Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 758

Message Can't Relay, Only Two Or Three Hours Delay

"Fine!" the leader states,
How about letting him know.
If he won't cooperate,
They'll tie him to the barrow.

However Emil cannot, he
Can barely say "good day"!
How can he relay that,
If Finnish he can't say?

While they argue with words,
Mikkel takes matters in his hands.
To a pocket watch he refers,
Lalli points out a time span.

So while the pair still argue,
The medic returns with the news.
Lalli needs three hours or two,
To resolve what's causing him the blues...

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Pg 759

Can't Await It Nor Leave Alienated

Two or three hours, too long,
It could mean life or deaths.
They could find a shelter strong,
Or the midst of a troll nest.

The group can't all await him,
But he could follow their traces.
He can't be isolated, since
Their orders could be wasted.

So Emil suggests, steadfast,
Volunteers to accompany.
The pair could catch up fast,
Acquiescing, but reluctantly.

Sigrun's eyebrows knit,
The burial ritual's madcap.
Mikkel leaves the pair to it,
With some food and a map.

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Pg 760

As Long As It Takes, Sleeper Awakes

Acting as sentry,
The Swede cleanser blonde.
Lalli kneels intently,
For a prayer marathon.

He glances and awaits,
For the restless Lalli.
The mage deeply concentrates,
For his departed family.

While the ritual proceeds,
In the forest of quiet.
A faraway house of Swedes,
A man with a hearty diet.

So a sleeper awakes,
But his bowl still replete.
Clenched fists he makes,
Seems he doesn't want to eat.

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Pg 761

Deep Despair, They'll Be There

A lone Finnish guy,
Mood forlorn and grim.
The light in his eyes
Just a little more dim.

By the kitchen table,
A Swede head in hands.
They'll surely be able,
To make the shore as planned.

Anxiety Siv tries to dispel,
Just wait for the arrival.
But the signs don't look well,
For the far group's survival.

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Pg 762

Is He Back Inside? Not Clarified

Siv is the one now
Who is optimistic.
What she says, how
Uncharacteristic.

They both can't be downcast,
It just wouldn't work well.
So she has in contrast,
Her pessimism to dispel.

Onni stares wordless,
By Trond's watchful glance.
Fine on the surface,
In a tired, hazy trance.

Taru asks if he's back in,
Are the crew still alive?
Does he know what happened?
Vague answers derived...

As far as he can tell,
They are still on their way.
Can't say what befell,
No more can he convey.

[corncobman]

Pg 763

In A Stroke, Watch The Bloke

Onni downtrodden,
Like in deep hypnosis.
Trond says the sod's in
A stroke - misdiagnosis.

Back into reclusion,
As Onni's solitude grows.
Will stop him if confusion
Makes him walk out in the snow.

Back to the ground crew,
To the left behind pair.
On the tank floor Emil snoozed,
Lalli Finnished his prayer.

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Pg 764

Scout Obdurate, How Inconsiderate

The deed is completed,
His prayer has ended.
Kicking Emil's feet, did
He sleep, bod half-bended?

"We can go now", says he.
"She found her way there".
At least she can be free,
Free from this nightmare.

"Are we going now?" asked,
Lalli's already going.
The companion to him tasked,
No patience for him showing.

How inconsiderate indeed,
But that's his cross to bear.
Can his pace match, the Swede,
With the scouting solitaire?

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My Way, lyrics by Paul Anka (with a few small changes)

And now, the end is here
And so I face the final parting
My friends, take out your gear
My resting place, don't be disheartened

I've toured a path that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

The dents, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I spanned each charted course
Each metal fence along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I climbed it up and rode it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way

I've pushed through day and night
Now in this spot, not of my choosing
And now, as flames subside
It's the end, there's no more cruising

To think I did all that
And may I say - not in a shy way
"Oh no, oh no not me
I did it my way"

For I'm just a tank, I speaketh not
No occupants, my engine's shot
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way

Yes, it was my way

[corncobman]

Pg 765

Don't Draw Close, Dynamically Opposed

The distance is closed,
Up the Swede catches.
The scout feels exposed,
Awkward glance snatches.

His pace increasing,
Emil catches once more.
But the scout is unceasing,
The gap again restored.

Emil's attempts to draw near
The Finn does thus thwart.
Tension most severe,
Both sound with a snort.

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Pg 766

Bridges Impaired, Going Nowhere

Distancing once again,
The Swede and the cat.
The would-be two 'friends'
Sighs in wordless spat.

Severed connections,
Impenetrable walls.
Broken in sections,
Closed off to all.

Troubled arches,
No sounds or smiles.
As the pair marches,
In singular file.

Crumbling to ruin,
No effort maintained.
Making painful viewing,
Would he try once again?

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Catching up with missed pages

Pg 767

The Heavens Spit, Into A Pit

Falling precipitation,
Wind coming strong.
Hood on, botheration,
Emil without, headlong.

Through streets decrepit,
Following a trail snaking.
To rendezvous headed,
But the formation breaking.

An earth-splitting gash,
Before they can convene.
With a crack and a crash,
Into pitfall unseen.

Of a path, there's a lack,
The Swede in a decline.
The Finn stares, looking back,
But it's okay, saying "I'm fine."

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Pg 768

A Moron's Hole, A March He Stole

Who put that hole there?
A moron that's who.
A mess of pipes and blonde hair,
The cat scout with a view.

Don't go anywhere please
Without him, understand?
But he's disinclined to appease,
Walking away, not to command.

He stops and hesitates,
Eyes wide open in shock.
His sight checks his gait,
Holding off the catwalk.

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Pg 769

Into Flesh Speared, Oh Dear, Oh Deer

Distantly, in their way,
Off the beaten track,
A beast fallen prey,
To a surprise troll attack.

A reindeer entangled,
From the walls came the spines.
From its muzzle, sounds strangled,
On its life blood will they dine.

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Pg 770

Skulls And Spines, Foul Heads Line

The scout stares further,
Faces start to emerge.
Skulls, designs of murder,
An unholy grossling scourge.

Spines from skulls protrude,
Growing from places debased.
A foulness from them exudes,
Soon they will be chased...

In this wasteland frozen,
Not only the weather a damper.
With the waking monsters in motion,
Emil only now starts to clamber.

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Pg 771

Emil Shushed, Then Sideways Pushed

Standing side by side,
Ere a sentence escapes his lips,
Emil's mouth is occupied
By Lalli's fingertips.

Pushing him out of sight
Of the awakened evil,
Pressing on, the man slight,
Before a great upheaval.

Behind, in the skies,
One already let loose.
The buildings have eyes,
So they better vamoose!

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Pg 772

Behold Their Nemesis, Vacated The Premises

With an almighty KRA-KOMMM,
The structure is torn through!
There aren't enough bombs,
A giant now chasing the two.

Emil is staggered at
What the walls can't contain.
Lalli dragging the laggard,
With a face full of strain.

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Pg 773

Splitting And Leaping, Fanning And Sweeping

From the giant, splintering,
Troll creatures miniature.
Tentacled, organizing,
Chasing their repas du jour.

Through streets zipping now,
The pair abandoned behind.
Into the light slipping,
But nearby shadows can they find.

Into the open clearing,
They make a break for liberation.
Nonetheless ever nearing,
Agents of their expiration...

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Pg 774

Side By Side, Run But Not Hide

Beasts in the shadows,
The men in the light.
A narrow window
In which to take flight.

Leapt out further,
To cold icy plains.
Touch and go whether
The nightmares can gain.

The scout is rather fleet,
And light on his feet.
The Swede's heavier meat,
Breaking through the ice sheet.

To escape claws and teeth,
Running to their limit.
Whatever is underneath,
Emil has now stepped in it.

[corncobman]

Come Back Matey, Swede Too Weighty

Sinking knee-down,
In a watery quagmire.
On this path will he drown,
Heavier than required.

"I can't go over there!"
Emil thus has told.
The Swede with the hair
The ice will not hold.

His hand outward reaching,
Calling out desp'rately.
Companion's help beseeching,
Succumbing to the gravity.

The cat man retraced,
His steps to his 'friend'.
Kneeling down face to face,
As the tentacles their way wend...

[corncobman]

Pg 776

Giant Land Carrier, Impromptu Barrier

The giant creature strikes,
A shadow from behind.
Its limbs encrusted in spikes,
With rock plating to grind.

A mass of flesh unfeeling,
Growing pustules and abscesses.
Emil still kneeling, his
Glorious hair the wind messes.

Tentacles towards them whip,
Fleshy clubs to them crunching.
Lalli stretched his fingertips,
A defensive spell counterpunching.

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Pg 777

Illumination, Another Separation

The creature oversize-d,
Looms over the mage defiant.
His magic shield cauterizes,
The flesh of the giant.

The weight upon him crashing,
The force suffocating.
Before Emil, the glow flashing,
In the magic fascinating.

But the mass is too great,
The attack too substantial.
As Lalli's spell dissipates, he
Is pushed into the domain astral.

The mage's physical form stays,
Falling in a collapsing state.
With the corporeal parting ways,
While his spirit and soul emigrates.

[corncobman]

Pg 778

Giant Scale (based on Vapor Trails by Rush)

Thermobaric traces of your transitory fight
Trails of lumination held
In narrow hands of light
The sky is turning black
Your face is turning grey
All ground shatters from the weight
The ice floor breaks away

Horizon to horizon
Sensory carried on the wind
Fading away, like an hourglass, grain by grain
Swept away like matches in a hurricane

On a giant scale, on a giant scale

Metamorphic faces make the giant gory vast
Cauterize the enemy that leaves you fading fast
Violence in the magic
Stilled by the paying cost
Monster burnt to ashes
Consciousness is lost

Horizon to horizon
Entropy ridden on the wind
Washed away like embers in the rain
Swept away like matches in a hurricane

On a giant scale, on a giant scale

Washed away like embers in the rain
Swept away like matches in a hurricane

On a giant scale, on a giant scale
On a giant scale, on a giant scale
On a giant scale, on a giant scale
On a giant scale, on a giant scale

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Magic Unmaking, Ice, Man, Breaking

The bright light purging,
As the Finnish man leans.
Into a pool submerging,
Spiritually, unseen.

Down, his body breaking,
His head, to the ice.
Emil, surprised, shaken,
His reactions do not suffice.

The fact of the matter is,
His companion's mentally crashed.
The ice floor shattering,
As around them tentacles thrash.