out from my safe little room,
Of wandering sadly through desolate halls,
Of creeping through rubble and ruin.

And sometimes when dreaming, I'll see a dear face,
My Mother, my brother, my friend;
Twisted and hideous, leering and vile,
Lusting for naught but my end.

Flame pouring out from their claw-fingered hands,
Bullets that leap from their eyes,
And I strike out in fear of this horrible dream,
To wipe out these terrible lies.

It's raining and thundering hard outside,
And I'm glad that I'm safe in my room.
Safe from the plague, the dying and damned,
And the horrible things in the gloom.
- by AndyW

Page 158

A stirring in the air
Gathering clouds again veil the moon
a noise on the intercom
moans of those who where not immune

as he lies awake
a whisp of smoke, growing, growing
a soulles gaze, a moanful scream
cold, howling winds are blowing

he covers his eyes
it's hovering, howling, hungering, waiting
what was once human
what the plague has been creating

he won't sleep tonight
or is he sleeping, dreaming?
haunted by things he doesn't want to see
hearing it all the time screaming
- by Ffaunax

[ThisCat]

Page 159

Oh what I find as I'm laying in bed, a dude with girls hair slamming my head.

Squeezing my skull down into my sheet, in a room full of 20 that smells like boot feet.

I twist and I turn, oh what a stifle, I'd kill this moth!@#%^ if I could just reach my rifle.

Never should I trust, despite accolades, a frilly haired dude who smuggled grenades.
- by LazyReader

Group-poem on page 163

Never fear, Lalli's here!

And trolls will shed a bitter tear?

For Lalli's weird Finnish spell
will send the trolls right back to hell!

Oh surely they will feel his ire,
as roasts he them on slow fire!

Meanwhile dear Tuuri up there,
snores like a winter bear...

While outside cruel monster screams,
of cuddly kittehs Tuuri dreams.

Let our heroic group see this trend bucked
For if they don't they are truly fu...uh...screwed?

Otherwise danger they will not have ducked!

Moving on X-C ... conductors, quick,
fix things, 'fore troll-crowd grows thick!
- by Argent Stonecutter, Mikko Ojala, Nimphy, Prestwick, Spyder and JoB

Page 165

Fifteen cats in Sector Three,
Their fur was fanned with great unease.
What funny little cats! Stalking such things!
Oh what shall they do when the trolls come in on wings?
- by Royan Rannedos





A breach, a breach, a breach!
Sector three is open wide
Everybody get inside
Something's coming through the breach

A breach, a breach, a breach!
The cats begin to hiss
Something is amiss
Oh my gods, something's coming through the breach

Grab your gun, grab your gun
Hurry, run, better run
Something foul is there
Lingering in the air

Grab your gun, grab your gun
Hurry run, better run
Claws rip and tear the cabin free
What horror did the young mage see?

A breach, a breach, a breach!
Quickly pass around the masks
Everybody's at their tasks
Something's coming through the breach

A breach, a breach, a breach!
Strange voices begin to moan
Steel begins to bend and groan
Oh my gods, somethings through the breach!

So grab your, grab your gun
Lalli run! Hurry run!
Something hungers for a bite
You won't get out without a fie

Grab a gun, grab a gun
Hurry run, hurry run!
Fight to death! Or at least try
Otherwise, we're gonna die!

The breach, the breach, the breach!
Is starting to open wide!
Everybody get inside
Cause something's coming...
Something's hunting...
Something sees us through the breach!
- by Sir. Orc

Page 166

Ode to a furball the train cat coughed up on me this morning. In seventeen ten verses

The guarding CAT sat silent, still,
it coughed and coughed on train until,
beneath his whiskers he let fall,
a tangled matted brown fur ball.

The glist'ning, moist and tangled ball,
Though t'were diminutive and small,
Gave out a rare and radiant light!
Which when shy Lalli it did sight,
Gave him a fearsome, freakish fright.

"What form, what texture!" Lalli thought
and back his primal instinct fought,
to touch the wondrous ball of fur,
for that might the CAT's wrath incur.

This fear, it was to no avail,
For with a whisk of furry tail,
The CAT flicked furball straight, apace
For dear, poor Lalli's pristine face.

This foreign visage ornament
Though ugly, had a meaner scent.
Which soon permeated through
To Emil's nose --
And then: "Ah-CHOO!"

The sparkly hair'ed Swede exclaimed,
and his blue eyes the feline blamed,
for sphere of wet fur glistening
had woken allergies within.

With reddened face and streaming nose,
The haughty Swede from bed arose,
And roughly seized th'offending ball;
He hurled it fast, far down the hall.

This fur as rolled along the hall,
with mage sight Lalli saw it all,
the hair glowed with a reddish light,
the ball it contained awesome might,
the feline essence there distilled,
with catly grace and guile was filled.

"My sincerest apologies"
said Lalli " but your allergies
must not us stop from gaining this,
this magic sphere of feline bliss."

In frozen horror watched the pair,
As Tuuri's sleeping form, just there,
Did abruptly twist and fall,
Her landing square upon the ball;
In flowing folds of coat - like spore
The fur was lost for ever more.
- by iamthepiguy and Mikko Ojala

[ThisCat]

Page 167

Spider snake,
Spider snake,
Does whatever a spider snake does.
Does it want,
To eat your face
yes it does
it's spider snake
watch ooooout, it's spider snaaaaaaake
- by Spencer Welch




Spider-snake, spider-snake
His hunger you can never slake
He'll eat your soul and destroy train
He'll make your life of world of pain
Spidersnake!
- by Sir. Orc





Spider-snake, Spider-snake,
Does whatever a spider-snake can
Spins no web of any size,
Still catches people just like flies
Look Out!
Here comes the Spider-snake.

Is he strong?
Listen bud,
He's got Rash-infected blood.
Can he swing from a thread
Tear big hole into your head
Hey, there
There goes the Spider-snake.

In the chill of the night
At the track of a train
Like a horrid streak of light
He arrives just to eat your brain.
Here comes the Spider-snake!

Spider-snake, Spider-snake
Unfriendly neighborhood Spider-snake
Health and humanity
He's ingnored
Violent action is his reward.
Hey,
Here come the Spider-snake!

Life is a great carnage to him,
Whenever someone's torn limb from limb,
You'll find the Spider-snake!
- by Mikko Ojala




The horror of the Spider-snake,
you never ever can escape,
he you will seek from every nook,
he'll get you by a hook or crook,
for he is horrid Spider-snake,
remember all in fear to quake!
- by Mikko Ojala



Page 168

Glass begins to crack and break
Blood splatters on the wall
Beware the dreaded spider-snake
He's come to kill us all

Twisted flesh and broken bones
Beastly roars and mournful moans
Through the cracks he'll slip
Death lingers in his grip
When the glass begins the break...
You best beware the spider-snake!

Little mage what will you do?
When the Hiisi send their pawn?
For now he's turned his gaze to you
And you may not live to see the dawn!

Twisted flesh and broken bones
Beastly roars and mournful moans
The the walls he'll slip
Death lurking in his grip
When the glass begins to break...
You best beware the spider-snake!

Little cleanser full of fire...
Watchful as the beast draws near
Abomination of evil dire
So shall you learn the truth of fear!

Twisted flesh and broken bones
Moves with wretched roars and moans
slowly circles drawing near
The beast of death and darkest fear
And when the glass begins to break
So too will you meet the spider-snake!
- by Sir. Orc

[ThisCat]

Page 170

To paraphrase G.R.R.Martin

The Pains of Västerström

"You almost suffocated me!"
Said Lalli, Finnish mage,
"Your means of saving people are
a terrible disgrace!"

"And who are you?", proud Emil said,
"that I must bow so low?"
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.

"Oh pish-posh" continued Västerström,
"ungrateful Finn you are,
I am a cleanser of first rate,
and you a mage subpar!

"Was I protecting you odd Finn,
with mine true and strong arm,
what if I squeezed a bit too hard,
that did not do you harm!"

But answered Lalli ruffled, grim
"That this cat still has claws,
And his are long and sharp, oh Swede,
longer, sharper than yours."

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
this Finnish mage, this Finn,
and now is riddled with claw marks,
the Swede and all his pretty skin.

and now is riddled with claw marks,
the Swede and all his pretty skin.
- by Mikko Ojala

Page 171

They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
- by Peter Houlihan

Page 175

A day like no other, boy what a pain
With water and suds as we sterilize trains
Pro cleaners abound with cats who assist
cleaning trains with breached armor, customers be pissed

Emil and Tuuri getting ready to leave
While Lalli pulls shoes on with such mighty heave
What's the matter, never seen such an odd thigh high boot?
Yes; once on the street worn by male prostitutes

The saw train is moving second by second
As our team leaves they wonder, will the next phase be pleasant?
God, Emil wishes he still had his explosives
To fight off whatever made the train look corrosive

But as we trot on theres a musk in the air
No time to worry, Emil's fixing his hair
But Tuuri is cautious she fixes her mask
She appears as a teddy, doing engineer tasks

This party continues but it's time to go
But how about a checkup by unnamed Medic you know
But this isn't time to chit chat and frolic
With three characters left to make up this comic.
- by LazyReader

Page 176

Silver to Silver, then arrogant Blonde
To crewmates waiting with grumpy Trond
Redhead's a grinning
Medic's "smile" is winning
Together at last now the the new day is dawned.
- by cheesecake

Page 177



We fight the endless fight against the creatures from the deep
we never give, we never stop, we never yield.
Our quest is tough, but we go on to drive them back to the beyond
We stand the line to be the spear, to be the shield.

But inbetween, the clouds let up, the sunlight plays across the sea,
the sounds of seabirds are the only to be heard.
The air is fresh, the water blue, the birds are beautiful and free
and in those days, even the fighting seems absurd.
- by me (This Cat)

[ThisCat]

Page 177

And so one journey ends
Another starts anew
Tune in Tuesday, my friends
Till then good day to you!
- by Sir. Orc





we jump across the clouds
we hold out in our cave
because there is no one brave enough
to attack our hide-outs

we walk towards the enemy
and go into war
to protect those
the future will be made of

we only want the best
for our shared earth
a better world it would be
if none of them lived here

we march out towards
their ugly cities
where they go about and breed
into more filthy creatures

we hustle and we work
right until you become numb
yes, you must say life is
hard for a troll

-a tribute poem to the endurance of trolls
- by Luca0483
(danish version on the non-english poetry thread)

[Eich]

A haiku thank you:

A poet I'm not,
Seems like ThisCat's all caught up,
Now, my thanks, ThisCat. 

Seriously, you've done a heck of a good job with this, and it's super cool to have an archive like this on the forum that shows such a unique quality of our community. 

[Sue D Nym]

Little kitten, sweet and small
She thinks she's ten feet tall,
Swipe to the left, Swipe to the right
She can put up a courageous fight,
Little kitten, fluffy and cute,
She's smart and fast and fierce to boot!
A field of trolls bullets do strafe,
While she works to keep her humans safe
Her humans will have nothing to fear,
There is no need to worry, for she is here!

Written by Me