Post by: ThisCat on September 01, 2014, 03:02:50 PM
Rules
- Don't add any comments without poetry in them.
- Try to add the page it is from and the author of every poem.
- You can add as many poems as you want in one post, as long as it's clear where they're all from and who wrote them.
- It's all right to comment on other poems, but only if you add a poem of your own. This thread is to easily find poems, filling it up with other stuff works against that purpose.
- You don't have to find the poems in the comment section, but they should be fanpoems for Minna at least.
- You can edit your original post so it contains different poems.
- Limit of five poems per post (might be subject to change)
If you're worried if something would break the rules, but aren't sure, add it anyways. These are mostly guidelines to make sure the thread isn't cluttered by off-subject posts.
Post by: ThisCat on September 01, 2014, 03:28:14 PM
It's cold Outside, with no proper biosphere.
We're all alone; more or less.
Let us get far away from here.
Fun, fun, fun. In the sun, sun, sun.
I want to lie, catnapped and comatose;
Dawn breaking, sometime soon,
With kneading-purrs, warm as toast.
Fun, fun, fun. In the sun, sun, sun.
Fun, fun, fun. In the sun, sun, sun.
- by Euodiachloris
Then, of course, the first poem of the first page of SSSS, written by the first bard of Minna: Mikko Ojala
New Journeys
A journey new we thus begin,
we eager are for sights fresh made,
to seek new worlds, new lays to sing,
before us path has Minna laid,
that visions wondrous will us bring,
on this stage story will be played.
With child's brave curiosity,
we set on journey full of awe,
through artist's virtuosity,
new worlds she seeks to paint and draw,
her art's great luminosity,
to us revealed will be once more.
The artist, storyteller, guide,
will chart new lands and waters here,
will gather us from far and wide,
the story will bring all us near.
This ship with hand firm she will steer,
this tale will be our joy and pride,
in calm or storm you have no fear,
she'll master story's every tide.
To all good journey and godspeed,
who road have chosen this to tread,
with joy, good humour tale this read,
blessing upon your heart and head.
And then two from page 6
*From Aksel’s point of view*
O, my poor sweet Grandmother I must save
From the pouring rain and a watery grave
For she’s all alone and she’s hardly brave
(And she lives with an evil cat)
But with wind comes rain in a fierce squall
And onto the road crushing boulders fall
And I cannot get to my Granny at all
(Not to mention her terrible cat)
So please, kind sir, so generous be
And travel across the treacherous sea
And bring back my dearest Granny to me
(If you must, bring her horrible cat)
*But from Granny’s point of view*
But Granny sits back in her comfortable chair
While the steam of hot chocolate sweetens the air
And she certainly couldn't be happier there
(For her lap holds the fluffiest cat!)
- by Riorlyne
And should the coming disaster conspire,
To visit Gran, with countenance dire,
It shall not get past his hellfire,
For he is the Devil, that cat!
-by Greenwood Goat
Mikko Ojala again on page ten
Storm in Dalsnes Bay
Rain, rain rain, the rain drops fall
in patterns countless waters pour
upon our heads, the harbour wall,
the lands, the mountain and sea shore,
the wind howls, sends up plumes of spray,
there's storm tonight in Dalsnes bay.
Is world engulfed in darkness bleak
and we wait for the dawning day
a lightning wreathes the mountain peak,
there's storm tonight in Dalsnes bay.
Our world's closed in, by storm besieged,
we hope, beyond all hope we pray,
that night's dark walls by dawn are breached,
and we once more will see new day.
Post by: Nimphy on September 01, 2014, 03:32:43 PM
Edit: okay, all clear now!
Page: 47
Title: This Is Not the End
Written for: the End! Of the prologue, anyways.
Author: Me, AKA Nimphy
It's the end, it's the end,
our lifes we defend,
with guns and fists
and cats to assist.
We'll die, won't we?
No we won't, you'll see,
we'll fight for our lives
with swords and knives,
until evil is gone
and no harm is done.
It's the end, it's the end,
to the dying we tend,
we see them pass away,
why not us, why they?
We're going to live,
we'll have to believe,
we'll have to survive
and be alive in the end,
because we're here,
we're not dead,
yes, we're hanging from a thread,
but we'll have to live,
we'll have to believe,
'cause you know, my friend,
this is not the end.
Post by: Nimphy on September 01, 2014, 04:12:14 PM
I'm taking the liberty of posting Inachis' prose translation of Lalli's spell/prayer to Kuutar on page 148. It's just the kind of resource a fan community should preserve.
Well, I'm opening a translation and reading thread that now. This should be a place for our own creations.
Page: 47
Title: Sweet Old Memories
Written for: the End of the Prologue
Author: Group Poem by me (AKA Nimphy), ThisCat and Riorlyne
Notes: I've taken the liberty of rearranging Riorlyne's two different poems, because her first poem's last line is so hauntingly beautiful that I feel it should close this poem.
Sweet old memories
of days long past,
when we ran on grassy fields
of a world so vast,
We laughed and smiled and watched
the clock ticking fast,
we would have never thinked
those days would've been our last.
And now we cry and wail,
we all have glassy eyes,
eyes with no expression
that remember those skies,
when there was no fence,
the air wasn't tense,
we would have never thought
of having these eyes.
My sweet lost memories
of days long past,
I would have never thought
those would have been my last,
I would have never known
I would be now alone,
with everyone about to leave,
everyone on death's eve.
My long lost memories
I almost forget,
of days with no threat,
of days with no threat.
We frail human beings,
on the verge of death,
begging it not to come,
begging it to wait.
Old forgotten memories
I no longer remeber,
of days when there was a community
of which to be member.
I am now alone,
nothing more that skin and bone,
waiting for memories to fade
and death to come.
Those were such happy, careless days
we went about our whimsy ways
we thought the world would only pause
we thought for worry there's no cause.
Oh, how wrong we were
oh, how we were mistaken.
Rain and rash would rush away
here for now, gone next day
we knew from every winter past
bad weather goes, it'll never last.
Oh, how wrong we were
oh, how we were mistaken.
One day of sickness turned to ten
tomorrow raining once again
our once high hopes were turning low
as rain phased into ash-like snow.
Oh, how wrong we were
oh, how we were mistaken.
In time we started building walls
to keep us from valhalla's halls
now picture books are all we've got
before the next good lucky shot.
Oh, how small we are
oh, how we are nostalgic.
When windows opened to the breeze
No danger lurked between the trees
Our dog could safely run across the hill
When Esko's news would make us smile
And Iceland was an open isle
This shooting was a rare, unneeded skill...
When no-one wore a safety mask,
Our shopping was an easy task;
At every streetside corner stood a friend.
When fences were not built so high,
Against the evil prowling by,
We lived in peace I never dreamed could end...
This happiness was yesterday,
But yesterday’s a banished place
And leaves us here, with stinging hearts,
A barren, broken life to face...
All this belongs to yesterday,
But yesterday's forever gone;
And no-one knew that what we had
Would vanish--like the stars at dawn...
Post by: Cheesecake on September 01, 2014, 05:37:28 PM
by Cheesecake
Page: 169
Sung to the tune of "The Wonderful thing about Tiggers"
The wonderful things about trollsies
Is trollsies are terrible things
Their bodies are twisted and bony
and a wave of terror they bring
They're icky, icky, oh so squicky
Gun, gun, gun, gun, GUN!
But the most wonderful thing about trollsies
Is I'm not the only one!
No, I'm NOOOT the only one!
SKREEEAH!
Post by: ThisCat on September 01, 2014, 05:40:51 PM
Ahem...Thank you Nimphy, but you broke another of the rules while posting that :/
Oh, well. Here's a poem from page 25:
There is rain over Norway and Finland
And the borders of Iceland are barred
The rash has swift spread
All itchy and red
And escaping contagion grows hard
The ferry from Denmark has halted
Its passengers’ spirits fall flat
They hopelessly ponder
The cause of disaster
But what is the answer?
The cat.
Don’t listen when softly he’s purring
His comforting mrrrows may deceive
He looks far too sweet
With his cute little feet—
But that’s what he’d have you believe
Don’t look at his innocent whiskers!
Don’t think that he’s tranquil and fat
For he travels by boat
With a hiss in his throat
Heed warning, take note:
It’s the cat.
The road is destroyed? He’s behind it.
Your grandmother’s frail? He’s to blame.
If you're fired, and your boss
Is evil and cross
Now you know whom exactly to frame.
Provisions grow scarce? He designed it.
Your pizza gets pinched? He planned that.
Uncertainty brews
And the folks on the news
Are caught in a face-slapping spat--
The rash strikes your friend--
The world nears its end--
For your fate he has penned--
It’s the cat .
- by Riorlyne
And now a few from page 46
It’s going to be okay,
Okay?
You just can’t stop believing;
That is why we’re leaving,
Braving the ice and snow.
We’re on this road today,
A place of safety finding,
Our tracks behind us winding;
We’ll be all right, you know.
Curb the flow of needless travel;
Quarantine to save the rest.
What we have made must not unravel—
Surely it will stand this test?
It’s just another illness—
Illness we can best.
It’s going to be okay,
Okay?
This all can’t last forever.
There’s folks back there, they’re clever—
They’ll figure something out.
Let’s drive this night away—
What lies behind, forget it.
What looms ahead, just let it—
Don’t plague yourself with doubt.
All around us, sick and dying,
Nothing works that we have done.
What is then the use of trying,
Checking rash’s onward run,
To end this sudden horror?
It’s only just begun.
We're going to be okay,
Okay?
I need to know you’re coping;
Your smile keeps me hoping
There’s life beyond this fear.
It’s not so awful, hey?
We’ll beat the wave and weather,
As long as we’re together—
Survive in safety here.
Okay?
It’s going to be okay.
- by Riorlyne
The weather is unsettling
like the evening's dusky light.
We're hoping for a clear, bright moon
we're running off tonight.
We're hiding, sailing, driving from
this horrifying blight.
But we know that the cat is here
so we'll be alright.
- by me :) (ThisCat)
Just how we have escaped this
I do not understand--
So many left behind us to fate have fallen hard.
The cat curled up beside me
Rubs nose against my hand.
But could it be? I wonder--a furry feline guard?
- by Riorlyne again
Edit: removed duplicate poem
Post by: ThisCat on September 01, 2014, 06:35:11 PM
All on a lonesome Island
where vikings still do dwell
the fear of rash and illness
once more began to swell
The Vikings surged to sea
Icelanders rose to fore
and went onboard aplenty
to guard the homeland shore
While many months had passed
now with a gentle wee "bip"
the tension once more surged aloft
on the coast guard's great ship
What lurks on deep dark waters?
What waits for them to find?
Are answers coming closer?
Or must we remain in the blind?
- by lykkefanten
There used to be mighty folk who fought with spear and sword
Their pride and strength were spoken of by lady and by lord.
Their people rose and fell again though still are stories told
of those who now have faded out to fit the worlds new mold
Among the new machinery and all the plastic bling
the warriors hide deep inside and very slowly sing.
In this world of motors and of peace they're rarely needed
but never gone, just hiding until once the need is seeded
And once the danger comes and all their children have to fight
they come as slowly and as quick as those dark shadows in the night
The folk who once were hiding in the hearts of decent men
they're waking up and coming out into the light again.
- by me (ThisCat)
Our ancestors' spirit is inherited by us,
we are as strong as every one of them was,
proud warriors by day, then drunkards by night,
though never refusing a glorious fight.
Tales were told and told will be,
of warriors travelling in sea,
though then for glory, now for life,
of both parts the endless strife.
And of both the heroic fight,
though then with courage, now with fright,
against the uknown world so vast
to satisfy our wanderlust.
And when our coasts are safe again
and our fights won't have been in vain,
we'll drink and dance and celebrate
until our breaths deadly smell emanate,
we'll drink and dance like our ancestors did
when the world will no longer be forbid'.
- by Nimphy
(in reply to someone wondering if they should write a poem)
We welcome you with open hands,
So have no fear to join our ranks,
For poetry is met with thanks,
As any of us understands.
The writing need not be sublime
—Forsooth, our guild is built for fun,
To poems bring to everyone—
So try your hand at worded rhyme:
We hope to see you soon sometime! :)
- by Riorlyne
(in reply to someone saying he could write poetry about a steak, and swearing)
Ode to steak
Let's hear it for protein sweetly
Let's rejoice in the glory of steak
for once and for all
let's go to the Mall
and stock up on the treats so meaty
Oh rare or medium juicy
the sight of steak fill me with joy
the word umami
doth fill me with glee
and my stomac starts singing profusely
Delicious sweet beef oh so tender
the strings of your fibres so fine
excuse my word ****!
without steak I am stuck
so I'll always be beefs best defender
- by lykkefanten
Post by: ThisCat on September 01, 2014, 06:49:15 PM
Based on the Fairies by William Allingham:
In the lonely forests,
On the billowed seas,
We daren't go back home now,
For fear of this disease;
Strange germs, bad germs,
Feeling not too clever,
Green mucus, red rash,
Fall down together!
Down upon the rocky shore,
Aksel's on the phone,
Ringing up his grandma,
In her flat, alone,
For to persuade her,
A rough trip to take,
Tossed about on Gunnar's boat,
All night awake.
Crying on the ferry,
The stout man sits,
He is now so unemployed,
He's nigh lost his wits.
With the bridge closure missed,
To Bornholm he crosses,
On a one-way journey,
While mourning his losses.
The boat-clan out on Saimaa,
Their cold store's all right,
They'll sup well on pizza,
'Neath the gay Redtails' Lights.
Stig stole a newspaper,
But not for very long,
Then when he came to open it,
All the news was gone!
They are not going back,
Not tonight or tomorrow,
Though his parents might object,
Causing them much sorrow.
They have kept them ever since,
In their cabin near a lake,
With their windows sealed up tight,
No risks will they take.
On the stony hillside,
Through the mosses bare,
Folk have planted fences,
To keep the plague out there.
If anything infected,
To force an entry tries,
It will get a shotgun slug,
Right between the eyes!
In the lonely forests,
On the billowed seas,
We daren't go back home now,
For fear of this disease;
Strange germs, bad germs,
Feeling not too clever,
Green mucus, red rash,
Fall down together!
- by Greenwood Goat
Our boat floating under the starry cloudy sky,
the horizon stretching as far as can see our eye,
we sit on our chairs, watching electronic screens,
and discuss of our responsibilities as marines.
An unidentified vessel drifts in the sea,
will we capture them, will we let them free?
That is certainly not a whale (again)
but a boat of survivors, maybe in pain?
Will we save them from their long exile?
Or will we blast them off with a missile?
The answer, my friend, will have to wait
until tomorrow's page... oh, thursday's. Great -.-
- by Nimphy
'Twas no whale the radar saw
'Twas no whale the horizon revealed
Emerging from night's starlit maw
'Twas a ship hitherto concealed
The dangers that await
Only shall be revealed by the pages of fate
- by Terra Wolfe
Post by: Nimphy on September 02, 2014, 01:56:45 AM
Thank you Nimphy, but you broke another of the rules while posting that :/
Page 47
It's the end, it's the end,
our lifes we defend,
with guns and fists
and cats to assist.
We'll die, won't we?
No we won't, you'll see,
we'll fight for our lives
with swords and knives,
until evil is gone
and no harm is done.
It's the end, it's the end,
to the dying we tend,
we see them pass away,
why not us, why they?
We're going to live,
we'll have to believe,
we'll have to survive
and be alive in the end,
because we're here,
we're not dead,
yes, we're hanging from a thread,
but we'll have to live,
we'll have to believe,
'cause you know, my friend,
this is not the end.
-by Nimphy
Argh, sorry! I'm deleting it now.
Also, I've already posted This is not the End... wouldn't it be better if the poems were posted only once?
Another question: When we write group poems, such as the one on page 48, or Sweet Old Memories, should they be posted as a single poem or separate ones?
Page: 55
Title: Forget the world
Author: Me (AKA Nimphy)
Forget about the world outside, my dear,
the rash that infects, the people so mean,
our little world here is all you need,
so forget about the world outside, my dear.
Forget about the world outside, my dear,
the illness that spreads, living in fear,
the world is large, even though so near,
you would get forever lost in it, my dear.
Forget about the world outside, my dear,
the reality isn't yet to you clear,
you'd get hurt outside, of pain you would scream,
you don't have to hurt yourself, my dear.
Forget about the world outside, my dear,
its evil is utmost, its terror sheer,
you couldn't know how it gets worse, my dear,
year after year, year after year...
Forget about the world outside my dear,
I'll protect you from truth, won't let it be clear,
I won't let you experience the feeling of fear
until all will be well again, my dear.
Someday all will be well again, my dear,
then all will be to you clear,
the monsters outside, how horrible they appear,
you won't face it yourself, my dear
Hush, my dear, don't cry now,
the world is vast, you don't know how
it would erase from your face the cheer
Look at the beautiful starry sky, my dear,
its light so bright, its color so clear,
the Redtail is painting, somewhere near,
do you really want to lose all this, my dear?
Hush, my baby, sleep my dear,
your heart is still pure, your soul sincere,
I couldn't stand to see a tear
rolling down that face of yours, my dear
Look at our little home, my dear,
you go out fishing, you hunt for deer,
watch the sheeps grow year by year,
it's a good life, the one here.
I'll protect you from danger, my dear
my child, you won't know of horrors so sheer,
so sleep in peace, but open your ear,
father knows best, we're good right now, my dear.
Page: 55
Title: Árni knows best
Author: Group poem by TBA and Riorlyne
Written as a parody homage of 'Mother knows best'
Arni knows best, take it from me.
The rash can't reach us here across the sea.
Arni knows best, keep a cat around.
If you don't, monsters will have you bound.
Árni knows best, listen to your father:
It’s an apocalypse out there.
Árni knows best, one way or another,
Something could go wrong, I swear!
Fever from the bogs,
Evil cats, landslides,
Neverending rain—
The rash, oh yes!
Also dead dogs,
Guns along the ships’ sides—
Stop!
No more—rememb’ring hurts me. . .
Daddy’s right here, you know I will protect you,
So always do as I request—
We’ve a nice land,
Stay in Iceland.
Árni knows best!
Page: 55
Title: ???
Author: TerraWolfe (AKA Dingo)
Within the gaze of glittering stars
We sit upon the last refuge,
Guarded by the sea
From terrors too great to imagine.
Sleep my child, rest my dear--
Don't believe in the world beyond the waves,
Don't listen to what the others say...
Stay my child, be safe my dear--
Within our rocky shores,
We cannot be harmed, we cannot be harmed...
Within the gleam of glittering stars
Do we lay upon the last refuge,
In a world forsaken
To horrors unspeakable.
Post by: Nimphy on September 02, 2014, 03:14:40 AM
Title: Dong dong says the clock
Author: Me (AKA Nimphy)
Dong, dong, says the grandfather clock,
the doom has come upon this lot,
but tremble in fear, cower in terror,
look at our horrible, unforgivable error!
A deep, ugly hole,
evident as it can be!
A point not colored coal,
grandpa, please, forgive me...
Cover it with ink,
faster than a blink!
Down with shame you go:
your skin you dared to show!
Page: 57
Title: The Nervous Quartet Waiting
Author: Mikko (AKA Incanus)
Other links: https://m.soundcloud.com/jessica-shanks/the-nervous-quartet-waiting - Music by Jessica Shanks (AKA Audacity)
In cozy little waiting room,
there wafts a sense of dreadful gloom,
pronounced will be a certain doom,
for nervous quartet waiting.
The pairs with glasses all a-blink,
there feverishly now they think,
how mend the pants with darkest ink,
this nervous quartet waiting.
The hole in pants they cannot seal,
the couples desperation feel,
and then begins the clock to peal,
for nervous quartet waiting.
What will the judgement for them be,
shall they be caught, perhaps set free,
tomorrow we will all this see,
the fate of quartet waiting.
Page: 58
Title: I See!
Author: Me, AKA Nimphy
I see London, I see France,
I see holes drawn out in pants.
I see Finland, I see Norway,
I see people on the doorway,
I see young and I see old,
people of which I've been told,
I see ones without appointment,
that are such a great annoyment!
I see seagulls, I see cats,
I see people with weird hats,
All those people may say "yay!"
I see them, 'ts their lucky day!
Page: 59
Title: ???
Author: Me, AKA Nimphy
A research mission we'll conduct,
those ancient stories we'll deduct,
or wait - abduct? Maybe induct?
Oh, whatever, we'll just "duct".
Maybe Scout-boy we will hire,
then a Blond to light a fire,
Redhead Captain to inspire,
Medic-Guy with his great ire.
Engineer-girl to repair,
and a Braidy for his hair.
Wait a minute, you're aware
we need money to go there?
Which after the information were given becomes:
A research mission we'll conduct,
those ancient stories we'll deduct,
or wait - abduct? Maybe induct?
Oh, whatever, we'll just "duct".
Maybe Lalli we will hire,
then Emil to light a fire,
Captain Eide to inspire,
Madsen "Mikk" with his great ire.
Dear Tuuri to repair,
and a Braidy for his hair.
Wait a minute, you're aware
we need money to go there?
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 04:22:57 AM
Argh, sorry! I'm deleting it now.
Also, I've already posted This is not the End... wouldn't it be better if the poems were posted only once?
Another question: When we write group poems, such as the one on page 48, or Sweet Old Memories, should they be posted as a single poem or separate ones?
I think group poems could be written either way, as long as all the authors get credit.
Page 51
Hey, captain, my captain,
what did we do, what did we do?
We fired at innocents,
erased them from Earth,
what did we do?
Hey captain, my captain,
why did we fire, why did we fire?
They were waving at us,
full of joy and hope,
why did we fire?
Hey captain, my captain,
where are they now, where are they now?
They are not in sight anymore,
where are they now?
Hey captain, my captain,
what are we now, what are we now?
Killing cold-bloodedly,
hitting blindly,
what are we now?
Hey captain, my captain,
look at our eyes, look at our eyes!
They're eyes of assassins,
what have we done?
- by Nimphy
On the Sea of Night
The ship upon the twilit rim
of world, like dream about it weaving
the nightly waves, breeze gentle dim,
its sails in dead calm heaving.
Where destination doth its lay,
where port, its havens lying,
does keel so keen still know its way,
do sails and pennants flying?
The winds had gone to find their rest,
no more did proud masts hold them high
the sails, white sails with shining crest,
that billowing once touched the sky.
The voyage in the world of night
is cloaked in black and deepest shade,
still dome of sky with stars burns bright,
by universe these lanterns made.
The captain standing on the bow
now offers prayers to the skies,
and solemnly serve will avow
to god who saves his ship, his prize.
In upper airs the clouds they race,
upon the rim of twilight roaming,
the Moon reveals her comely face,
she silver shines in gloaming.
Prayers she hears upon the sky,
she harks the captain calling,
thus maiden of the Moon will try
to save the brave from falling.
When ship she sees in seas of night,
on outer waters stranded, still,
she gathers all her glowing might
and winds she calls to do her will.
She sings of east wind, bold and fierce,
the western wind with gentlest voice,
of north wind’s howls that chill and pierce,
of southern wind, its joyous noise.
And winds they came and whirled around,
the vessel’s brow, sails purest white,
by will of goddess there were bound,
and carried ship through seas of night.
By maiden’s might, Moon’s silver grace,
the ship from calm and stillness freed,
sailed through the night’s dark boundless space,
to find the morn at breathless speed.
Forever after captain gazed
in awe the fair face of the Moon,
her fleeting silver phantom chased
across the seas to keep her boon.
And unto her Moon called him high,
at last fulfilled was captain’s quest,
he sailed with her upon the sky,
in her fair bosom found his rest.
- by Mikko Ojala
Here we stand,
Doing our duty,
Becoming monsters.
Against the pestilense,
The horrors of a mad world,
Monsters standing guard.
Guardians
Risking life
Within cold mists.
Lighting the mists,
Bringing fire to threats,
Becoming monsters.
- by Robert
Boom and boom the echoe sounds
doom and doom it brings around
blink blink the radar pings
think think it rings
think of those beneath the waves
Boom and boom the pinging stops
the man cries all clear
quiet falls and spirits drop
voices hushed from fear
Return return the captain calls
return to your patrol
think of your sons and daughters
heed not the deathly toll
and think not of what lies beneath the waters
- by yump
Did ever we question the order spoken
In this world broken?
We did...but Survival
Is the harshest mistress,
Bringing with her a revival
Of deepest distress.
- by Terra Wolfe
Post by: Nimphy on September 02, 2014, 04:53:06 AM
Page: 67
Music:http://m.soundcloud.com/jessica-shanks/riolynes-cats
Author: Riorlyne
A watching cat, a guarding cat:
High on an icy hillside he
Watches the flock as the sun descends,
Warm in the wool of his fleecy friends;
A poised and peaceful shepherd’s cat,
By master’s side as the evening ends
A fishing cat, a fighting cat,
Unfazed by the monsters of the sea,
Scampers swift to the trolls ahead;
Claws and yowls until all have fled;
A bright and daring seaman’s cat,
Proudly leaves the enemy—dead.
A bookish cat, a reading cat,
Curled up to rest on a scavenged map,
Studies the legends by candlelight;
Seeks to know better the crippling blight;
A wise and pensive scholar’s cat,
Through dusty pages, spends the night.
A hunting cat, a tracking cat,
Scouts the valley through smoke-safe mask,
With a sniff-sharp nose and a-glinting eyes
To lead them on under star-dark skies;
A strong and steady fireman’s cat,
Burning the lands where the sickness lies.
A wand’ring cat, a seeing cat,
Shadowing master’s quiet tread:
Through forests dark they wend their way;
The spirits hark, and then obey;
A meek, mysterious mage’s cat,
With ink-black coat and powers fey.
Another cat, a different cat,
Fond of a Christmas gingersnap:
With stripedy tail all swirled in snow,
He hides in winter’s icy blow.
A cute and cheeky heroes’ cat:
Just who he is—we do not know.
Page: 68
Title: Devils and sluglike creatures
Author: ThisCat
Link to music: http://m.soundcloud.com/jessica-shanks/dungeons-and-slimy-creatures
Demons, devils drawing closer
drooling in the dead of night
Dancing darkness suffocating
dreading deities and daylight
Dragging dead things home for dinner
if you can choose death you might
Seeping slimy sluglike creatures
slithering with no good will
Snow or seaway is no matter
dread surrender, hope to kill
Seek salvation in the sacred
staying silent, standing still
Page: 68
Title: Stand Still
Link to music: http://m.soundcloud.com/jessica-shanks/nimphys-stay-silent
Author: Me (AKA Nimphy)
Still...
Just stand still...
Stand still, stay silent, dear.
Hush,
not a word,
and it will disappear.
Now,
have no fear,
I'm here with you my dear
Shush, do not breathe,
shush, do not breathe,
it's watching near,
it's watching near!
Still...
Just stand still...
Stand still, stay silent, dear.
Hush,
not a word,
and it will disappear.
Now,
have no fear,
I'm here with you my dear...
You cannot run,
you cannot hide,
you just abide,
by the rules of fear.
Shush do not breathe,
shush do not breathe,
it's watching near,
it's watching near!
Still...
Just stand still...
Stand still, stay silent, dear...
Page: 65
Link to music: http://m.soundcloud.com/jessica-shanks/nimphy-sad-song
Title: ???
Author: Me (AKA Nimphy)
The wind bellows through the rocky cliffs,
and we're stumbling across the snow,
deciphring ancients mysteries,
staring at these long lost words...
The snow blows, it hits our eyes,
as they wander in grey skies,
we must advance
not miss this chance,
ignore our pain, ignore our cries.
Eyes are shadowed in mystery,
looking at lost history,
and we still stumble yet forward,
wind still gushing
in our memories.
Yet one hallow call, a lost plea,
some lost soul who has the key
to the ancient mystery
that we must solve...
that we must solve...
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 05:00:50 AM
Title: Devils and sluglike creatures
Author: ThisCat
Link to music: http://m.soundcloud.com/jessica-shanks/dungeons-and-slimy-creatures
Someone put my poem to music? :D
Page 55
Inspired by and modeled after the Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
I was thinking of putting it in the aRTD poem thread as well?
Once upon a net-surf session, as I clicked without discretion
clicked through every link and banner looking for a comic score.
As I searched, my eyes a scanner, suddenly I saw a banner
illustrated in a manner unlike all I'd seen before.
"It's just the picture," I was thinking "no story can so highly soar.
Only this and nothing more."
Oh, how I was lost for ages reading all the pretty pages
watching as the hero rages when he sees there's yet a chore.
And I thought that such a treasure must be updated at leisure?
But I saw to no disleasure every day there's even more.
Quality for awe and peace and almost every day there's more.
Such skill I never could ignore.
And down below the picture-story, bright in comment-section glory
there were nice and pretty people dancing on the comment floor.
I read and saw, to my delight, for pages, not a troll in sight.
The demons of the anon-blight had never found this door.
This place of fun and stories had on bad words closed it's door.
So kind and fun for evermore.
As the tale approached it's ending, to my sorrow I was tending
with the thought that She was sending us right to the next calm shore.
For the tale I'd grown to love was just another seed to sow
for even greater tales to grow, so She'd be better than before.
"Just impossible," you say "that She'll be better than before"
And She will prove you wrong once more.
- by me (ThisCat)
“We must keep out the rash and keep our country safe,” they said,
And I agreed and joined the guard, a monster soon to fight.
News of boaters reached us; they the deadly plague would spread,
So quickly sped we through the tranquil waters of the night.
But I didn’t know the rash would have
A name, a face, a voice:
The blast that shattered wood and glass
Would shatter someone’s dreams.
And standing here, I start to think
I made a dreadful choice;
But over wind and wave and fire
I cannot hear their screams.
The days roll on, all seem the same, the ocean rimming ‘round;
We search another boat on the horizon, cold and blue.
The radar speaks, I give the word, our target has been found;
And then the slow advance upon that small, infected crew.
But I didn’t know they’d come to us
In hopes that we would save,
And now their waving hands are pulled down
By the waving seas.
And suddenly I know I can’t—
I can’t—I can’t—
. . . . . .
I have to get away from all of this:
I have to leave.
The horror of this life corrodes the corners of my sleep,
I'll surely fall apart if I remain a minute more.
I’ll leave for land and raise a family, raise a flock of sheep—
But I cannot tell my children of what lies beyond their shore.
They’ll never know the world outside,
The nightmare left behind.
I have to keep them from this
Soul-destroying pain.
What I have seen, and what I’ve done
They never need to find;
Then maybe they’ll be safe until
The world is right again.
- by Riorlyne
And Darkness will not endure
As we are in hemmed, walled up,
by oncoming of the night and dark
I keep my vow and faith,
this I believe in my very soul,
the darkness will not endure.
Though it might be strong,
vile and full of tragedy,
peerless sorrows sow in its wake,
I take comfort in this thought,
the darkness will not endure.
Even when it closes around on silent wings,
our isles of humanity will go on,
weather winds, storms, calamities,
and still the spirit whispers,
the darkness will not endure.
Where there is life, we hope,
evils how mighty they might be,
by grace of our indomitable fire,
before our life’s burning ember
the darkness will not endure.
Hope keeps the dark at bay,
faith and love they call us
forever to battle the oncoming tide,
we go forth souls with white light shining,
and darkness will not endure.
Life’s last breath until is extinguished,
we will obstinate run, walk, crawl,
to grasp that will-o-wisp, that lantern, hope,
for therein, our children, lies our immortality,
and darkness will not endure.
- by Mikko Ojala
Page 58
Disease, it spread
And knocked out
A good portion of the population
(We think; it's hard to tell you see)
Years passed
And life went on--
Life went on...
Loose cobblestones
Making old folk angry,
Here in a world rocked
By cataclysm--
Proof that life just goes on
And on and on...
-by Terra Wolfe
Post by: Nimphy on September 02, 2014, 05:23:44 AM
Someone put my poem to music? :D
Page 55
Inspired by and modeled after the Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
I was thinking of putting it in the aRTD poem thread as well?
You didn't know it? That's one of my favoritest songs out of all the bunch!
And yes, I think that should also go in the aRTD poetry section.
Page: 68
Title: ???
Author: Aprillen (AKA Therru)
Broken twig -- could be a deer?
Show no panic, show no fear!
Something moving up ahead?
Show no terror, show no dread!
Rustling leaves off to the side?
Do not run and do not hide!
Hold your tongue and hold your breath,
Stay as still as if in death!
If you do not flee or cry,
Danger might just pass you by.
Page: 68
Title: ???
Author: Sir.Orc
And if upon your path
such misfortune stray
be it troll, beast, or giant
stand still! stay silent
it might just go away
Page: 68
Title: ???
Author: Sir.Orc
Beware the plagues of itching death
Fear the trolls with bated breath
Beware the beast! beware the giant!
Oh you fool!
Stand still!
Stay silent!
Stand still! stay silent!
Page: 68
Title: ???
Author: Jasmine
A rustle in the fallen leaves,
A whisper through the gnarled trees,
The faint breeze whistles a tune of death,
For it awaits your final breath,
Careful child, you mustn’t flee,
The beast will find you, wait and see,
A screech so shrill, a fate so violent,
You must stand still, you must stay silent,
To see the light of day
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 11:11:22 AM
Out we go, we go
for we feel we must know
we must let our records grow.
Out we go, we go
towards no world we know
to see whatever got it so low
Out we go, we go
new knowledge's seeds to sow
we need more money though?
- by me (ThisCat)
Page 60
"Good heavens NO!", the quartet cried,
involvement all in quest denied,
though goodly sum to them was paid,
the four at once excuses made:
They were too old, would surely die,
had little children, they would cry!
Was bravery now witnessed here,
with courage did they challenge face?
No! Cowardice was shown and fear,
this yellow livered troupe's disgrace!
Can they redeem their quaking heart,
will they succeed in noble deed?
They'd better if the quartet's smart,
or to the wolves we cowards feed!
- by Mikko Ojala
To the wolves we cowards feed,
even if they should us plead,
risk their life or get it taken,
put it at danger or have it forsaken!
They tremble and cry and wail,
because they're all so frail,
between their legs they tuck their tail,
all good intentions of no avail.
But fear not, our heroes will
come to us and monsters kill,
take the place of cowards here
be her eyes and be his ear!
- by Nimphy
Page 61
Hi-ho, hi-ho,
to file complaint we go!
Oh hell, oh well,
this reckless youth we'll tell!
Ah shame, no fun,
in circles we get run!
- by JoB
Oh well, oh hell,
that lady we'll tell
the cobblestone is loose,
it's dangerous to dwell!
Oh, go figure,
this lady won't talk,
these youngsters these days,
their head is hard like chalk!
Oh god, oh god,
how scary is she,
she suddeny got angry,
we ran off on a spree!
Oh darling, oh dear
See that young lad there?
Maybe he's civilized,
maybe he'll take care!
- by Nimphy
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 11:55:05 AM
The deadly glare
The silent dare:
"Take it or leave it
But don't have a fit.
This is all the money you're getting,
Now off, shoo-shoo--
This is your problem for fretting,
Mine is now through."
- by Terra Wolfe
Are they cousins, are they not,
did they just meet on the spot?
Is he a Reynisson, is she an Eide,
maybe one has its hair red-dyed?
Are they even related at all?
is their knowledge of each other small?
Meh, I dont know what to say,
is he a "desperate to get away
from sheep" stowaway?
- by Nimphy
Page 62
Cut the budget, cut it down!
Says the lady with no frown,
we don't need no food or cat,
here and there - just trim some fat!
Night-scout, day-scout all in one,
the map reader, too, is gone,
things to move there are a ton,
things to leave of course are none!
What else can we just erase?
Transport, food, a stable base?
Hunting sure they won't mind,
of course animals they'll find!
Now let's see what we have left,
erase that one, won't it be best?
I'm pretty sure they'll cope with us,
after all they WILL be dressed!
- by Nimphy
our budget is small
things are at a crawl
they have to find a way to get things down
or this expedition will never get out of town
getting rid of this and that
cutting out all the brick and brack
trimming out all the fat
even getting rid of the cat
gotten rid of so much stuff
even stuff they need
getting rid of all the fluff
as there sitting down to tea
they've cut it down and made it fit budget
its almost certain they will die
it well be a miracle if they come back alive
if they come back at all
- by yump
Page 65
And here we travel
Cold and wet through the winter--
Hardships pursue us.
- by Terra Wolfe
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 12:12:28 PM
Raise your glasses
cheers, cheers,
to our bravery!
Drink them quickly,
skål, skål,
we're revolutionary!
We're celebrating,
kippis, kippis,
our great courage with
Liquid gold,
cin-cin, cin-cin,
We will be a myth!
- by Nimphy
(for the page)
Raise your glasses, raise your voices,
Raises your hopes, and raise a toast--
We'll pull back the veils of the unknown!
Funds and money cuts,
But just this once we'll have some juice--
Let's have a drink to ourselves!
Idiots and weirdos we must hire,
But that's okay, we'll guide them--
And pull back the veil of the unknown!
(for the fans)
Raise your mouses, raise your keyboards,
Raises your hopes, and raise a toast--
The map is coming soon!
(And the first chapter!).
The prologue in nearly done,
But just this once we'll celebrate--
Let's have a toast to ourselves!
(Actually we celebrate all the time).
Idiots and weirdos fill the cast,
But that's okay, we still love them--
Let's have a cheer for the characters!
(And the author).
- by Terra Wolfe
Oh, dear God. I'm getting into pages with 300+ comments now.
Page 67
Truly the Gods of North ensured our survival,
while others suffered a fate far worse than death,
and now our society is going through a revival
of ancient traditions we learned to accept.
Icelanders, so great, were all of them spared,
by will of the Gods, who safe them declared,
their knowledge is great, they are so advanced,
and rejection of history their faith much enhanced.
Norwegians so brave, seafarers so proud,
to monsters and giants they never once bowed.
Proud warriors are they, and company sweet,
at our great table they'll always have a seat.
The Danes of old lore and misfortune so great,
always refused to accept their sealed fate.
Their homeland they dream, the world they would fight,
warriors so stubborn, yet people so bright.
Them Swedes with their fire, the weapons in hand,
fight with courage to cleanse the banned land.
The Gods they refuse, and why shouldn't they?
Such a thriving culture was never seen in our day!
And last with their culture, al least in our ages,
are primitive Finns, with their many mages.
They talk nonsense words, and aren't too bright,
but never do underestimate their might!
And please don't forget the great sacred Cats,
they keep away rash, they kill all the rats.
Though mysterious are they, we need them for sure
without their presence only dangers we'd lure!
- by Nimphy
Once upon a time
the only thing that we would trust
was the computers and the chime
of neon-lights and wanderlust
The gods were old
all but forgotten
hearts were cold
and faith was rotten
The only thing to lead us back
and show us all that we had lost
to help us get right back on track
the fire burned at every post
the past is gone
we just don't care
we all live on
the future's here
we fight to live
and fight again
and life will give
it leads my pen
I write it for the young ones
every generation reads
about the magic of the long-gones
and all our gods (exept the swedes)
- by me (This Cat)
Sit down, young one, and listen up!
Here, have some beer
(Not the bottle! Take a cup!)
You know of ancient gods,
who once dwelled on Asgard,
of humans and their world,
the old home of Midgard,
of giants so might and gnomes that disappear,
but did you know they're all still here?
Fight, young one, with spear and sword!
Fight on the mountain, the sea and the fjord!
Your life is on the line, don't let it down!
Fight for your life, or for the renown!
Remember, young one, your ancestors proud
they never hided, they never cowed.
Listen, young one, and never forget,
these are certainly not days with no threat!
- by Nimphy
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 12:45:44 PM
If you go to far north, west, south or east
There is a great chance that you will come across a Beast
Do not run away, do not make a sound
Because the Beasts, they hear everything, and you will be found
Stand still, stay silent, hide and pray
Then it might go away, it *might* go away...
- by Ffaunax
The broken monster
Its limbs of twisted branches
Mad screaming within
Do you wish for death?
It will grant that should it see
Stand still, stay silent.
- by Michael
Lost was the girl in the forest,
looking for mushrooms was she.
Woods' delights she stops harvesting
Her body now wants to flee.
Maybe noticed the cat's fear...
Maybe did rustle that tree?
Maybe at it hissed the cat?
Who might this strange, new friend be?
Don't even dare to run, dear.
And this is no friend, you see.
Now you hide, you keep silent,
the nightmare has come to be.
It's crawling, the scythe clawed anguish.
I't's crawling, just behind me!
And the gaunt was marching, marching.
And now she will scream, she'll scream!
Now you hide, you stay silent,
And stand still, for it will leave.
- Headfinder
Silent step through the shadows
Under trees the wind blows freely
Wind, it blows contrary and
Thought, I, prey was near me
Eyes are dulled, my fingers itching,
Hunger calls and I keep moving
Always seeking, always stirring
- by White Mouse
The gods had saved us from the rash
Though so steep a price we had paid
But the fog is lifting, and so with monsters we clash!
To repave the path that was laid
(Oh Let the trolls all temble
Let the giants in anger roar!
For our clever captain leads our assemble
With the help of our leaders four!
We march where springs flow and bubble
Across the mountains and shore!
Never stopping for sickness or trouble
We will stand still and silent no more!)
Many a year has passed us by
and still on this island we stay
Silent, and still, trying not to die
Enough with caution we say!
(Chorus)
So Courage lift the veil of fear!
Let us face the fate the gods have in store
But never you fret, or worry my dear!
So shall we return,
and stand still, stay silent
stand still, stay silent
stand still, stay silent no more!
- by Sir.Orc
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 12:54:47 PM
The bone-white swan with her down of death
Stalks this place. Her Beasts like broken trees,
Broken arms, they walk this place. A light,
A fire bright, it burns this place,
In the flame, the white swan driven back.
The barren hag of rag and spite with her claws of hate
Knows this place. Her Giants with their hearts
And eyes of stone, they break this place. Harsh steel,
Rung on silver bells and whetstones,
The hag was driven from her dying land.
The gods of thunder forest dark, they knew this place,
Though it was taken from their hands before.
Through stone and steel and fire bright they cast this place
To shadow before dusk will take her toll.
Six walking lands forbidden, lands forgotten,
Their wary eyes all searching, their quarry slow and seen,
The silent lands will take them in, and stillness let them through,
Standing still, staying silent, their journey bright and new.
- by Michael
Dreams of the Ancients
What had awoken from the dark bowels,
from the past ancient, myth and of legend?
Did the gods think us punish with memory,
of what once dwelt there in mind of the Mankind?
World this was shattered, like a glass bower,
fell were the winds that carried the sickness,
succumbed all nations, curse was upon them
laid and new horrors nightmarish were bred then.
Form of Man, of Beast was then twisted,
horrors bred night and day in its wake when
pestilence birthed out of the depths these
endless streams of abominations.
Chaos upon this world did descend and
fought Mankind itself and the monsters,
flames and fever both did they burn us,
barren was swept this blessed and good earth.
Life almost extinquished, barely left standing
Mankind crawled on through ashes of madness,
thus it was changed forever our Fate here,
comprehend none could why this befell us.
Slowly we marched back down to a dark age,
memories fading and all history written,
peoples forgot life former and glory
won in the golden years of the Mankind.
Turned to the past were our eyes ever eager,
searching for solace, invoked were the gods and
salvation we sought from prayers and legends,
miracles hoped all to stave off the darkness.
Dreams of the Ancients, dreams we awakened,
for in our souls we rejected the madness,
was torn to pieces our small comprehension,
fled to the past our minds from the horror.
What were then named the monsters of future?
Cursed they became as demons and giants,
trolls and as beasts mighty yet mindless,
that hunted Man, his terror and torment.
On flowed the river, the tale of years quickened,
history faded replaced was by legend,
legends in turn were by myths overtaken,
lost was so much that should not be forgotten.
Yet there is hope for the heroes of Mankind,
their quest to light the flame of the truth and
awaken the world from this age of fell dreaming,
so that our Fate might bloom in its fullness.
- by Mikko Ojala
A Lyrical Cat
A lyrical cat has a very fine nose,
for poetry, songs and even for prose,
as attentively listens to reading and song
he's occupied in this work all the day long.
He has a good eye for a beautiful rhyme,
He thinks an unfinished sentence a crime,
if symphonic work deems of especial praise,
a graceful paw waving in air he will raise.
My lyrical cat kennings loves and old names,
he meters adores and plays witty word games,
he riddles like master, he jokes like a clown,
but low brow jocundity elicits his frown.
This feline white pawed of all dancing is fond,
he menuets, quadrills performs by the pond,
with dizzying pace dances so sleek and fleet,
of cat-dom most graceful he is on his feet.
Activities all these of culture and grace,
make my cat undoubtedly prime of his race,
his work and his hobby his constant delight
continues with fervor from morning till night.
Ever-courteous love to high culture he shows,
yet after long day, and this everyone knows,
he likes nothing better than sleep in my lap
as I sing to him softly for his lullabied nap.
- by Mikko Ojala
Six in the dusk
Six in the night
Six as still as a bird in startled flight.
Six in forgotten lands
Six in a fight
Six as silent as a forest burning bright.
Six searching avidly
Six lost amid the blight
Six shall be found again
And bring with them the light.
- by Michael
Patchwork limbs and claws,
They seek whole flesh to subvert.
Frozen, we may live.
- by terrahertz
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 12:59:26 PM
When forest echoes with howls so shrill,
when monsters roam, thirst for blood and kill,
then advice give precious to you I will,
Stay silent, hide and then just stand still.
- by Mikko Ojala
Three by Michael
Don't take a step
Monsters abound
They'll hear the crunch of leaves.
Don't make make a noise
Beasts walk the woods
They'll feel your voice
On ears and skin.
You're a stranger, here.
Not your world anymore.
Go back to where you came from,
take your fire and your death.
The woods are old
They tired of you once.
They can forget you again
so long as you
Stand Still,
Stay Silent.
Still as a leaf held before the last autumn breeze.
Silent as the ice-rimed pool in winter's sudden freeze.
Safe as the snow-hare, his coat of brown now shed
Careful as an owl high who dives to claw poor hare now dead.
When you go walking down old roads
Where men have ceased to tread,
You'll come across a Beast or three
All painted blue and red.
In the shadows, looming shadows
hiding from your sight
the Trolls and Hags and Beasts all round
they come by day or night.
So how might you avoid their teeth,
their awful gnashing gnaws?
Stand Still, Stay Silent as the grave
OR
you'll meet up close their jaws.
And one by Terra Wolfe:
Hush my friend,
Don't speak--
They might hear you.
Stop my friend,
Don't move--
They might see you.
If invisible we pretend
To be to those who seek,
If quiet are we few...
We must avoid the beasts that rend,
That our survival we may prove--
If only we hide from their seeking view.
Stand still,
Stay silent.
Us they will not kill,
Our hearts shan't be rent.
Post by: Aprillen on September 02, 2014, 01:02:22 PM
Page: 141
Title: Rain
Author: Aprillen
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
ETA: Sorry, should I delete it and wait for it to appear chronologically? You seem to be doing a very good job of sweeping the comments section and posting every poem in the order they were posted.
Post by: Nimphy on September 02, 2014, 01:19:27 PM
ETA: Sorry, should I delete it and wait for it to appear chronologically? You seem to be doing a very good job of sweeping the comments section and posting every poem in the order they were posted.
It's mostly ThisCat doing the good work - but I'm sure she'd agree with me on the fact that a helping hand is always good!!
Page: 87
Title: The musings of an Icelandic mage
Author: ThisCat
One morning I was wide awake
long woken from such awful dreams
I'd dreamt about a silent lake
I'd known that nothing's as it seems
The surface broke without a sound
then pictures of my friends in pain
Our safewalls burned down to the ground
our efforts, then, were all in vain
I woke, and in the winter's dark
my clearest dream it lingered still
with trembling hands I lit a spark
A tiny flame to fight the chill.
I wrote my thoughts to calm my heart
and very soon again I knew
to tell the real and dream apart
I knew then, clearly, what to do
As morning came I warned the men
the scouts set out to find the lake
Some hours late they came again
and in a day they'd killed the drake
My gift is great, I trained it well
unpleasant though it is to hold
I know to handle every spell
and ward my loved ones from the cold
Page: 87
Title: Tale of a Finnish Mage
Author: Me (AKA Nimphy)
I woke up to sun's soft light
In my mind - still fresh it seemed
Memories of th'previous night
Tasks of beasts to be redeemed
And thus began another day,
In woods so wild, a shriek in th'air,
with not a doubt, I recite my prayer:
the Gods to guide this soul so stray
The monster shrieked once more in pain,
blindly clawing towards me,
his efforts were all in vain
as trees moved, finally free.
The snow blew violent in his eyes,
wooden claws soon mauled his skin,
as I called to the great skies,
and the clouds began to spin.
Spirits came to me in help,
loudly calling for his soul,
then the beast, with one last yelp,
fell just like a lifeless doll.
My gift is great, I trained it well,
and pleasant sure it is to hold,
I know to handle every spell
and ward my kin from beasts of old
Page: 87
Title: A Lesson for a Grandson
Author: White Mouse
Carve this Rune upon a river stone,
For Gods walk with us. We are not alone.
Keep it close to thine heart, my child
And it is 'silence' as you walk in the wild.
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 01:32:37 PM
It's mostly ThisCat doing the good work - but I'm sure she'd agree with me on the fact that a helping hand is always good!!
Yes! A helping hand or two is very much appreciated!
More page 68
Stand still--
Stay silent.
Let past
The clawing giant.
Still.
Not a blink, never dare glance around.
Silent.
Not a breath, not a step, not a sound.
Stand still-
Silent stay.
And live to see
Another day.
- by Riorlyne
Freedom for potatoes!
Join us, rise up from the mud!
Come, O earthy bulbous tubers!
Come every fry and eye and spud!
Bring your families, bring your jackets,
Rank among the unafraid;
Leave behind the kitchen-garden,
Join the 'tater escapade!
No longer will they mash and chop us,
No longer will they roast us whole;
Hark! Our forest roots do call us,
So join! And free your starchy soul!
- by Riorlyne
(I got to the end of page 68 :D )
Page 69
Smile, scout, smile! Shine like the sun!
You're going to do something that no man has ever done!
You're going to places to which in years no one has gone!
Smile, scout, smile! You're going to have fun!
- by Ffaunax
Twigs are breaking somewhere near?
Show no panic, show no fear!
Something moving up ahead?
Show no terror, show no dread!
Rustling leaves off to the side?
Do not run and do not hide!
Hold your tongue and hold your breath,
Stay as still as if in death!
If you do not flee or cry,
Danger might just pass you by.
- by Aprillen
Darling, will you hold me tight?
Stay here with me all through the night?
I'm not quite sure how long I've got,
but I'm afraid it's not a lot.
Oh, darling, stay here by my side.
My legs are bound my arms are tied.
Oh honey, darling, hold me, please!
I'm terrified, put me at ease.
The monster's tearing through my head.
Oh help me please! I'm seeing red.
Your love and life you've let me lend,
now darling, stay here till the end?
- by me (ThisCat)
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 02:09:04 PM
Three travelers bright
happy with adventure's start.
Is a train coming?
Is adventure arriving?
Will we all be great heroes?
The only requirement is
To stand still-- to stay silent.
When our adventure begins
will trouble find us, or not?
maybe we'll find it?
How on earth can we stand still,
So giddy with excitement?
We're so happy now,
our adventure will soon start,
There! Is that a train?
Adventure we've been promised,
But some do worry for us.
Shall we worry too?
For the fairy tales and trolls?
None of them are true!
They're just things we read about
In children's tales (so we hope)!
Come on, go on friend,
let's plunge into adventure,
troubles pursue us!
Trouble's better than boredom,
Better than jobs we hated!
So onward we go--
Opportunities await us!
New hopes and new dreams.
Dreams of strange things far away
Wonder's challenge and delight.
The Silent World hides
Things we cannot imagine
And can't wait to see.
Yes, those will be fairy tales
which are worth to believe in
Have you all your kit?
I'm sure there's more to think of.
Who cares? Adventure!
To speak of things to think of -
Kits we have, now where's the ride?
Here it is, the train!
Let our adventure begin
Travel the unknown!
Not much fear in the unknown
The rule: Stand Still Stay Silent.
Essentially
Four words for rule one, also
Who's going to cook?
Why, the Medic, naturally--
The funding was cut too short.
Let's hope he cooks good,
or else he will do his job:
if the food is bad.
'Less the food is really bad -
The sniper's job it is, then. ;-)
I wouldn't trust him...
Who knows how horrible he's
with edible food?
Can't be worse than the fabled
"extra crispy buns" baker
Psh, you all worry too much,
He's probably a sweetheart.
Two poets as one
Submitting the same format.
Engineer happy
Curd happens, says the former,
as the latter stays silent
And also stands still!
Be beware of them monsters,
they will eat you whole!
Trees and bushes in the woods
Murmur of sidedishes, though.
Trees, bushes or no
where we're heading monsters lurk
trolls, giants, our work
And sure our work they will be!
For we are adventurers.
"Aim high!", they told us.
What could we be aiming at
There, if not giants?
"Aim high" they said to us--well,
Gun or ambition--onward!
"Uh. Ops." said Scout-boy
I thought it was ambition,
I forgot my gun...
Curd happens, say I again
A scout needs but his eyes twain
Did I see magic
Collect below his palms once?
Some fallback he has!
Snakes of blue light they were, bright
Noituus of old legends, might
Magic! Yes indeed,
Who needs a sniper rifle,
With power so great?
Who needs it? The rest of us!
For what if he injured falls?
We have the Medic,
with his saw sharp, he will fix
Scout (or cut his hands)
Hope Medic won't get angry,
for he is... *terrifying*
*throws hands up and sighs*
An oath sworn to do no harm,
Is what binds a medic.
Normal state, in normal life.
Extremes turn people ... unbound.
- by JoB, Terra Wolfe, Nimphy, Ratshaman, Riorlyne, White Mouse, Robert Galliher, Headfinder, Annie90, pride-and-parliament and me(ThisCat)
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 02:24:08 PM
The snow is falling gently down
the lights are shining red.
You'd think it was a quiet town,
an army base instead.
Around a corner comes our scout,
not briskly nor too slow,
He walks his normal evening-route
his head is hanging low.
Not tired, walks his path with grace,
he's fed up with it all?
Soon wanted in a different place,
what's his answer to this call?
Just four things are we certain of,
he's pretty and a boy,
has scouting skill that's not far off,
s'for everyone a joy.
Alternate last half with different rythm:
He doesn't seem too tired,
maybe fed up with it all.
He is shortly to be hired,
will he take this crazy call?
Of only four things are we sure:
that he is pretty and a boy,
he knows to scout for the impure
and for the readers he's a joy.
- by me (ThisCat)
Combat-ready Expeditionary Kitty
Combat-ready expeditionary kitty
is wily and crafty, survivalist, witty,
has keen claws, teeth sharpest,
of felines he's smartest.
Through wilderness blighted,
through fen and through thicket,
hunts monsters delighted
and punishes wicked.
His nose ever twitching
taint senses and trouble
for action he's itching
so to quest on the double!
- by Mikko Ojala
Page 72
My brother is a mage
Of great knowledge and power
Be it spirits, be it wisdom, be it more
He has not left, not once before
Such a thought will make him cower
Our clever captain knows no fear
Through the silent lands she'll lead
And left behind all that we hold dear
but even she this rule must heed:
Beware the plague of itching death
Walk the lands with bated breath
If you meet a monster do not run!
Do not hide!
Or you will most surely die.
And if upon your path
Should such misfortune stray
Be it beast, be it troll, or be it giant;
Stand still! Stay silent!
It might just go away
- by Sir.Orc
I swear I just want to go,
the world I really want to know,
sail through ice and storm and snow,
this weird mission undergo!
Now, don't worry, brother dear,
I'll be fine, 'kay? Have no fear!
I'm *qualified*, have all the gear
(and can't stand another year)
(But from Onni's point of view...)
Dangers, monsters lurk in there,
you old lady shouldn't dare!
Calling on my family
you're really not playing fair!
I'd be an idiot to go,
like... suicidal, you know!
Don't get angry, Tuuri, though
I'm sure you'll beat every foe!
(Ok,ok... maybe no...)
- by Nimphy
Page 74
She left a note
Reminding him
To come and meet the boss.
About to leave is the boat,
And unprepared is this Finn...
Both actually--is the expedition a loss?
Without supplies or proper gear
Still they will go on without fear.
- by Terra Wolfe
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 02:42:49 PM
Hurry, hurry, we need go
Move it Lalli, the boat is moving
Hurry, hurry, we must be leaving
Farewell Onni, we must be going
Hurry, hurry, we need to go!
- by Sir.Orc
Page 76
Crippling fear and biting terror,
sending shivers down your spine,
run from monsters, from the horror,
maybe cry and maybe whine.
We'll be fine, 'kay? We'll be fine.
Onni, onii-san, come with us!
I... I can't, I will stay here,
The ship is setting sail and thus
see you next spring, sister dear.
I'll be fine 'kay? I'll be fine
Ready for adventure, yes?
I will try and not excess
with danger and other stuff,
but don't worry, 'kay? I'm tough!
I'll be fine 'kay? I'll be fine
- by Nimphy
Three by Mikko Ojala:
Onni to Tuuri (Safe and Sound)
An omen let your name now be,
of luck if you refuse to stay with me,
the world is full of terror, fear,
you stay, sweet sister, do you hear!
You need not see this vast old globe,
the darkness, silence covers all,
there is not light, there is no hope,
I fear for you, that you might fall.
Stay here with me, stay safe and sound,
leave foolish notions, childish dreams,
perhaps one day cure will be found,
until that safer my plan seems!
Stay! Please! I will be all alone...
Tuuri to Onni (Farewells)
Oh Onni "Luck" thy name might be,
yet by fear crippled, you're not free.
My brother dear if you could see,
what means this journey, quest, to me.
I wish to see beyond these lands,
the narrow confines of this vale,
to feel the world with mine own hands,
to see, to hear, to tell its tale!
Beloved brother let me go,
the ship awaits at berth for me,
let fate's course run, its rivers flow,
it is my time, time to be free.
Taru to Tuuri and Lalli (Scout's Honour)
You'll be just fine, just do what's told,
no need for fear, oh don't be scared,
remember vow of scouts of old,
oh have no fear, just be prepared!
"You have no arms, no bedroll, food!?
oh doesn't matter, you're all good."
At least you undertake this quest have dared,
you are quite welcome unprepared!
Oh hurry up, the boat awaits,
the boatswain all this waiting hates,
Still, you might have somewhat better fared,
if you had come, like scouts, prepared.
Post by: Nimphy on September 02, 2014, 02:53:46 PM
Darling, will you hold me tight?
Stay here with me all through the night?
I'm not quite sure how long I've got,
but I'm afraid it's not a lot.
Oh, darling, stay here by my side.
My legs are bound my arms are tied.
Oh honey, darling, hold me, please!
I'm terrified, put me at ease.
The monster's tearing through my head.
Oh help me please! I'm seeing red.
Your love and life you've let me lend,
now darling, stay here till the end?
- by me (ThisCat)
This poem is one of my absolute favorites. It's just so angsty and the rhythm is easy to catch. Kudos, kudos, lyrical kitty!
Page: 103
Title: A Wildcat's Hiss
Author: ThisCat
Deep in the norwegian woodlands
I was born a forest cat.
Forest kitten more precicely
hardly bigger than a gnat.
My first winter was a bad one
hunters couldn't find a thing
Of my litter, seven siblings
only I survived 'till spring
Oft my mother took me hunting
for the mice-that-weren't-mice
and the snakes and birds and lizards
and the non-rats filled with lice.
At this endeavour I was blessed
with badger-strenght and cunning mind.
Such skills and speed then let me early
leave my catling home behind.
My curiousity'd not killed me
by my third surviving year.
Rather I had then been granted
sharper eye and keener ear.
I had learned through harsh experience
how to keep myself alive
even when I travelled places
where the monsters seemed to thrive.
One strange day on my adventure
my ears picked up a tiny sound
from a rather tiny creature
that a bigger one had found.
Powered by my trauma-riddled
memories of starving kin
my feet then led me quicly to
the place I thought the sound had been.
I led the beast so far away
then doubled back to let it roam
I calmed the young and tiny creature,
tracked my way to lead it home.
Once there I met another cat,
an arrogant but able 'pard
It taught me all about these things
and how they needed us to guard.
I stayed with them for several weeks
before my wanderlust arose
and once again I left a place
my legs to travel by my nose.
And this is how my life is now
between the farms and cityscapes.
Now and again sneak on a ship
to go around the windblown capes.
So if you say with certain voice:
an A-grade cat is where it is,
I meaow at you with what I've got:
You'd rather have a wildcat's hiss.
Page: 103
Title: ???
Author: Me, AKA Nimphy
Golden eyes and soft black fur,
a low, majestic, regal purrrr,
the sharp, deadly claws,
the soft, furry paws,
such is one of the Blessed Felines
It hunts its prey with innate grace,
up and down - never stops its chase,
and the prey quickly dies,
and the cat eats its prize,
so hunts one of the Blessed Felines.
If you don’t want to be the next prey,
be respectful, stay away,
it’ll let you live today,
if you just obey
to the great Blessed Felines.
Page: 103
Title: Sing of the Blessed Felines
Author: Ffaunax
When all the world was dying
we survived, against all odds
we are the blessed felines
chosen by the gods
to guard this world from vile creatures
and Beasts that roam these lands
we stand together with the humans
with our blessed paws we guide their hands
with our blessed senses we help them see
the dangers that are lurking
we cannot let our attention drop
ever watching, ever working
for we, soldier cats
have been chosen for this goal:
to free these lands from darkness
to regain the world this Illness stole
Page: 103
Title: Grade A Expeditionary Kitty
Author: Mikko (AKA Incanus)
Combat-ready expeditionary kitty
is wily and crafty, survivalist, witty,
has keen claws, teeth sharpest,
of felines he's smartest.
He is highly trained,
of Grade A, educated,
status he has now gained,
by all cats celebrated!
For services rendered
was collar awarded,
world silent he entered,
there enemies thwarted.
Through wilderness blighted,
through fen and through thicket,
hunts monsters delighted
and punishes wicked.
Where ever he roams
by all trusted, respected
keeps safe hearths and homes
by his skills well-protected.
His nose ever twitching
taint senses and trouble
for action he's itching
so to quest on the double!
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 02:55:48 PM
Young Tuuri want to see
Those lands shrouded in fear
Be it good, be it bad, be it magic
She'll know! How tragic!
Just what worried her brother dear
- by Sir.Orc
Page 79
Poor Lalli it would seem
Just hasn't got a clue
Be it news, be it plans, be it given
His thoughts? Forgotten!
But he is a scout good and true...
- by Sir.Orc
I have seen the walls around me
heavy walls,
so sturdy walls
I have known the walls around me
boring walls,
like prison walls
I know they keep me safe.
I have heard the world outside them
vaster world,
so big a world
stories of a world outside them
awesome world,
an unknown world
I know it's dangerous
I have seen the great lake's monsters
scary monsters,
hungry monsters
I have seen the forest's monsters
creeping monsters,
hidden monsters
I know they'll kill me quick
I am leaving on a big boat
silent boat,
an unsafe boat
we are leaving on a big boat
exiting boat,
a leaving boat
I know it will be fun
- by me (This Cat)
Page 82
Lalli lying low
lulled by waves locomotion.
Where's the 'like' button?
- by White Mouse
Page 85
Rules.
Behave!
Or shusher cat will shush you.
Be brave!
Or trainer cat will scold you.
Silent!
And Vellamo will protect.
Stand still!
Or you'll face the wrath of medic's cat.
- by Nimphy
Post by: ThisCat on September 02, 2014, 02:58:48 PM
Page: 103
Title: A Wildcat's Hiss
Author: ThisCat
Deep in the norwegian woodlands
I was born a forest cat.
...
This is actually the short version of the poem, the long version is on deviantart.
Here you go:
Deep in the norwegian woodlands
I was born a forest cat.
Forest kitten more precicely
hardly bigger than a gnat.
My first winter was a bad one
hunters couldn't find a thing
Of my litter, seven siblings
only I survived 'till spring
Oft my mother took me hunting
for the mice-that-weren't-mice
and the snakes and birds and lizards
and the non-rats filled with lice.
At this endeavour I was blessed
with badger-strenght and cunning mind.
Such skills and speed then let me early
leave my catling home behind.
My curiousity'd not killed me
by my third surviving year.
Rather I had then been granted
sharper eye and keener ear.
I had learned through harsh experience
how to keep myself alive
even when I travelled places
where the monsters seemed to thrive.
One strange day on my adventure
my ears picked up a tiny sound
from a rather tiny creature
that a bigger one had found.
Powered by my trauma-riddled
memories of starving kin
my feet then led me quicly to
the place I thought the sound had been.
On my arrival I could see
so easily that I'd been right.
This oddly shaped and furless creature
sat right in the monster's sight.
And I could feel this towering thing
it's strength so far too much for me,
but I was faster, smart, more agile
ran around and up a tree.
It jolted in a stupid way,
surprised and mad from my attack.
It waved it's claws, but I was gone
from where I'd jumped onto it's back
I led the beast so far away
then doubled back to let it roam
I calmed the young and tiny creature,
tracked my way to lead it home.
Once there I met another cat,
an arrogant but able 'pard
It taught me all about these things
and how they needed us to guard.
I stayed with them for several weeks
before my wanderlust arose
and once again I left a place
my legs to travel by my nose.
And this is how my life is now
between the farms and cityscapes.
Now and again sneak on a ship
to go around the windblown capes.
So if you say with certain voice:
an A-grade cat is where it is,
I meaow at you with what I've got:
You'd rather have a wildcat's hiss.
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 08:55:13 AM
We're just a tiny speck of pink
In a map filled with dark red
Just a tiny speck of safety
In a silent land of dread
But Vellamo guards our waters
And we, soldiers and cats, we all
We all together guard this base
Keuruu will never fall
- by Ffaunax
Page 87
Witch from wooded wilds of Finland,
thus began to speak his spells and
sing the words great of creation
magics with his voice awaken,
mighty thus his powers put forth.
Fire flickered in the winds and
earth it trembled, waters gushed forth,
spirits summoned knelt before him,
harkened all the gods, creators.
- by Mikko Ojala (I'll put the finnish version on the non-english poetry thread.)
Page 91
The streets are quiet now
the windows dark
On sidewalks, only the echo of thousands of thundering footsteps is left
The windings of dark alleys now empty, breathe
and balconies stretch,relieved of their burden of life.
Only its memories linger
As we watch the flames free the thelephone lines into chaos
we know
after centuries
the city finally sleeps
eternal
- by me (ThisCat)
Page 98
Little Emil, full of fire
Helps cleanse the world of plagues most dire
By boat or train he'll travel far
But his people skills are still sub par
- by Sir. Orc
Fire, fire, join the choir
This the Silent World require
Cleansing by the flame
Strong young lads and brighteyed lasses
come and join the flaming masses
Silent World you claim
When you go into the landscape
Cross the border's ticker tape
Who will see you came?
Troll and Beast are roaming free
are you then prepared to see
Will you be the same?
Will you cleanse it all and burn?
or come back with what you learn? (or at all)
Is it all a game?
Though it may be an adventure
Never trust in this indenture
Please! Stand Still, Stay Silent
- by lykkefanten
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 09:42:13 AM
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
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 10:43:30 AM
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
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 03:54:48 PM
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)
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 04:37:06 PM
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
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 04:58:46 PM
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
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 06:16:08 PM
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
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 06:50:34 PM
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
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 07:55:11 PM
"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
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 08:26:13 PM
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
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 08:58:44 PM
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
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
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 09:57:20 PM
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
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 10:49:09 PM
To paraphrase G.R.R.Martin :P
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)
Post by: ThisCat on September 05, 2014, 11:45:36 PM
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)
Post by: Eich on September 06, 2014, 12:27:31 AM
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.
Post by: Sue D Nym on September 07, 2014, 11:13:30 AM
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 :D
Post by: StellersJayC on September 07, 2014, 07:56:50 PM
Clouds
The clouds are rolling in.
Obscuring from view a hint -
Or a clue!
Of what will happen next.
Post by: Nimphy on September 09, 2014, 05:55:44 AM
Author: Sir.Orc
The beasts retain their form
And prowl within the cold
So beware them in the storm
For the cover makes them bold
The trolls hide if they can
Safe from the cold and light
Things that once were man
Waiting for a bite
The giants are unique
Rare and terrible to see
For prey they spread and seek
And all things from them flee
Post by: ThisCat on September 09, 2014, 04:30:00 PM
The stay-puft mallow-man
A towering menace looms
He tried to think of a harmless thing
But he may have sealed their doom
Should we just try to get him laid?
He's a sailor in new york!
No! We should cross our energy beams
And turn him into pork
- by Peter Houlihan
Page 179
Past the bridge of no return, no backward glances
The things they've seen till now are at an end
Past all thought of 'If' or 'When', no use resisting
Abandon thought and let odd stuff begin
What raging fire shall flood the trolls?
What riches shall they find before?
What awful perils lie before them
Past the bridge of no return, the final threshold
What of the Silent World will they learn?
Beyond the bridge of no return
They've been brought here, to that moment when spirits are high
To that moment when they are excited...excited
They have come here, hardly knowing the reason why
In their minds they've already imagined the awesome adventure
Standing still and silent now they are here, ready
No second thoughts, they've decided...decided.
Past the bridge of no return, no going back now
The epic trek has now at last begun
Past all thought of safe and sound, one final question
How long will the five wait before they're six?
When will they know the journey's end?
The hungry beast burst into flame?
I hope the beasts will not consume them.
Past the point of no return, the final threshold
The bridge is crossed, (Emil, don't make it burn,)
They've passed the bridge of no return
- by SparkyDragon
Post by: luca0483 on September 15, 2014, 04:46:27 AM
Öresund bridge is falling down
Falling Down, falling down
Öresund bridge is falling down
Captain lady
Build it up with iron and steel
Iron and steel, iron and steel
Build it up with iron and steel
Captain lady
Trolls and beast will break it up
Break it up, break it up
Trolls and beast will break it up
Captain lady
Emil will them with fire burn
With fire burn, with fire burn
Emil will them with fire burn
Captain lady
Fire will the tank destroy
Tank destroy, tank destroy
Fire will the tank destroy
Captain lady
Drive through flames with mighty speed
Mighty speed, mighty speed
Drive through flames with mighty speed
Captain Lady
Post by: ThisCat on September 24, 2014, 11:40:12 AM
She's tall, she's fantastic!
Brave and estatic!
Friendly as can be
From the nordic sea!
Everyone come near
Captain Eide is here!
She kills the trolls with her bare hands
Trekked all across the silent lands
So awesome! So grand!
Come and shake her hand!
She's the great Captain Eide!
She's fast, and so clever
Cowardly? Never!
She's the bravest of them all
Always standing tall
Little ones have no fear!
Captain Eide is here!
She kills the trolls with her bare hands
Trekked all across the silent lands
So awesome! So grand!
Come and shake her hand!
Come and meet the great Captain Eide!
- by Sir. Orc
Page 189
Onni, Onni, brother dear
Oh how I wish that you were here
Sad, and crying
But still trying
To fake an ounce of cheer
Onni, Onni, brother dear
-by Sir. Orc
Page 191
How dare you doubt my skill?
I'll prove you wrong! Just wait and see!
I'll drive so well! Oh yes I will!
After all, how hard can it be?
Just shift the gear to forward!
*Crunch* Oh wait, I think that's reverse
Just gotta turn around
*Screech!* Well I guess things can't get worse...
*Bang* *Smash* *clatter*
Just need to make this turn
*thunk* ...aaand we can get underway
I know I can do this, I know I can!
*R-rrr-BANG!" I can learn to drive today!
How dare you doubt my skill?
I'll prove you wrong! Just wait and see!
I'll drive so well! Oh yes I will!
After all, how hard can it be?
Hmph, Torbjorn runs pretty fast
*Screaming* ... so does Trond for an old guy
Taru is surprisingly sprightly
Oh stop whining Emil! We're not gonna die!
*VROOM*
There we go! I told you so!
Across the bridge easy as pie!
*swerve* oops, um, I meant to do that
Say, how did we wind up in the sky?
*Crash*
So you thought to doubt my skill?
I'll prove you wrong! Just wait and see!
I'll drive so well! Oh yes I will!
After all, how hard can it be?
*crash* *cringe*
Sorry Torbjorn!
- by Sir. Orc
Page 192
Face cancer is something i've heard of before.
Oh, It is Mikkel again, doing his chore.
What is he even doing here , he is not my employee.
If he was I would fire him again in one, two, three.
You spit on my face, where is your grace?
And it can't be helped that Emil knows not so much.
That is why i am here, don't you dare to touch.
Ohh, you are one of them.
They who want to get rich and still see their familly again.
Unauthorized loothing is a way I approve to go.
But wasting my time, is for fanden no.
me:
I don't even like rappers, but not that it matters.
Olsen and Mikkel can have a battle for the thrill, but if something breaks I won't pay the bill.
- by RumbleRose
Page 200
Sigrun the Choir
With an outdoor voice dire
Volunteered indoors
- by Charisma
Post by: Sunflower on September 30, 2014, 01:40:38 PM
She's the bravest, she's the best!
She's a cut above the rest!
So awesome! So grand!
Come and shake her hand!
She's the great Captain Eide!
She hails from the nordic sea
Brave and friendly as can be
With hair red as flame, and heart afire
She slays the beasts of evil dire.
The wondrous Captain Eide
With catlike tread and catlike grin
In the end she'll always win
Full of boisterous wondrous cheer
Never does her heart know fear
The bravest Captain Eide
She's the bravest, she's the best
She's a cut above the rest!
So awesome! So grand!
Come and shake her hand!
She's the great Captain Eide!
She's killed four trolls with her bare hands
Trekked all across the silent lands
She lives for the glory of the fight
Against the monsters of the night
The lovely Captain Eide
So little ones rejoice with cheer
For now you get to meet her here
And so without further ado
To all we now present to you!
The greatest Captain Eide!
She's the bravest, she's the best
She's a cut above the rest!
So awesome! So grand!
Come and shake her hand!
Come and meet the marvelous
Come and meet the wonderous
The bravest
The grandest
The Great Captain Eide!
*fireworks*
Post by: RumbleRose on October 18, 2014, 08:26:20 PM
Tuuri is worried about Onni-oniisan.
Onni is at Keuruu, not excactly knowing what they have done.
Lalli is doing some magic to connect to his Hotakainen bro,
Will it work out; is Lalli a pro?
The thought of fire makes a cleanser smile
if you want to set things on fire, wait just a little while
Emil Västerström, you have learned something today.
faces are vulnerable too.
Mikkel already told you,
but you didn't listen to what he had to say.
-RumbleRose
Post by: Sunflower on October 21, 2014, 01:25:27 PM
What Does the Troll Say?
Köttur goes "mjá"
Kat goes "mjav"
Katter go "mjau"
And kissa goes "nau"
But there's one sound
That no one knows
What does the troll say?
"Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!"
"Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!"
"Joff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
Tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!
Joff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!"
"Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!
Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!
Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!"
Post by: Sunflower on October 23, 2014, 03:03:23 AM
Richard Weir gave us an update on "London Bridge," inspired by the destruction on p. 201.
Øresundsbron is falling down, falling down, falling down;
Øresundsbron is falling down, My fair Captain!
Build it up with wooden piles, wooden piles, wooden piles;
Build it up with wooden piles, My fair Captain!
Wooden piles will creak and krakks! Creak and krakks! Creak and krakks!
Wooden piles will creak and krakks! My fair Captain!
Hit the gas and run away, run away, run away!
Hit the gas and run away, My fair Driver.
Øresundsbron is falling down, falling down, falling down;
Øresundsbron is falling down, My fair Captain!
Post by: ThisCat on October 24, 2014, 08:26:44 AM
Take me on a magic carpet ride
through flood and dark
to the other side
where adventure waits.
Let me not say
i wish i was elsewhere but here.
Let me say
what comes to pass will make me stronger
and the people i walk with, my brothers.
- by White Mouse
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip,
That started from this Danish port,
A cat tank for a ship.
The mage was a cat in human form,
The Swede had magic hair,
If not for the driving of a little Finn,
The crew would go nowhere.
The broken bridge began to fail,
The mecha-cat was tossed,
Not by skill but just dumb luck,
Kept them from being lost.
Their task is fairly simple
But harder than it looks:
Avoid the giants, beasts and trolls
And get the pricey books
No cat, no food, no salary,
Few bare necessities,
All to lift the veil of fear,
And archaeology.
So come with our five misfits
Into the Silent World,
With Tuuri,
The Captain too,
The Sparkly Swede with the bombs,
The farmer/healer and the mage...
And maybe someone else too?
- by slim kittens
Page 206
He walks among the stars
He saw their secrets shine
Young mage come forth now
Reach out and take what's thine
He sees among the shadows
He pierced the veil of light
Young mage come forth now
Reach out and set things right
For you hold the gift of gods
Of the spirits and the dead
So remember well
The price we paid
So that here you might tread
He talks in silent tongues
He heard the things they say
Young mage come forth now
Reach out and show the way
He listens to the old song
He heard it in the frost
Young mage come forth now
Reach out and help the lost
For you hold the gift of gods
Of the spirits and the dead
So remember well
The price we paid
So that here you might tread
He treads in hidden brooks
He looked within the cave
Young mage come forth now
Remember what we gave?
You listened to the old song
You pierced the veil of light
Young mage we ask now
That you help set things right
For you hold the gift of gods
That much will always be true
So a gift we ask
For what we gave
It's all we ask of you
-by Sir. Orc
Page 211
Laili had a glowing knife,
Laili had to fight for life.
Laili fought an icky moose,
Laili shook that troll-thing loose,
-by Betty Adams
They seek it here, they seek it there,
It’s never loud, but be aware:
It will take and break you in a way that you'll detest,
'Cause it's a dedicated monster in that fashion.
And when it lays its little traps,
'Round all the dreams off all the maps,
Eagerly pursuing the unwary to the death,
'Cause it's a dedicated monster in that fashion.
Oh yes it is (oh yes it is), oh yes it is (oh yes it is).
It thinks Lalli’s a flower to be plucked up,
And when it wraps its frilly kelp-like mantle round him tight,
It feels a dedicated monster in that fashion.
-by Greenwood Goat
Post by: ThisCat on November 05, 2014, 12:38:38 PM
In the deepest dreams lie darkness,
like the bottom of a lake.
A lake so deep you cannot ever see it end.
And barely slipping, only slighly
in the shadows down below
will let the spiteful spirit-creatures soon ascend.
Oh, all the deepest dreams are black
like ink, you cannot see yourself,
the darkest water steals your strenght and steals your breath.
The hands that drags you surely downwards
pushes air out from your lungs
will show you clearly, dreaming deeply is your death.
-by me (ThisCat)
Beware the lurkers of the deep
The enemies of man
The Hiisi now no longer sleep
And they will kill you if they can
Beware the hidden enemy
The heralds of the rash
The Hiisi now at last are free
And they will turn the world to ash
In the darkest depths
In the blackest night
Their hands reach from the shadows
To snuff out the light
In the coldest seas
In the wicked heart
The Hiisi linger reaching
To tear the world apart
Beware the lurkers of the deep
The enemies of man
The Hiisi now no longer sleep
And they will kill you if they can
Beware the hidden enemy
The heralds of the rash
The Hiisi now at last are free
And they will turn the world to ash
In the harshest storm
In the coldest frost
Their hands reach from the waters
To prey on the lost
In the heat of summer
In the light of fire
The Hiisi linger waiting
Destruction their desire
Beware the lurkers of the deep
The enemies of man
The Hiisi now no longer sleep
And they will kill you if they can
Beware the hidden enemy
The heralds of the rash
The Hiisi now at last are free
And they will turn the world to ash
-by Sir. Orc
Page 215
a whole new paaage,
a new fantastic page of art,
with nobody else but you, to pull it through,
oh am I only dreaming
a whole new paaaage,
a dazzling page I never knew,
there's one up every day, no-one can say,
that you're not working hard enough at all
(you're the hardest worker of them all)
Unbelievable sights
indescribable feelings
spellcasting, blasting, catmobiling
through an unknown troll-full world
A whole new paaage
(don't you dare miss the cats)
A hundred thousand things to fear
(hold your breath, it gets darker)
I'm like a fledgeling skald
I've read so far
I can't not care
about these peeps anymore
a whole new page
(a whole new page)
that's where I'll be
(that's where we'll be)
A thrilling page
(a wondrous page)
For you and meeeee
-by woolly socks
Page 216
Here we are
through the door
to the light at the end of the tunnel.
From the wet and worn-down workings of the subaquatic road
To the green-lit, lethal living in a town, adventure-mode.
From the sickly, sullen sanctuary, sunk below the sea,
To the bloody entrail-mountains from the happy murder-spree
Here we are
through the door
to the light at the end of the tunnel.
- by me (ThisCat)
Post by: Sunflower on November 15, 2014, 06:11:39 PM
TANK FE-LINE
She's real fine my tank fe-line
She's real fine my tank fe-line
My tank. Fe. Line.
Well I begged for pennies and I begged for dimes
(Giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
For I knew there would be a time
(Giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
When I went to get the books,
I would need a tank fe-line.
(tank fe-line, tank fe-line)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up tank fe-line
(Giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
Tank fe-line
(Giddy up giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up tank fe
Nothing can stop her,
Nothing can harm my tank fe-line, tank fe-line
When we meet the beasts and trolls she really shines
(Giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
We crush their skulls and we snap their spines
(Giddy up giddy up tank fe-line)
My low-tech, under-powered, multi-treadded tank fe-line
(tank fe-line, tank fe-line)
etc.
Little Cat-Tank
Well I'm not braggin', Trond, so don't put me down
But I've got the toughest set of wheels in town
When a giant comes on up to me he don't even try
Cause if I had a set of wings, man I know she could fly
She's my little Cat-Tank
You don't know what I got
(My little Cat-Tank)
(You don't know what I got)
Just a personnel transporter with a flat head mill
But she'll crush a Danish shanty like she's standin' still
She's got super-power batteries, she's stroked and bored.
She'll do thirty knots with the top end floored
She's my little Cat-Tank...
[Bridge:]
She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten till the tailpipes roar
And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid
There's one more thing, there's a stowaway hid!
Now, comin' out the tunnel when the light turns green
Well she's plowing 'cross the airport like you never seen
I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer
When I get troll guts in all four gears
She's my little Cat-Tank -- you don't know what I got!
(Little Cat-Tank, you don't know what I got...)
Beach Boys FTW.
Post by: Sunflower on November 19, 2014, 02:13:07 PM
THE KITTEN
While amid the rubble dreary, as I salvaged, growing weary,
Guessing at the value of some volumes of forgotten lore,
While I pondered, cat-nap snatching, lightly then there came a scratching,
As of some vile creature hatching, there beyond the chamber door.
`'Tis some wind-tossed branch,' I muttered, `scratching at the chamber door -
Just a branch'....or something more?
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November,
And the soft and shallow sun cast growing shadows on the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morning; - safety once again a-borning,
Morning! Safety from the nascent horrors out beyond the door.
Eldritch Horrors growing, forming there beyond the chamber door!
Or the wind? I must be sure.
And my mind, in open treason, slipped the reins of mastering reason,
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, faintly entreating
`'Tis the wind and branches scraping there upon the chamber door -
Wind and branches causing scratches there upon the chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
I arose and slowly, lightly moved across the chamber floor;
Placed my ear upon the wood. Closed my eyes, in silence stood,
Silently in darkness stood, listening at the chamber door,
Turned the handle, checked my breathing, slowly opened up the door,
The sun had gone, but nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, as I stood there listening, fearing,
Long or brief I cannot tell, dreaming dreams I did abhor.
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
As my mind created eyes by hundreds staring at the door,
And the only words there spoken were my whispered words, `Oh, s***!'
Quickly then I shut the door.
And barred it. Back to door and shaking, ragged breath and bladder quaking,
Palm to face I slowly sank and huddled there upon the floor.
Presently my heart grew bold. I raised my eyes and did behold,
A cat! A blessed cat which I was certain was not there before,
Seated there and grooming. Was this the scratching at the door?
A wandering cat, and nothing more?
`Blessed feline, skilled or derpy, happy guest come late or early -
How came your paws and muzzle to be red with blood and wet with gore?
Were you vermin hunting, rending? Or were you yourself defending -
From some beast or troll or giant there beyond the chamber door?
Tooth in muscle, claw on bone, there beyond the chamber door?`
The cat sat grooming, nothing more.
The cat, ne'er showing care nor malice, jumped upon a bust of Pallas,
On a bust of warlike Pallas, lying fallen on the floor,
`Kitten,' I said, `would you keep a vigil o'er me while I sleep?
Protecting me as I lie curled into a ball upon the floor?
Some rest 'fore fleeing', I repeating, `here upon the chamber floor?'
Quoth the kitty, `mau'.
Then the cat, without delaying, stretched to its full length, and laying
On its back, across the head of Pallas on the chamber floor,
Regarded me with face inverted, paws in air and eyes half-hooded.
`Kitten, will you guard me, then?' I asked as I had asked before.
The cat blinked once as I was sitting, waiting there upon the floor,
Quoth the kitty, `rrrrrow?'
`Kitten, hear me; are you willing, watch to stand as sentry filling,
Alert to menace, silent, killing, there beyond the chamber door?
Detecting danger, raise alarm, if you should smell approach of harm,
Will you imitate your sires, those noble cats who came before?
Noble cats of song and legend we have known from days of yore?
Quoth the kitty, `zzzzzzzzzz.'
The cat, despite my vigil keeping, still is sleeping, STILL is sleeping,
On the broken bust of plaster Pallas smashed upon the floor.
And in future, when in danger, shall I trust some furry stranger,
Wand'ring vagrant kitty ranger to sense danger out the door?
Sense and warn me of a danger? I decided, then I swore;
Shall I trust it? Nevermore.
"On the broken bust of plaster Pallas smashed upon the floor" is hard to say 10 times fast.
Post by: Sunflower on November 19, 2014, 07:16:30 PM
Run boy run! This world exists just for you
Run boy run! They’re trying to evade you
Run boy run! Scouting is a victory
Run boy run! Beauty lays behind the hills
Run boy run! The moon will be guiding you
Run boy run! They’re dying to stop you
Run boy run! This chant is a prophecy
Run boy run! Break out from society
Tonight is another day
And you don’t have to hide away
You are a mage, boy!
And for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!
Run boy run! This ride is a journey to
Run boy run! The senses of cats in you
Run boy run! This chant is a prophecy
Run boy run! And disappear in the trees
Tonight is another day
And you don’t have to hide away
You are a mage, boy!
And for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!
Tonight is another day
And when the light fades away
You are a cat, boy!
And for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!
Post by: Zlatoglazka on November 19, 2014, 09:23:55 PM
This one came from that comment thread of page 220 (http://sssscomic.com/comic.php?page=220#comment-1701558925).
This supposed to be a song for children. Everyone from former Soviet Union countries know it. Ohters may listen to it here: http://youtu.be/V-TithD7izM?list=PLFEC1C3CD4189786B (http://youtu.be/V-TithD7izM?list=PLFEC1C3CD4189786B) There are also some translations, including Finnish and Swedish versions, they are beautiful, but I love Japanese one the most.
Dalahästen train
Killed trolls are slowly fading out of sight,
You will never meet them once again.
They are pity, yes, but we are all all right.
Life - it is the best that one can gain!
Refrain:
Godspeedy railway go
Far away, far away
While disappearing
From the night-sky scene.
Everyone, everyone
Try to be positive
While they are going by
Dalahästen train.
Maybe we got something wrong, but anyway
Past is past and ashes go to ash.
Doing all your best is only option here,
Loco man, let's dart as in a rush!
Refrain
Our armoured carriage's going on and on,
Dalahästen train increased it's speed.
Journey ends, and it is very sad to know,
Wish it would last all around year(s)...
Refrain
Post by: Solovei on November 19, 2014, 09:33:22 PM
So the tributes to the songs are also posted here.
This one came from that comment thread of page 220 (http://sssscomic.com/comic.php?page=220#comment-1701558925).
This supposed to be a song for children. Everyone from former Soviet Union countries know it. Ohters may listen to it here: http://youtu.be/V-TithD7izM?list=PLFEC1C3CD4189786B (http://youtu.be/V-TithD7izM?list=PLFEC1C3CD4189786B) There are also some translations, including Finnish and Swedish versions, they are beautiful, but I love Japanese one the most.
Oh my gosh, I hadn't heard this in years! Thanks for this little bit of childhood nostalgia :)
Now we just need a "Lalli in the Fog" spinoff and we will be all set!
Post by: Zlatoglazka on November 19, 2014, 10:15:57 PM
Now we just need a "Lalli in the Fog" spinoff and we will be all set!We have it! That was a page 209:
Lalli as Yozhik ('a child-hedgehog'),
Baidy - 'bear cub' - Medvezhonok,
Moose as Loshadka (this means 'sweety horse'),
Fog as the Fog (ah, Tuman). And
One thing we miss is them cry out their names,
Calling each other again and again...
Well, they were trying at least once.
Post by: P__ on November 28, 2014, 06:18:01 PM
this song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHxnm1-gVS4) went through my earphones earlier today, so obviously I had to do something about it. Try to guess who should sing it ^^
Go on and o-pen your eyes
'Cause all you need is magic sight
You will be the best of the guides
Go safely tonight (oh yeah)
While you go I will wait and stay
And how I wish, I wish you wouldn't go
So hurry please, come back to me
Don't lenghten my misery
Scout tonight
And come back before dawn
Run till morrow
Tomorrow we'll ride on
Scout tonight
And come back before dawn
Run till morrow
Tomorrow we'll ride on
I have only one desire
And it's to be safe with you
But you scout without tire
to find us a way (oh it's true)
Don't cross any trolls nearby
Lalli please, don't make me cry
'Cause boy without you I feel low
But oh I know you need to go
Scout tonight
And come back before dawn
Run till morrow
Tomorrow we'll ride on
Scout tonight
And come back before dawn
Run till morrow
Tomorrow we'll ride on
Tomorrow I hope you'll be there
I wish you wouldn't give me a scare
'Cause boy without you I feel low
But oh I know you need to go
Scout tonight
And come back before dawn
Run till morrow
Tomorrow we'll ride on
And come back before dawn
Run till morrow
Tomorrow we'll ride on
Scout tonight
And come back before dawn
Run till morrow
Tomorrow we'll ride on
Scout tonight
And come back before dawn
Run till morrow
Tomorrow we'll ride on
Tomorrow we'll ride on
Tomorrow we'll ride on
Tomorrow we'll ride on
Tomorrow we'll ride on
Post by: Clayres on November 28, 2014, 06:25:57 PM
I believe this should be posted here, right :-\ ?*straight face*
this song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHxnm1-gVS4) went through my earphones earlier today, so obviously I had to do something about it. Try to guess who should sing it ^^
[the thingie]
Tuuri, obviously.
Post by: JoB on November 28, 2014, 08:00:38 PM
Tuuri, obviously.With The Magically-Quintupled Onni Band as background singers trying to steal the lines, especially those that do give leave 'til morn'.
Post by: slim kittens on December 23, 2014, 08:50:44 PM
I think of this as Turri's song
DOWNTOWN
If you feel down and life is taking you nowhere
You could always go, downtown
If you feel bored and you would like an adventure
There's a place I know: downtown
Go see Torbjörn, Siv and Trond and join the expedition
You will get to drive a cat with manual transmission,
What could go wrong? There'll be more excitement for you
You'll get to meet some strange creatures, and murder them too
So go
Downtown, all your friends envy you
Downtown, and it's for science, too
Downtown, you're gonna be someone, now.
If this train is safe, why is it covered with saws,
And we are taking it, downtown?
Providence saved us from the teeth and the claws
and yet we roll along, downtown
I imagined this would be a hunting expedition,
Shoot some trolls and grab some books to help and fund our mission
Why did I come? I'd sleep so much better tonight
If I was home, but then Onni would know he was right
And I'm
Downtown (I'm having second thoughts)
Downtown (what was I thinking?)
Downtown, everything's waiting for you
If you get lost, don't let the giants surround you,
There are hidey-holes, downtown
Don't move around, don't make a sound. If you do,
You might alert the trolls, downtown
I wish that we had brought a cat to guide us in the city,
A grade A type, a brave feline, a real trustworthy kitty,
Damn the expense! This is your fault, Trond, I blame it on you,
And if we meet again, I've something special for you
I hate
Downtown (were those eyes watching you?)
Downtown (what was that sound?). I hate
Downtown, something is looking for YOU....
Downtown, downtown....
Post by: slim kittens on December 23, 2014, 08:55:49 PM
My favorite Rolling Trolls song
GIMME SILENCE
(hypnotic instrumental intro)
Oh, there's danger threat'ning,
Our very lives today
If we don't keep our silence,
Oh yeah, we're gonna melt away
Trolls, children! They're just a shout away, they're just a shout away
Trolls, children! They're just a shout away, they're just a shout away
OooH, tHErE's sSooMEthiNG crEEePin'
doWn oURr veery sSTrEEEtsS toDAaY
If WEe dooN'T kEeEP ourr SSIileeNCe,
tHEy'LL tUUuRn and RUUn aWAYyy
FooOD, chIILdrEEN! It'Ss jUUSt a SnaATCH awAAAy, it'ss jusSST a sssnAAAtch aWAyyy
fOOD, chIIIILdren! iIt'S juSSt a snAAtChH AawAy, it's jUUSSt a snAatCHH awaAyY
(hypnotic instrumental break)
Beasts, Giants! They're just a shout away, they're just a shout away
SwEEEdes, NorWEEgiAAnss! TheEy're JusSt a sSNnaAtch aWAay, thEEy're jUsSt a sSsnatch awayYy
Trolls, DAnIsH! They're just a shout away, tHeEy're jUsSt a SsnaAtch aWAAAAy
Mmm, the trolls are threat'ning,
Our very lives today
Gimme, gimme silence,
Or we're gonna melt away
Eyes, talons! They're just a shout away, they're just a shout away
They're just a shout away, they're just a shout away, they're just a shout away
I tell you wealth, children, it's just a book away, it's just a book away
It's just a book away, it's just a book away
It's just a book away, book away, book away
Post by: Gwenno on December 25, 2014, 11:42:34 AM
Silent night, Trolly night,
Nought is safe, from this blight,
Round the nest there’ll be grosslings galore,
Tortured souls who are human no more,
Sleep and leave us in peace,
Sleep and leave us in peace
Silent night, Trolly night,
Far away, is morning’s light,
Hide from prowling beasts, don’t make a sound,
Maybe elsewhere these grosslings be bound,
Sleep and leave us in peace,
Sleep and leave us in peace
Silent night, Trolly night,
Blessed cats, be our sight,
Yowl at danger and pounce on our fears,
Let us know when these monsters are near,
Sleep and leave us in peace,
Sleep and leave us in peace
Post by: slim kittens on December 26, 2014, 07:40:47 PM
Frank Royce Harr and Guest
THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
a library that was troll-free.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
two of Mikkel's cookies,
and a library that was troll-free.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
three sticks of dynamite,
two of Mikkel's cookies,
and a library that was troll-free.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
four scouts a'yawning,
three sticks of dynamite,
two of Mikkel's cookies,
and a library that was troll-free.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
five Shakespeare plays,
four scouts a'yawning,
three sticks of dynamite,
two of Mikkel's cookies,
and a library that was troll-free.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
six motley adventurers,
five Shakespeare plays,
four scouts a'yawning,
three sticks of dynamite,
two of Mikkel's cookies,
and a library that was troll-free.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
seven cats a'meowing,
six motley adventurers,
five Shakespeare plays,
four scouts a'yawning,
three sticks of dynamite,
two of Mikkel's cookies,
and a library that was troll-free.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
eight clear escape routes,
seven cats a'meowing,
six motley adventurers,
five Shakespeare plays,
four scouts a'yawning,
three sticks of dynamite,
two of Mikkel's cookies,
and a library that was troll-free.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
nine old city maps,
eight clear escape routes,
seven cats a'meowing,
six motley adventurers,
five Shakespeare plays,
four scouts a'yawning,
three sticks of dynamite,
two of Mikkel's cookies,
and a library that was troll-free.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
ten Dalahästens,
nine old city maps,
eight clear escape routes,
seven cats a'meowing,
six motley adventurers,
five Shakespeare plays,
four scouts a'yawning,
three sticks of dynamite,
two of Mikkel's cookies,
and a library that was troll-free.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
eleven boxes of 6.5mm ammo,
ten Dalahästens,
nine old city maps,
eight clear escape routes,
seven cats a'meowing,
six motley adventurers,
five Shakespeare plays,
four scouts a'yawning,
three sticks of dynamite,
two of Mikkel's cookies,
and a library that was troll-free.
On the twelve day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
twelve still and silent,
eleven boxes of 6.5mm ammo,
ten Dalahästens,
nine old city maps,
eight clear escape routes,
seven cats a'meowing,
six motley adventurers,
five Shakespeare plays,
four scouts a'yawning,
three sticks of dynamite,
two of Mikkel's cookies,
and a library that was troll-freeeeeeeeeeeee!
Merry Christmas, everyone! :D
Post by: slim kittens on December 26, 2014, 10:54:54 PM
Edward Lear, meet Edward Gorey
THE TROLL AND THE GRADE-A CAT
The Troll and the Grade-A cat met to see
In the Silent World, who was the best.
The cat sat high in the branches above,
As the grossling emerged from it's nest.
The Troll looked up to the stars above,
As a tentacle wrapped round the tree,
'O LoVeLy PuSsY! sO tAsTy AnD fAsT,
WhAt a WoNdErFuL mOrSeL yOu'Ll Be,
YoU'lL bE,
yOu'Ll Be!
WhAt a WoNdErFuL mOrSeL yOu'Ll Be!'
Cat said to the troll, 'You're exceedingly droll
If you think to get better of me.
I run and I fight, by day and by night,
Whatever the weather may be.'
Troll's answer to this was a multi-voiced hiss,
'YoU'rE sO pRoUd YoU cAn MoVe To AnD fRo,
ReGaRdLeSs Of SeAsOn, BuT oUr NuMbErS aRe LeGiOn,
AnD iNtO oUr BeLlIeS yOu'Ll Go,
YoU'lL gO,
yOu'Ll Go,
AnD iNtO oUr BeLlIeS yOu'Ll Go!'
Cat leapt towards the ground as the troll whipped around,
And took the poor cat by surprise.
And holding him tight on that chill star-lit night
Drew him close, and he looked in his eyes.
'YoU'rE fAsT, LiTtLe kItTy! It SeEmS sUcH a PiTy,
YoU'rE tRaInInG wAs OnLy FoR sHoW.
AnD sOoNeR tHaN sOoN, bY tHe LiGhT oF tHiS mOoN,
aS pArT oF uS, kItTy, YoU'lL gO,
YoU'lL gO,
yOu'Ll Go,
aS pArT oF uS, kItTy, YoU'lL gO!'
'It's quite a surprise that with so many eyes,
Not one of them managed to see,
While I handled you, my non-feline crew,
Has followed you, following me.
And even your sight can see flickering light,
And shadows not made by the dawn.
My crew, by the looks, has been cooking the books,
And your nest and your brethren are gone,
Are gone,
Are gone,
Your nest and your brethren are gone.'
The troll raised his sight as a crack shook the night;
A frighening, shattering sound.
The troll lost his grip, the cat started to slip;
And slid without harm to the ground.
The crew carried books to the tank, and the nooks,
And crannies with treasure did flow
So they called it a day, and headed away
As fast as the cattank would go,
Would go,
Would go,
As fast as the cattank would go.
A good day's hunt and a good day's catch;
And they drove to the edge of the sea.
Mikkel played some tunes on the squeezebox he brought;
So glad were they all to be free.
They dined on hare which they caught with a snare,
(No one had a runcible spoon);
So they ate with their hands, on the edge of the sand,
And danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Post by: Sunflower on December 27, 2014, 12:17:15 AM
Edward Lear, meet Edward Gorey
THE TROLL AND THE GRADE-A CAT
The Troll and the Grade-A cat met to see
In the Silent World, who was the best.
The cat sat high in the branches above,
As the grossling emerged from it's nest.
The Troll looked up to the stars above,
As a tentacle wrapped round the tree,
'O LoVeLy p****! sO tAsTy AnD fAsT,
WhAt a WoNdErFuL mOrSeL yOu'Ll Be,
YoU'lL bE,
yOu'Ll Be!
WhAt a WoNdErFuL mOrSeL yOu'Ll Be!'
Slim Kittens, you mad genius! At last you overcame whatever technical problem was keeping you from posting and the rest of us from appreciating your filksong artistry.
I adore the combination of the Victorian *form* of this ballad with your dark humor. It would be especially cute sung to the rollicking tune Carly Simon and her sister Lucy wrote for "The Owl and the Pussycat" back in 1970:
Post by: slim kittens on December 28, 2014, 07:44:32 PM
It was Eich who was able to get my account working. Don't know what he did but I am grateful.
Hadn't heard the Simon's version of "Owl and the Pussycat". Thanks for the link!
Also, in my head, Sigrun is quite a good dancer. And Mikkel just seems like the concertina type. :)
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on January 16, 2015, 08:54:01 PM
The Ballad of Pp. 240-249, or, "Look at Lalli"
Lalli, Emil, Sigrun
Searching through the building
Looking for the
Books they’re here to
Try to haul away
Found a book they
Take a look and
Promptly it disintegrates
Look at Lalli
Look at Lalli
Frowning in dismay
Emil broke it
Sigrun choked out
But it wasn’t all his fault
It was moldering and rotted away
So they went on
Then they found the
Clinic and its bodies
And Sigrun slapped the freaked-out Emil
In the Face
Lalli, Emil, Sigrun
Standing ’midst the bodies
Sigrun telling
Emil, “They’re the
Order of the day
Not to worry
Until Lalli freaks
(And is he? I dunno)”
Look at Lalli
Tired Lalli
“Tired is okay”
Lalli, Emil, Sigrun
Climbing up the stairs now
Sigrun stops and
Points up with a
Smile as bright as day
Once they pass the
Glass they’ll be in
Someone’s private library
Look at Lalli
Happy Lalli
Finally knows the way
Tuuri squees when
She sees Mikkel
Piling up that first load
“Can I see them?” she excitedly begged
“Not until the
Protocol says,”
Mikkel told her casually
And Tuuri griped a bit but
Said, “Okay”
Lalli, Emil, Sigrun
Sorting through the bookshelves
Trying to pick which
Books to take and
Which have gotta stay
Lalli’s leaned back
In a chair to
Try to get some shut-eye
Look at Lalli
Sleepy Lalli
Time to hit the hay
Lalli, Emil, Sigrun
Stacking up the books high
Emil thinks that
Mikkel would be
Helpful as a dray
Then he sees how
Lalli’s looking
Freaking at the vent now
Look at Lalli
Worried Lalli
Time to run away
Look at Lalli
Worried Lalli
Time to run away
Post by: slim kittens on January 17, 2015, 07:34:05 PM
A slow weekend waiting for an SSSS update, so let's go to the mailbag:
Dear Dr. Answer Kittens,
I keep hearing about Schrödinger's cat. I have a cat too but no one talks about it. What's the big deal?
- curious
Dear curious,
I'm glad you asked. Schrödinger's Cat was a thought experiment by Erwin Schrödinger to demonstrate some of the paradoxical implications of quantum mechanics. It was explained in an amusing way by a talented 20th century writer (Cecil Adams. Please don't sue me). Our circumstances have changed greatly since that time, so I've updated it to reflect more contemporary conditions. I hope this helps.
Schrödinger, Erwin! Professor of physics!
Wrote daring equations! Confounded his critics!
(Not bad, eh? Don't worry. This part of the verse
Starts off pretty good, but it gets a lot worse.)
Win saw that the theory that Newton'd invented
By Einstein's discov'ries had been badly dented.
What now? wailed his colleagues. Said Erwin, "Don't panic,
No grease monkey I, but a quantum mechanic.
Consider electrons. Now, these teeny articles
Are sometimes like waves, and sometimes like particles.
If that's not confusing, the nuclear dance
Of electrons and suchlike is governed by chance!
No sweat, though — my theory permits us to judge
Where some of 'em is and the rest of 'em was."
Not everyone bought this. It threatened to wreck
The comforting linkage of cause and effect.
E'en Einstein had doubts, and so Schrödinger tried
To tell him what quantum mechanics implied.
Said Win to Al, "Brother, suppose we've a cat..."
"A cat?", said Big Al, "Why in heavens do that?
Do you know the expense or the number of days
It takes to train felines to grade Bs or As?
I thought not! So instead of a cat use a mime,
Politician or tax man...or if you've the time
Catch a troll, and however your project turns out
We won't have lost something that we care about!"
"A troll it is, Al. We won't use a cat,
And inside a tube we have put that troll at —
Along with a solitaire deck and some Fritos,
A volume of Proust and two dozen mosquitoes,
A bottle of Ripple and, oh, if you got 'em,
One vial prussic acid, one decaying ottom
Or atom — whatever — but when it emits,
A trigger device blasts the vial into bits
Which snuffs our poor troll. The odds of this crime
Are 50 to 50 per hour each time.
The cylinder's sealed. The hour's passed away. Is
Our troll still hissing — or pushing up daisies?
Now, you'd say the troll either lives or it don't
But quantum mechanics is stubborn and won't.
Statistically speaking, the troll (goes the joke),
Is half a troll breathing and half a troll croaked.
To some this may seem a ridiculous split,
But quantum mechanics must answer, 'Tough shit.
We may not know much, but one thing's fo' sho':
There's things in the cosmos that we cannot know.
Shine light on electrons — you'll cause them to swerve.
The act of observing disturbs the observed —
Which ruins your test. But if there's no testing
To see if a particle's moving or resting
Why try to conjecture? Pure useless endeavor!
We know probability — certainty, never.'
The effect of this notion I very much fear
'Twill make doubtful all things that were formerly clear.
Till soon the troll doctors will say in reports,
"We've just flipped a coin and we've learned it's a corpse."'
Said Albert to Erwin, "Your plan is unworkable,
Unless you employ troll doctors quite jerk-able.
There's only one outcome we know that is testable:
The troll's buggered off, joined the Choir Celestial.
You want to determine the troll's eigenstate,
And that's the sole thing, but I tell you it ain't.
You say the result must be other or one,
But I tell you the odds are 100 to none:
If the doctors look in and the troll is deceased,
They'll report it and breathe a huge sigh of relief.
If the troll is alive when the doctors look in,
They won't report anything, ever again.
Or maybe when observation time has arrived,
Our doctors say 'Blank it, I want to survive',
And abandon the lab and go for a beer,
In that case also no report will we hear.
The doctors and troll are quantum-ly entangled,
Are the doctors still breathing or horribly mangled?
I have from good sources, it is not contestable,
That trolls regard doctors as highly digestible.
The result of your test is far more absurd-er:
The act of observing observes the observer.
The doctors change state with the state of the troll,
Or maybe they're smart and don't look in at oll."
Erwin said, "Al, this makes my brain hurt,
I need more quantum wrenches for this kind of work.
The bottle of Ripple! Al, pull up a chair.
You happen to know where it went to, Mein Herr?"
Al looked around and said, "It beats me.
Maybe the tube? We'd best go and see."
I confess, I like to torture words.
Post by: Urlana on January 18, 2015, 10:16:24 AM
Let's get down to business
To collect some books.
Did they send me newbies
When I asked for pros?
You're the messiest Swede I ever met
But you can bet before we're through
Emil, I'll make a man
Out of you.
Spoiled as a princess
But a pyro within
Once you stop your screaming
Be more like the Finn
You're a hapless, frail, dramatic Swede
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a man
Out of you.
Cleanser-man!
You must be swift as the night-scout Lalli
Cleanser-man!
with all the force of the Sigrun too
Cleanser-man!
with all the strength of the raging Mikkel
Mysterious as the insides of a troll
Time is racing toward us
'til the trolls awake
Heed my every order
It's for your own sake.
You're unsuited for the Silent World
So pack up, go home you're through
How could I make a man
Out of you?
Cleanser-man!
You must be swift as the night-scout Lalli
Cleanser-man!
with all the force of the Sigrun too
Cleanser-man!
with all the strength of the raging Mikkel
Mysterious as the insides of a troll
Post by: slim kittens on January 20, 2015, 07:58:34 AM
When a grossling comes along,
You must kill it
Don't let it scream and raise the throng,
You must kill it
If your book hunt's going wrong,
You must kill it
Now stomp it, into mush
Shape it up
Get straight
Go forward
Move ahead
Try to detect it
It's not too late to kill it
Kill it dead!
Post by: Unwary on January 23, 2015, 06:12:58 PM
It's the last dance, ladies and gentlemen. All bets are off.
It's not a smooth dance nor a fast one.
It's a slow waltz, to the tunes of a crumbling world.
It's the last dance, all the way down to the bone
It's our new pace now, sitting on the sidelines.
Till the darkness washes us into new steps.
It's a catchy beat, with it's own time.
but now we dance so close together.
Also hello there everyone!
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on January 23, 2015, 08:19:27 PM
The Halls of the Dead
There is anguish and grief
In the Halls of the Dead
So many have fallen
So many have fled
Where now is our hope?
Where now is the day?
The sun once so bright now
Has faded away
We once were in flower
We once were in Spring
We once ruled the planet
We once were the kings
Our works once so mighty
Are crumbling to ash
Not one is left whole now
Destroyed by the Rash
Brought low by of all things
The tiniest germ
We crouch in the darkness
As humble as worms
There is anguish and grief
In the Halls of the Dead
So many have fallen
So many have fled
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on January 25, 2015, 02:19:46 AM
Song of the Survivors
Small flickers of light
In the midst of the dark
The world is against us
So cold and so stark
But we live
Though Troll or Beast may take us
Giants with many faces
Starvation, ruined places
This world can never break us
For we live
Humanity will make it
It’s our world and we’ll take it
To its roots we will shake it
Strip it down ’til it’s naked
For we live
As we pursue our quarry
For vengeance and for glory
There’s nothing makes us worry
The skalds will sing our story
For we live
Post by: slim kittens on January 25, 2015, 01:29:04 PM
Oh WoN't YoU cOmE, jUsT a LiTTlE bIt ClOsEr?
pLeAsE PlEaSe pLeAsE PlEaSe teLL mE tHaT yOu'Re GoNNa
NoW tHe GrOssLiNgS wOn'T mInD, aNd ThE gIaNtS wOn'T mInD
If YoUr CaUtIoN lEaVeS yOuR mInD aNd GeT cAreLeSS jUsT oNe tImE,
WhOa-Oh...SAY YoU wiLL.....
Post by: Richard Weir on January 25, 2015, 02:23:12 PM
All our heros, led by Sigrun of course,
WE WILL KILL YOU
BOOM BOOM *CLAP*
BOOM BOOM *CLAP*
Buddy you're a young troll, small troll
Think you're gonna spy on us and you just slink away?
Your slime is a trace, you big disgrace
Somebody's gonna follow you back to your place
We will, we will KILL YOU *CLAP* BOOM BOOM *CLAP*
We will, we will KILL YOU *CLAP* BOOM BOOM *CLAP*
Buddy you're troll, hiding in your hole,
Think you're gonna leap out and have us for lunch today?
Got a smile on your face? You big disgrace
Your gigglin' echoes all over the place
We will, we will KILL YOU *CLAP* BOOM BOOM *CLAP*
We will, we will KILL YOU *CLAP* BOOM BOOM *CLAP*
Buddy you're a big troll, old troll
King of the nest, gonna make it to giant one day?
Got blood on your face? You big disgrace
Let this Norwegian put you back in your place.
We will, we will KILL YOU *CLAP* BOOM BOOM *CLAP*
We will, we will KILL YOU *CLAP* BOOM BOOM *CLAP*
Everybody
We will, we will KILL YOU *CLAP* BOOM BOOM *CLAP*
We will, we will KILL YOU....
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on January 25, 2015, 02:35:52 PM
We Are the Cleansers
Kill them with fire
Burn out the nests
Then let the winter
Take care of the rest
Send in the cats
And mop-up crews
Put up the walls and
Burn out what’s left
So nothing gets through
And the cycle goes
On and on and
On and on and
We are the Cleansers of the land
And nothing that fights us will stand
We are the Cleansers
We are the Cleansers
No Troll can beat us cause
We are the Cleansers
Of the land
Post by: FinnishViking on January 25, 2015, 02:58:15 PM
for their fight for survival in their small villages.
"Tempered is our steel, Sharp is our
blade. Giants will fall, beasts shall
tremble the brawl. Our warriors
are brave, Hard are their hits, soon
they will the enemy blitz.
Strike with iron, Strike with swords
Don't let them run, Cut them down.
Soon will only you stand, solum and
grand. You will be remembered, for
you your enemies dismembered.
You may fall to ground, from an trolls
wound, but there will be songs of you
when we drink our brew.
Strike with iron, Strike with swords
Don't let them run, Cut them down.
Post by: Unwary on January 28, 2015, 03:27:14 PM
Darkness is a fickle friend
sometimes it hides what we cannot face
others we must face when we cannot hide
do not trust it
Mercy is a lying beggar
it stays our hands, to spare the slain
only for them to rise and slay again
do not give it
Death a constant companion
never far behind, it hunts in our steps
until it ends it's hunt and we step no more
do not fear it
Kindness is a heavy burden
for others we give all we have
until our last is taken
do not forget it
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on January 31, 2015, 02:51:17 AM
“Down the Hall”
Walking the halls
To find a troll in here
What is it I hear?
Scritch scritch scratch
Down the hall it
Seems so small I’ll
Kill it
Hack and slash
On my way back
To grab a big book stack
But where is Lalli?
Scritch scritch scratch
Down the hall it
Seems so small I’ll
Kill it
Hack and slash
Grosslings
Money
Hack job
Dumb Swede
Ok now
I’ve gotta take out this guy
Only then
Can I meet Lalli’s big eyes
Sigrun too
Might think some better of me
Maybe Mikkel
Won’t try to go and prank me
Cancer
Bandage
Hair spray
Pancakes
Walking the halls
To find a troll in here
And it sounds so clear
Scritch scritch scratch
Down the hall it
Seems so small I’ll
Kill it
Hack and slash
Pg 259
“Splurking”
Now something in me wants
To run away with all speed
Pure instinct
I can’t think
It’s just a little troll
I know I have to kill it
My duty
It haunts me
Abandoned by my friend
I’m all alone again
(Arrogance unlike confidence is my best defense against all those laughing at me)
I take one step, no more
And down it pours!
Splurking in my hair
So sticky do I feel
Whoa, is that a jaw?
It stings but I won’t squeal
Post by: slim kittens on January 31, 2015, 08:33:20 PM
BEHIND BLUE EYES
No one knows what it's like
To be the scared man, to be the dead man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hunted, and confronted
Taken by surprise
But my dreams, they weren't as empty
As my future seems to be
I have seconds, only seconds
My voice is frozen, it's hard to see
Post by: slim kittens on January 31, 2015, 08:34:30 PM
We've had several entries for Queen, here's the Eagles "Desperado". This one's a bit of a downer, I'm afraid.
It's all fun and games until somebody remembers who they were.
DESOLATION
DesolAtiOn, wHy do yOu add to OuR yEArninG?
ouR hUnGer is bUrnIng US, dOwN to the bOne
Our LIfe is sO LOng, dEspIte all it's dAngers,
wE'Re MeLDed with StrAngErs bUt wE're Always alone
I'm sURre I hAd a NAme oncE,
someTImes I stiLL remember...
a home and kids...i thInk so, anyway...
a nOrmal life, then we were hurled
inTo this COld and SILent worLd
I'd pray for all of them, if I could pray...
AnD yOu HunTErs....yes YOU who bURn uS with fIRe
our pAiN and deSIRE keeP us HOT on yOur tRail
dO nOt forSAKE us...are we unremembered?
We lONg to disMEMber you, and hope that we fail
YoU wALk the eArTh in WaRm sunSHINE,
WhILe wE sleep in oUr nEstS of sLIme
as I reCaLL, i UsEd to LIke the day...
We're LOSing aLL our SANity,
mY mEmORies; I feel them SLiP...awAYy...
dOn't forGeT us...YouR sIreS who wEnt on beFOre you
the pEOple who bORe you are LIving here sTill
we may be monsters...aH, but WE still reMEMber...
we nEEd yOu to FeeD us
we pRAy you reLEASe us
we nEEd you aNd HATE you...and we wait for you still...
Post by: Brandenfascher on February 02, 2015, 02:55:29 PM
Page 256
Author: Brandenfascher
--To the tune of Schoolhouse Rock's "I'm just a Bill"--
I'm just a nest
Yes, I am only a nest
And I hope I don't seem much like a pest
There's a lot of book hoarders
Who explore my rooms freely
If one gets much too close
It might turn out that they feed me
But I know I should be fed someday
At least I hope and pray that I will
It's been 10 years since I've had my fill
Post by: Sutremaine on February 02, 2015, 09:28:52 PM
page 259Just looked up the original, and the mood of the song is not at all what I expected (and nor are the lyrics -- the SSSS version is almost an original). I was expecting something darker-sounding.
We've had several entries for Queen, here's the Eagles "Desperado". This one's a bit of a downer, I'm afraid.
It's all fun and games until somebody remembers who they were.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 06, 2015, 06:17:58 AM
Here's a couple from Pg 263:
Where in the World is Lalli Hotakainen?
[Rockapella's "Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?"]
He was dragged off
On this trip
By his little cousin Tuuri
He was up all last night scouting
With his eyes all glowing (Neat!)
Now he sneaked off
Somewhere upstairs
And since then nobody's seen him
Tell me
Where in the world is
Lalli Hotakainen
Well from Finland
To Norway
He'll fight grosslings
His way
Though they go
From Malmo
To Svalbard
And back
=
“Ashes Again”
["Dust in the Wind", Kansas]
Burn it down
All my world engulfed in flames
That comfort me
Fires burn out
And the wind stirs up what’s left
So I can see
Ashes again
All I have are
Ashes again
Tend the nest
Trying to hold on to what
Is left of me
The Cleansers’ fire
Turns all of my hard work into
Futility
Ashes again
All I have are
Ashes again
Sparks remain
Sheltered in the cinders but
They soon go cold
The colors fade
Only grays where once were
Reds, blues and gold
Ashes again
All I have are
Ashes again
Ashes again
Everything now
Ashes again
Post by: Brandenfascher on February 06, 2015, 11:47:13 AM
-Parody of "We didn't start the fire"-
Badass Sigrun, Lalli in a strange land,
Killin', burnin', failed Danish invasion.
Folks from Scandinavia, book-lootin' mania,
Don't miss, 'cause then, trolls will be slaverin'.
Pyrotechnics,
Torbjörn will be quite vexed.
Scary troll, blown away, what else do I have to say?
We DID start the fire.
Now the trolls are burning, and my stomach's turning.
We DID start the fire.
Emil had to light it, 'cause the trolls can't fight it.
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-Parody of "Let it go"-
Singing: Let it burn, let it burn. put the ashes in an urn.......I
don't care what they're going to spray, whether water or foam, this
stuff is gonna burn down anyway
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...Emil, Swede's-son, stands in shadows
Between shield-sister and trollish death
From steadfast breast he pulls the fire
The Loki-fire, trickster-fire,
The fire that heals unquiet dead.
As serpents hiss he gives the boon
that all troll-kind crave; with eagle eye
and steady hand he casts the fire;
True to his teachers, Emil Swede's-son
Feeds troll a feast that pleased them both.
And what rich prize did Man give Troll!
No king of old in hallowed feast hall
Ever gave a gift like this!
Post by: slim kittens on February 06, 2015, 02:23:39 PM
I wouldn't worry too much about Lalli.
LALLI BE FAST
Way down in southern Finland in the firs and bogs,
There stood a little cabin made of earth and logs.
Lalli Hotakainen grew up in the woods,
And turned into a scout who was fast and good.
He never, ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could locate a troll just by the feel and the smell.
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! Lalli be fast!
He hung out in the forest with a bunch of cats,
And learned the finer points of doing this and thats.
They taught him to hunt and how to fight,
And how to use his vision in the low, low light.
They gave him his cat-name and I'm here to say,
He's a V.I.C. member to this very day.
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! Lalli be fast!
His mother told him, "Someday you will be a mage,
Your grossling-hunting skills will take you center stage.
And people will travel from miles around,
To watch you stealing cookies when the sun go down
So learn to tread quick and learn to tread light,
And Lalli be fast tonight." Hey, hey, hey...
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! (kit-ty kit-ty) Go Lalli go!
Go! Lalli be fast!
kit-ty kit-ty - scat on Chuck Berry's guitar riff
V.I.C - Very Important Cat
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 06, 2015, 08:05:07 PM
Sigrun said no shooting
So I cut them with my knife
But they still attacked me
And I fought them for my life
They all tried to kill me
And what’s worse
They gooped my hair
Now I’ll turn and
Burn down this whole lair
All the burning pages
That are floating
After me
All that lovely money
But it wasn’t
Meant to be
Every tome we left behind
Just makes the burning grow
Burning pages
Now it’s time to go
Lalli went and left me
In the hall a while ago
Maybe this will help him
These lighters that I throw
I just hope he joins us
From what place
He may have gone
All I know is
It’s time to move on
All the burning pages
That are floating
After me
All that lovely money
But it wasn’t
Meant to be
Every tome we left behind
Just makes the burning grow
Burning pages
Now it’s time to go
Fear is past and I can
See the grossling bearing down
Toss the starters at it and
Say, “Try to eat this, clown!”
As they go off all at
Once the shock
Knocks me away
Well I had no
Reason left to stay
All the burning pages
That are floating
After me
All that lovely money
But it wasn’t
Meant to be
Every tome we left behind
Just makes the burning grow
Burning pages
Now it’s time to go
Original: "Burning Bridges", The Mike Curb Congregation
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 08, 2015, 06:47:09 PM
“Ceilin’ Crawlin’ People Eater”
Well I heard the thing
Scritchin’ down the hall
Usin’ one of its claws
To scritch across the wall
A jaw fell on me
And I looked up to see
A troll crawlin’ on the ceilin’
Just above me
It was a
Slack-jawed
Big-mawed
Ceilin’ Crawlin’ People Eater
Slack-jawed
Big-mawed
Ceilin’ Crawlin’ People Eater
Slack-jawed
Big-mawed
Ceilin’ Crawlin’ People Eater
What a sight to see!
So I dodged its fall
As it fell down low
And I hit it with my lantern
And it screeched like so
I lit out runnin’
Thought I was home free
When another people eater
Jumped out at me!
It was a
Six-armed
Thick-tailed
Spider-Lizard People Eater
Six-armed
Thick-tailed
Spider-Lizard People Eater
Six-armed
Thick-tailed
Spider-Lizard People Eater
Jumpin’ out at me!
Well, I cut off its arms
But it didn’t slow down
So I knifed it in the neck
As it knocked me down
I called out, “Sigrun
Will you please help me?”
And Sigrun chopped its head off
Just as clean as could be
She killed the
Six-armed
Thick-tailed
Spider-Lizard People Eater
Six-armed
Thick-tailed
Spider-Lizard People Eater
Six-armed
Thick-tailed
Spider-Lizard People Eater
Tryin’ to eat me!
Well, she told me to run
And she turned to go
But I told her to wait
And I grabbed what I’d stowed
Popped the cap on the flask
And started pourin’ it out
And ran to follow Sigrun
From the thing with the mouth
Away from
Slack-jawed
Big-mawed
Ceilin’ Crawlin’ People Eaters
Slack-jawed
Big-mawed
Ceilin’ Crawlin’ People Eaters
Slack-jawed
Big-mawed
Ceilin’ Crawlin’ People Eaters
What a sight to see!
When we got far enough
I grabbed my bandoleer
I pulled the four igniters
And I threw them clear
The great big People Eater
Chasin’ after us
Got caught in an explosion
That blew it to dust!
Good bye to
Slack-jawed
Big-mawed
Ceilin’ Crawlin’ People Eaters
Slack-jawed
Big-mawed
Ceilin’ Crawlin’ People Eaters
Slack-jawed
Big-mawed
Ceilin’ Crawlin’ People Eaters
Now you can’t eat me!
…And Sheb Wooley is rolling in his grave.
Post by: Sunflower on February 08, 2015, 11:52:36 PM
(Yes, it's true: Mike Curb served as Lt. Gov. of my great state, the *first* time Jerry Brown was governor... when they both had lots of hair and Brown was dating Linda Ronstadt. Hey, it was the '70s. Crazy times.)
BTW, LooNEY_DAC: What (if anything) are "Down the Hall" and "Splurking" based on? I grew up rock'n'roll-deprived.
“Burning Pages”
Sigrun said no shooting
So I cut them with my knife
But they still attacked me
And I fought them for my life
They all tried to kill me
And what’s worse
They gooped my hair
Now I’ll turn and
Burn down this whole lair
All the burning pages
That are floating
After me
All that lovely money
But it wasn’t
Meant to be
Every tome we left behind
Just makes the burning grow
Burning pages
Now it’s time to go...
Original: "Burning Bridges", The Mike Curb Congregation
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 09, 2015, 12:14:11 AM
BTW, LooNEY_DAC: What (if anything) are "Down the Hall" and "Splurking" based on? I grew up rock'n'roll-deprived.
I was in the USAF (warning: a lot of my stories start this way) from 2000-2006. My working environment surrounded me with mostly males of 18-22 years of age, and a good many of them liked to listen to "Alternative" Rock at work, which was allowed. So I heard a lot of music I wouldn't have sought out on my own, but did not necessarily dislike. The two filks you mentioned are based off of songs I encountered then: "Down the Hall" is based on "By the Way" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and "Splurking" is based on "Crawling" by Linkin Park. I just thought the songs fitted the mood I was trying to set.
Post by: Sunflower on February 09, 2015, 12:33:58 AM
Wood creaks and groans
Shadows twist and turn
Beastly words and beastly moans
Let the fires burn
Sparks fall on floors
Flames crackle in turn
Spread on walls and spread on doors
Let the fires burn
So
Burn away the darkness
Burn away the night
Burn away the ashes
Leave only dust and light
Cleanser now behold
Cleanser now you see
No more are the ruins old
Now that the flames are free
Halls stretch and loom
With each twist and turn
Full of death and full of doom
Let the fires burn
Flames race ahead
Beasts in every turn
Full of fear and full of dead
Let the fires burn
So
Burn away the darkness
Burn away the night
Burn away the ashes
Leave only dust and light
Cleanser now behold
Cleanser now you see
No more are the ruins old
Now that the flames are free
Wood snaps and pops
Beasts tapped in turn
Their howl sounds and their howl stops
Let the fires burn
Safe now at last
There we won't return
With our books and with our past
So let the fires burn
Post by: Sunflower on February 09, 2015, 12:51:27 AM
Here are some quatrains from p. 264 in the spirit of the macabre Little Willie rhymes (http://ruthlessrhymes.com/category/little_willies/history-of-little-willies), which got some of the highest upvotes all weekend. The brilliant elebenty started it, and provided this model:
Willie saw some dynamite,
Didn't understand it quite.
Curiosity seldom pays.
It rained Willie seven days.
Little Emil full of spite,
Fed the troll lit dynamite.
I wasn't there, but legend says
It rained dentipede several days.
Mogram
The dentipede is pretty dead-
It now has very little head
Because Emil blew up its face
...at least, we hope this is the case...
If we're to accurately gauge,
We'll have to wait till Monday's page
elebenty
Brave Sigrun heard Emil's cry
and decapitated raptor-guy.
As befits two generals' daughter,
she excels in leadership... and slaughter.
corncobman
Emil, Emil, don't despair.
At least you still have all your hair.
You didn't keep it all that clean
But you blew the thing to smithereens
Incanus01
Fire roared and flames licked high,
explosion tore towards the sky,
while debris and shrapnel flies,
and slimy troll in fire dies.
Stood Emil there amidst the storm,
unharmed (well mostly) was his form,
while Sigrun always quick on feet,
ran out so graceful, agile, fleet,
and best of all in this affair,
was that unscathed was Emil's hair.
Kyll
And where was Lalli in this mess?
Out scouting out the whole troll nest
while outside, Catbus crew awaits
the aftermath? The building shakes
as blazing bursts echo loud
and probably attracts a crowd
of trolls yet lurking deep within--
Their prospects now look pretty slim...
Mogram
Those hand grenades, when Emil lobbed them,
Solved the monster's dental problem;
And our heroes both have shown their valour
Sending the monster to Valhalla.
I bet they'd kill Emillion more
If they were scratching at the door
But often she who Sigruns away
Shall live to fight another day!
Post by: Sunflower on February 09, 2015, 12:55:18 AM
The author's comment:
Oh well, this isn't finished or complete - I don't know if I'll finish it etc...
Cleanserbianca
Emil ran 'cross the burning floor,
As he and Sigrun fled,
The flames licked up the corridor,
And o'er the monstrous dead.
Still beautiful and bright he sparked,
Lord of this firestorm,
His hair still gleamed out in the dark,
Atop his handsome form.
The flames rolled on; on did they go,
Without, to safety where,
The CatTank, in the square below,
Could get them out of there.
He yelled, "Hey Sigrun, you know that's,
The best I could have done!"
His boss said naught, they made like bats,
She gripped her knife and gun.
"Hey, Sigrun," Emil yelled again,
"You must agree it's so!"
But Sigrun essayed no reply,
And onward did they go.
Sweat on his brow, and partly spent,
Blood in his sparkling hair,
He looked to get acknowledgement,
He hadn't fouled up there.
He shouted out aloud once more,
"Oh boss, what can I say?"
And then they bolted out the door,
And to the 'Tank made way.
Then burst the flames in splendour wild,
And burned the roof on high,
And streamed through where the books were piled,
Their valued leaves to fry.
Post by: slim kittens on February 09, 2015, 01:13:14 AM
by Tuuri Hotakainen (and The Who)
GOIN' MOBILE
We're dodging trolls,
And when we gotta bug out
We do it mobile
When we're out there grabbing books
And we take it on the run
We go mobile
Keep on movin'
We've got military treads,
We don't even need a road
When we're mobile
We can stop in any street
And flame the grosslings that we meet
When we're mobile
Keep on movin'
Out in the woods
Or in the city
It's all the same to us
When we're drivin' free, the cat's our home
When we're mobile
Hee, hoo!
Mew mew!
If you're caught out in the street,
And you need a quick retreat
Make it mobile
We've got cannons, we've got beds
And a fearsome set of treads
When we're mobile
Keep on movin'
Keep on movin'
Almost 20
Trolls pursuin'
And there's plenty
Come on move now
Movin'
Keep on movin', yeah
Keep on movin', movin', movin', yeah
Movin', Yeah
Mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, ...
We don't care about destruction
We're metal-shrouded soldiers
That's part of a cleanser's function
Watch the giants and the grosslings smoulder
We're mobile
Oooooh, yeah, hee!
Mobile, mobile, mobile yeah
I really can hear Roger Daltrey singing this.
Post by: corncobman on February 10, 2015, 05:02:05 AM
Behold the fiery plume of acrid smoke...
A missing member is no joke.
We hope that he will soon appear,
Before we drive right out of here.
Lalli where on earth art thou?
We need to get a move on now!
We hope the beasts did not get you
If they did we'll turn them to glue!
We'll set Emil on them like a hound.
We'll blow them all into the ground.
If instead you're in the tank,
We'll have our lucky stars to thank.
Surely slept not in the troll nest
As that idea is not the best.
Get out now while you still can,
Before the trolls do eat you man.
We hope you weren't in the blast.
If you were we'd be aghast.
Please don't be a cloud of ash.
After the explosive building crash...
Come out for a cookie, cat,
Surely you'd come out for that?
If you went in only to die.
We would despair and endlessly cry.
and the follow-up:
At last the Cat has revealed himself
And he hasn't come to any harm
He bounded from the window shelf
Then safely lands in Mikkel's arms
Lalli's trust is all but shot
Deathly is the Kitty's glare
Emil's words will save him not
Nor even will his pretty hair
Post by: slim kittens on February 11, 2015, 12:26:54 AM
For Emil, from Elton John
SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALRIGHT FOR FRYING
It's getting late have you seen my mate?
Can you tell me where the cat-boy's gone?
The book-hunting rules were just for fools
And now I find myself alone
My captain's gone AWOL in a troll-stabbing frenzy,
And kitty-boy, he don't care
I've ruined my looks for the sake of some books,
A fist full of dust in my hair
Don't give me one of your toothpicks, Sigrun
I'm gonna use my dynamite,
Saturday night's alright for frying
Time to brighten up the night
Spread enough oil for a North Sea platform,
Gonna set this place alight
This kind of fight is the fight I like
And Saturday night's alright alright alright
Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for a path to lead me to the light
Trapped between the spider and the denti-troll
I toss some sticks and yell out "fire in the hole"!
A couple of things that I really hate,
Is a trail of slime and a cat that's late
Right now I really need to get some rest,
And not hear "Wasn't that the AWESOMEST!?"
Don't give me one of your toothpicks, Sigrun
I'm gonna use my dynamite,
Saturday night's alright for frying
Time to brighten up the night
Spread enough oil for a North Sea platform,
Gonna set this place alight
This kind of fight is the fight I like
And Saturday night's alright alright alright
Post by: corncobman on February 11, 2015, 01:11:45 AM
Fleeing the fire the group races.
From which many a troll chases.
Awoken trolls in the distance screech,
Hopefully they are all out of reach.
The cat, first in, seeks a bed to hide under,
The tank laden with the spoils of plunder.
Tuuri guides the group right out of range
But her map reading is quite strange.
Relief is plainly on the messy Swede,
Their escape was quite lucky indeed.
The team's captain, the most best:
Surprise! "Wasn't that the AWESOMEST!?!"
Recovery may take many weeks.
If in doubt, slap Emil on the cheeks.
Lalli may no longer be Emil's friend,
And it all better be worth it in the end...
Post by: Brandenfascher on February 11, 2015, 04:28:07 PM
Parody of "Still Alive" by Jonathan Coulton
---------------
It was a triumph.
Sigrun made a note here:
AWESOMEST!
It's hard to overstate her satisfaction
Stand still, stay silent.
They do what they must, because they can.
For the good of all the books
except the ones that got burnt
But there's no sense dying over every mistake
They'll just keep on fighting as their lives are at stake
As their scavenge gets done, they avoid shooting guns
'Cause they still have a plan: Stay alive.
She's not even angry.
She's being so sincere right now.
Although Emil burned the books to rubbish
And tore trolls to pieces
And set the whole building up in fire
As they burned it's sucks because
There were so many more books.
Now while Sigrun's going off and feeling in prime
They are out of trouble, as we think at this time
So they're glad it got burned
think of all the funds they earned
for the people who are still alive
They're already leaving
For now they prefer to stay outside
Maybe they'll find someone else to help them
Maybe it's Braidy!
That was a joke. It's just Onni.
Anyway, these cookies rock
Lalli just can't get enough.
Look at them, still resting after their derring-do
When that troll exploded they're glad they haven't too
While their journey isn't done, Sigrun will have lot's of "Fun"
Searching for books while they're still alive.
And believe them they are still alive
They're killing trolls and they are still alive
Sigrun's fantastic and they're still alive
And while the trolls burn they are still alive
And when they're dead others are still alive
Still alive
Still alive
Post by: slim kittens on February 12, 2015, 09:07:32 PM
For Emil, from Cat Stevens
BIG GROSSLING
Oh, I'm bein' hunted by a big grossling,
Big grossling, big grossling.
Running and hiding from a big grossling,
Big grossling, big grossling.
And if I ever lose my light,
I can't see, and I can't fight
And if I ever lose my light,
Away a hey, hey hey hey
I'll just have to scream lots more.
And if I ever shake this thing,
I will dance and I will sing.
And if I ever shake this thing,
Away a hey, hey hey hey
I'll never hunt books no more.
Oh, I'm bein' hunted by a big grossling,
Big grossling, big grossling.
Dodgin' the drippin' of a big grossling,
Big grossling, big grossling.
And if I ever lose my hair,
Think I'll cry, or think I'll care?
And if I ever lose my hair,
Away a hey, hey hey hey
I won't want to live no more.
I think the grossling lost it's mouth,
All it's teeth, north and south,
I think the grossling lost it's mouth,
Away a hey, hey hey hey
I'm gonna puke...
[instrumental break]
Is anyone trying to find me?
I can't wait for the light.
If nobody comes to help me,
I'll never make it through the night
Oh, I'm bein' hunted by a big grossling,
Big grossling, big grossling.
Duckin' and divin' from a big grossling,
Big grossling, big grossling.
Big grossling, big grossling.
Big grossling, big grossling.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 13, 2015, 12:17:00 AM
For @slim kittens
“The Cat-Tank Went Down to Kastrup”
The Cat-Tank went down to Kastrup
They were lookin’ for some books to loot
So they sent a scout
To try to suss ‘em out
And the grosslings wouldn’t give a hoot
The Captain picked their target
Once the scout was safely back
They lit out
And Mikkel big and stout
Popped the door for ’em with a crack
And there wouldn’t you know it
Was a cold and dark Death Room
Got Emil scared
But Sigrun shared,
“It’s just a big ol’ tomb”
They pressed on down the hallway and
They found books in a room
Emil & Sigrun took
Each a stack of books
But Lalli only one volume
Tuuri asked, “Can I see?”
But mighty Mikkel shook his head
“Go by the protocol
Or not at all
Less’en you want to be dead.”
Lalli curled up to take a nap
When they came back for more
And Emil wanted Mikkel
So it wouldn’t be a chore
But then ol’ Lalli
Heard the little
Skitter from the hole
And Emil said to Sigrun,
“There’s a troll!”
The Captain looked at Emil and
She said, “Let’s KILL IT DEAD,
But use your knife
To take its life
So there’s no others up ahead.”
And she sprinted to the Death Room
And Lalli sneaked off on his own
And Emil cussed him out
With a muffled shout
Cause now he was all alone
So after fifteen minutes Emil
Heard a little scratch
But when his hair got slimed
His eyeline climbed
To spot the troll ready to snatch
Emil
Hit it with the lantern
In the face
Then he tried to run
Out of this place
Spider-Lizard jumped him
From the side
Emil fought it off and
For Sigrun cried?
Sigrun took the grossling’s head
And got Emil to his feet
She told him, “Run!”
But Emil’s fun
Was not nearly complete
Emil poured his flask out
And he grabbed his four grenades
He threw them true
And then they blew
Like a great big cannonade
The boom
Broke out every window
On the block
Mikkel turned, his face
Just full of shock
“Tuuri, get her started!
It’s time to go!
Sigrun, Emil--Hey
Where’s Lalli though?”
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 13, 2015, 12:55:25 PM
“On the Fly”
It was a giant
That Lalli took note of
On the train
The Dalahasten crew
Leapt into action
Emil grabbed Lalli
To do what he could to
Save his friend
Tried to keep him
Safe from harm
The giant’s finger advanced
But the tunnel freed them
Chopping the finger free
And Miss Hearty Undead
Said to Emil, “Help me!”
And he screamed like a girl
Popped Mis Hearty’s frail skull
With a punch he let loose
On the fly
It started so simply
They were in Mora, “Rainy Town”
Torbjorn Siv and Taru all
Went with them
And Lalli was stubborn
And prayed to the Goddess
Kuutar first
As the moon shone
Down on us
They were so happy, our crew
“With the Moon our risk has
Dropped to seven tonight
So to all our riders we
Shall bid a good night
Don’t forget your bed belts
Or you may be getting welts
As the grosslings attack
On the fly”
Even the trainsaws
Just couldn’t keep out the
Giant’s hand
Breaking through the
Armored steel
To kill them
But then the tunnel
Ripped off the giant
From the train
Leaving only minor wounds
And one compound fractured arm
And the train kept going
Through the night and the storm
And Agneta told them
All, “This isn’t the norm!”
And poor Tuuri missed the “fun”
But the Vasterstroms were done
From the giant that struck
On the fly
And they took out the heads
On the fly
They fought the giant and won
On the fly
They did fantastic and all
On the fly
All thanks to Lalli’s warning
On the fly
And they got through it all right
On the fly
On the fly
On the fly
Post by: slim kittens on February 14, 2015, 12:28:23 AM
"You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them screwing each other over
for a ******* percentage."
Night. The cattank is far from the city, dark and quiet. Emil is suddenly awake, shaking and sweating, gasping for breath.
No faster than this , with all the instrumental breaks, jaggedness and dissonance.
Mood oscillates between calm and near-hysteria.
Emil, courtesy of Elton John and ReturnofDaveBro who said, "Always steal from the best", so I did.
MADMEN TO THE SLAUGHTER
I can see very well
Our captain's dead in a pool of slime
And I can see it very well
On my feet, in the street, I just stare
The cattank's torn and the crew is gone
I wonder, do you even care?
Once I thought of a part I could play,
Helping to burn the scourge away.
Was it foolishness to ever think that way?
Things look so very different today.
"I hope this crew is better than it looks,
Or we lose our one chance to get some books."
When the cleansers come, they should come to stay,
Not just grab some books and run away
Is it really knowledge that you're after?
Are we the price to be paid for this disaster?
[Take deep breaths. Slow down. Carry on.]
I can hear very well
It's the same old song playing eons long,
And I can hear it very well
Flesh and bone, on our own, we're so few
We're the future face of the human race
Is this really what you meant to do?
The ground is spinning round and I can't feel my face...
"There's no word at all. It's hard to take it.
Are the weirdos back yet? Did they really make it?"
It just seems so wrong to walk away
If I make it home, what can I say?
...or was it just the money you were after?
Were we the means to retrieve the things that matter?
This is WAY darker than I think Minna intends to take it. Just chalk it up to Emil's PTSD.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 14, 2015, 01:56:15 AM
“Kastrup”
(from Marty Robbins’ “El Paso”)
Out in the old Danish
Suburb of Kastrup
There roved a Cat-Tank
With looters all filled
Daytime would find them
Exploring the buildings
Trying to find books
But not to be killed
Black were the nights when they
Sent Lalli scouting
Running so fleet he
Would never be caught
Emil was worried
For his skinny Finn friend
Tuuri regretful
But Sigrun was not
Day one a wild foray the three made
Dreaming of all they’d be paid
But in the building
Some trolls there were lairing
The library acted
As excellent bait
So when Emil was
Stalked by a troll as it
Hung from the ceiling
Lured on by scratching
Sounds from further on
Emil struck out and struck
True with his lantern
The troll cried out loud and
Away Emil ran
Another troll jumped out
Six-legged and huge-mouthed
The front pair fell prey
To Emil’s swift blade
But it kept coming
Though Emil stabbed its neck
His only chance was
For help from Sigrun
And Sigrun decapitated the troll
Pulled Emil up from the floor
Sigrun was running
But Emil had one thing
Set in his mind
For the fate of the troll
Emptied his hip flask
Emil grabbed four “lights” and
Truly he threw them
They filled the hall with
Bright fiery death
Anything left in that
Building was worthless
Flames would consume it
‘Til nothing was left
Only one load made
It out to the Cat-Tank
And Lalli got out
But just by a breath
As Mikkel gaping said, “Tuuri, let’s go!”
Sigrun brought Emil outside
Lalli jumped out from
A window above them
His fall stopping Emil from
Rushing back in
Mikkel caught Lalli
Who jumped from his arms and
Gave Emil a glare
“You were the one who
Ditched me,” Emil said
They all piled into
The Cat-Tank as it left
Tuuri drove solo
So they could clean off
Emil was coming down
Hard from the action
When Sigrun grabbed him
By both of his cheeks
“That was the AWESOMEST!”
Sigrun yelled at him
“We’ll loot this whole town
And burn out what’s left!”
“Are you with me, Viking Emil?” she said
And Emil smiled weakly and hurled
Mikkel took Sigrun
Put her in the corner
While Lalli looked like
He wanted to hide
They moved on to
Old Kastrup Fort where they
Washed off their clothing
Mikkel and Sigrun
Sat chewing the fat
“Do tell me, Sigrun
Did you sort what you found?”
“A book is a book
They’re all of great worth.”
“I guessed as much from the
Titles you brought me.”
“Why waste our time when
There’s danger about?”
“It might have been worth the
Trouble,” quoth Mikkel
“Who in their right mind
Wants a book on Golf?”
Post by: corncobman on February 14, 2015, 09:54:20 AM
All washed and cleaned and winding down,
Mikkel looks at Sigrun with a frown.
"Did you ever stop to look
At the titles of your looted books?"
"Naah. All of them are worth the same."
"Nope. Golf is such a silly game.
It's probably worth diddly squat."
And their trip may be for naught.
The team would be pretty mad.
If sports books were all they had.
Best take a look at the rest of them,
And find maybe a hidden gem.
Post by: Aprillen on February 14, 2015, 06:07:34 PM
Page 266:
Lalli gets out of his pickle
Landing in the arms of Mikkel,
Turns around and shoots a glare
At the boy with sparkly hair.
Emil, both ashamed and jealous,
Passes blame onto his fellows.
And a filk, posted on page 268 but written for page 267:
Trolls Are Burning
(Based on London's Burning by the Clash)
Trolls are burning! Trolls are burning!
All across the town, all across the night
Tuuri's driving with full headlights
Troll or Beast turn it on, face the situation
Everybody's going to join the conflagration!
Trolls are turning to cinders now!
Trolls are burning, goin' down-down-down-down-down!
I'm up and down the Vestergade, in an' out the lights
The flames are roaring - it's so bright
I can't think of a better way to spend the night
Then running 'round Copenhagen setting trolls alight
Trolls are turning to cinders now!
Trolls are burning, goin' down-down-down-down-down!
Now I'm in the building and I'm looking for the swag
This door leads to this room, this one leads to that
Don't leave me all alone with the giants and the trolls
I'm blowing up the place because that's how I roll
Trolls are turning to cinders now!
Trolls are burning, goin' down-down-down-down-down!
(Reference (http://youtu.be/TCw9_avTlYs))
(Also, I know they are still on Amager, but Vestergade fit so nicely with the original lyrics...)
Post by: Greenwood Goat on February 14, 2015, 07:14:54 PM
Cleanserbianca
The Swede ran 'cross the burning floor,
As he and Sigrun fled,
The flames licked up the corridor,
And o'er the monstrous dead.
Still beautiful and bright he spark'ed,
Lord of this firestorm,
His hair still twinkled in the dark,
Atop his handsome form.
The flames rolled on; on did they go,
Without, to safety where,
The CatTank, in the square below,
Could take them out of there.
He yelled, 'Hey Sigrun, you know that's,
The best I could have done!?'
His boss said naught, they sped like bats,
She gripped her knife and gun.
'Hey, Sigrun,' Emil yelled again,
'You must agree it's so!'
But Sigrun essayed no reply,
And onward did they go.
Sweat on his brow, and partly spent,
Blood in his sparkling hair,
He sought to get acknowledgement,
He hadn't fouled up there.
He shouted out aloud once more,
'Oh boss, what can I say?'
And then they bolted out the door,
And past the Dane made way.
Then, as the flames in rampant flare,
Licked up the roof on high,
They saw they'd left, all unaware,
Their mage inside to fry!
Then came a burst of window glass,
The mage- oh! There was he!
The Dane, below him, caught his ass,
As nicely as can be!
And fast from there, in CatTank fair,
Departed the whole bunch,
And Sigrun cheered, and Lalli glared,
And Emil... lost his lunch.
- the Greenwood Goat
(...Well, strictly speaking, he lost his breakfast, but you know what I mean. >:=)
Post by: slim kittens on February 15, 2015, 04:38:35 PM
After Emil's PTSD episode, I think I should post something about someone who's full of life in the midst of death.
Thanks to Mark Knofler and Dire Straits />Ol' time Rock and Troll...
SONG OF LIFE
Here comes Sigrun, Captain Striking Viking
Be-Bop-A-Lula baby, what she say?
Here comes Sigrun singing battle glory
Fighting in the tunnels, gonna make 'em pay
She got reactions, she got the motions
Oh yeah, the girl can slay
Dedication, devotion
Firing up the night time into day
She sing about the world before the grosslings
She sing about the glory and the strife
She sing the song, she sing the song of life,
She sing the song of life
Here comes Sigrun, gonna sing you stories
Tales about the Norsemen of long ago
She sing about the former and the future glories
She sing about the will to make it so
She got the vision, and emotion
Oh yeah, we've come to stay
Dedication, devotion
Lookin' to the coming of a better day
She sing about the world without the grosslings
She sing about the uses of the knife
She sing the song, she sing the song of life,
She sing the song of life
Here comes Sigrun, Captain Armed and Smiling
"Come on, people, it's the break of day.
Waitin' for the grosslings to come surrender?
I'm afraid it don't work that way."
She got the fire, the motivation
Oh yeah, we've come to stay
Dedication, inspiration
Lookin' to the coming of a better day
And after all the horror and destruction
There's a song above the trouble and the strife
We sing the song, we sing the song of life,
Yeah, we sing the song of life
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 15, 2015, 11:58:28 PM
“The Grossling & the Cat-Tank’s Crew”
Part I
The grossling rested patiently
Waiting for its prey
It nested in a building fair
Far from the light of day
And so it went across the years
It knew no other way
The Cat-Tank rambled merrily
Its crew more than content
An errand of great import was
The reason they’d been sent
To find the Elder Knowledge lost
On Silent Continent
The Captain a great fighter was
The Medic big and strong
The Cleanser a huge firebug
Who often got things wrong
Their Scout a cat in human form
And Tuuri tagged along
Her job was the important one
So I’ll describe it here
She translated and organized
And made everything clear
The mission skald she was, but not
Immune to Rash, I fear
They drove along the Kastrup streets
Until they reached their goal
A building with a library
Which they could plunder whole
But whether tomes in it were sound
Was quite past their control
The grossling looked out on the street
As they went driving by
And only Emil thought to meet
Its single dangling eye
“WeLL hOw pOLiTe oF HiM,” it thought
“He’S sUCh a NiCe yOUng GuY.”
It kept a weather eye on them
As they pulled up at last
The building looked small from outside
But inside it was vast
A monument to all the ones
Who lived there in years past
Already Emil’s nerves did twitch
As they approached the door
When Sigrun laid her rules out he
Just nodded, nothing more
Her recon hadn’t found a nest
So they would probe this floor
When Emil’s light picked up a book
He grabbed it with a cheer
But then it crumbled into dust
Confirming his worst fears
“Our mission’s lost,” he cried out then,
“There’s nothing for us here!”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Post by: corncobman on February 16, 2015, 04:22:20 AM
Ode to Minna.
This comic and the last are such,
I love them both so very much.
I eagerly await each page,
Weekends seem to take an age.
The faces, expression filled,
I feel joyous glee, and deeply thrilled.
Colours splendid, beauteous,
Laughs and fear simultaneous.
Your work, majesty to behold,
My attention you have long controlled.
Your comics are golden treasure.
My days you fill with such pleasure,
Weekdays bring such joy to me.
Each panel a delight you see.
Minna Sundberg I love you,
And every single thing you do.
----------------------------------------
Today:
Tuuri isn't thrilled to cede,
This book her job it is to read.
Indeed this one book has a raft
Of notes on rashes, photographed.
Its true worth remains unknown.
Or even if they'll get it home.
Fortunate, that their scout did act,
To bring these records out intact.
Woeful be their trip and dire,
If other such books were on fire.
But for right now let's relax,
And give the cat-man cookie snacks.
Post by: Sunflower on February 16, 2015, 03:08:12 PM
Ode to Minna.
This comic and the last are such,
I love them both so very much.
I eagerly await each page,
Weekends seem to take an age. ...
Weekdays bring such joy to me.
Each panel a delight you see.
Minna Sundberg I love you,
And every single thing you do.
I'm waiting for the day somebody does a Minna-centric version of "We Love You Conrad" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYRkPJC2_W0) from Bye Bye Birdie.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 17, 2015, 12:11:29 AM
“The Grossling & the Cat-Tank’s Crew”
Part II
As Emil cried out in despair
Unmoved was our Sigrun
She told him, “Don’t be silly, man!
We’ve scarcely just begun!
There’s treasures vast out there to find,
So come along, young one!”
They found a hidden library
After the big Death Room
Now Emil wanted nothing more
Than to escape the gloom
“I really don’t like this,” quoth he
“It’s too much like a tomb!”
They quickly fetched a single load
And brought it to Mikkel
And Emil thought the big Dane should
Help with the next as well
But Lalli sensed a grossling spy
“It’s in the vents? Do tell!”
As Mikkel kept his weary watch
The grossling spied on him
And Tuuri in the Cat-Tank stayed
Her hopes once high now dim
Two very tasty morsels these
But not at risk of limb
The others had split up inside
Despite Emil’s protest
His instincts jangled but he thought
The Captain knows what’s best
When Sigrun looked in the Death Hall
She quickly found a nest
“The noob was right,” she knew at once
And slipped back through the maze
But Emil all alone faced two
The Six-Legs and Toothface
She took the head of one and he
Went back to Cleansers’ ways
A great explosion rocked the street
The grossling shrieked in fear
And Mikkel called out to Tuuri
The time to go was near
He then asked Emil and Sigrun
“Why isn’t Lalli here?”
When Emil shouted for Lalli
And tried to go back in
The cat-boy through a window leapt
Wherever had he been?
He landed in the Dane’s broad grasp
And glared at Emil then
The grossling watched the Cat-Tank go
So things were looking up
The house across was all in flames
Thanks to that Emil pup
It thought, ‘I’d rATheR MiSs A mEaL
ThaN HaVe iT BurN mE uP!’
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 17, 2015, 12:31:59 AM
“Mora”
from “Mary”, by G.M. Cohan
They went to
Mora
Mora
Because it was
On the way
But they took
Emil’s kit
Yes all of it
What could
He say?
For it was
Mora
Mora
Capital of
Sweden’s land
A loyal
Swede was he
A Cleanser, see?
But his kit
Was
Banned
And so in
Mora
Mora
Emil fixed up
Lalli’s hair
And they walked
As it’s free
“Bye, horsies!”
Said
Tuuri Fair
They were in
Mora
Mora
Window shopping
All the way
But Torbjorn
Would complain
To be a pain
On this so
Nice
Day
Post by: corncobman on February 17, 2015, 02:00:02 AM
Sleep Not So Easy
The Cat and the Hair tucked up in bed,
Potential they have for neither are dead.
Juicier spots, what do you mean Sigrun?
Is this your idea of having fun?
The sparkles are back for the lucky Swede.
Much sleeping and dreaming and sparkling indeed.
Disorganised and impulsive our youngest two,
But nevertheless valuable members of crew.
Lalli has a much determined face.
Perhaps a certain red-head he intends to trace.
After all that has happened to our merry band.
No rest for the tired cat. Onward to dream land...
----------------------------------------------------
Hair glorious hair, with apologies to Oliver the musical
Is it worth the waiting for,
If we live till eighty-four
All we ever get is mud,
Every day we say our prayers
Will they change the whole affair?
Still we get the same troll blood
There's not a spot of gel
Can we find can we loot can we borrow or sell,
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill,
When we all close our eyes and imagine,
Hair, glorious hair!
Hot sparkles and showers!
While it’s in the air
Cold stylistic powers!
Combs, brushes and shampoo
What next is the notion?
Cat gentlemen have it, boys
Dreams in motion!
Hair glorious hair
What is there more handsome
Combed, puffy or waved
Still worth a king’s ransom
What is it we dream about?
What brings on a sigh?
Sparking Swedish hair three feet high
Hair glorious hair
We’re anxious to get clean
3 stylings a day
Our favourite routine
Just picture a great big quiff, glimmering and bare
Oh hair marvelous hair
Wonderful hair
Magical hair
Fabulous hair
Beautiful hair
Glorious haaaaaaiiiiiiiir!
Post by: corncobman on February 18, 2015, 04:41:27 AM
Dreamland Dance (Based on Dustbowl Dance by Mumford and Sons)
The cat man squats on the edge of his rock
The days were short and the Braidy was gone
There was no one in the trees and no one in the field
This hazy glowing land had given all it could yield
I've been whisked from my land at the age of nineteen
And I have no idea where else my heart could have been
I placed all my trust at my cousin Tuuri
And now I am sure my heart can never be free
So collect your courage and collect your cat
And pray you never feel this same kind of combat
Seal my heart and break my pride
I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body, my mind
To face what I can and try my find
Well you are my comrade, now look at my face
Your hair and face reeks, result from the chase
So one man has and another has not
How can you love what it is you have got
When you took it all from the cold hands of the dead?
Liars and thieves you know not what is ahead
There will come a time I will look in your eye
You will pray to the mage that you've always denied
Then I'll go out back and I'll do my spell
I'll say, "You haven't heard me, I never do tell"
Seal my heart and break my pride
I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body, my mind
To face what I can and try my find
Seal my heart and break my pride
I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body, my mind
To face what I can and try my find
Well, yes sir, yes sir, yes, it was me
I know what I've done, 'cause I know what I've seen
I went out back and I did my spell
I said, "You haven't heard me, I never do tell"
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Watching and waiting (aren't we all)
Forlorn is the cat for he missed his greet,
Lost in the water when the hands pulled his feet.
Now the red-haired man is nowhere in sight.
The rest of the dream world are trees and bright light.
A sigh and a look and again a long sigh,
The patient dream kitty hopes he's nearby...
Patiently waiting upon his wet rock,
Looking around like some sort of hawk.
The crazy Norse lady with her loud laughter
Finally got some peace and quiet after
The feline man jumped out of that flame.
Now maybe at last we'll find out his name...
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 19, 2015, 12:25:49 AM
The “Mary Poppins” Prologue Suite
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Norway -- “Keep Granny Safe”
from “Let’s Go Fly a Kite”
Gunnar, please, please do me this boon
I don’t know, we might not have room
We were going to get booze
Not give Granny a cruise
But you’re not listening
Oh, Gunnar, you’re a king!
Please bring Granny back
From her old, run-down shack
See, she’s all alone
The Rash is coming
To me, she’s very dear
Please bring her right back here
Oh, Gunnar, you’re a king!
I don’t see why I need to come
This whole Rash thing seems so dumb
Oh, my dear Granny, please
It would put me at ease
*Grumble* Oh, very well
Thank you, Gran! I’ll send help
And they will
Please bring Granny back
From her old, run-down shack
Gunnar, you’re a king
To do this for me
Soon, I’ll have Granny here
To me, she’s very dear
Oh, Gunnar, you’re a king!
=
Denmark -- “I Hate My Job”
from “I Love to Laugh”
Turn us around!
I need to go back home!
Turn us around!
Or I’ll litigate everyone!
Oh, Signe, please!
Calm down the angry man!
Oh, Signe, please!
We think that only you can!
I’LL LITIGATE YOU ALL!
We’re sure that only you can!
Oh, you say you have a meeting
You’ll be fired if you miss
I’ll just mime calling the captain for you
He says the Bahamas are first
You should be fired!
Not work at all!
Hey boss, I’m trying to get back--
Now I’m a bum
Who should hang out on farms
Oh, what can it be this time?
I’m a fat, ugly slob
And a bum with nothing to do
I think you’re big-boned
And I’ve been let go
So I’m unemployed too
I like your cat
Magnus is his name
Mine is Michael
Signe is mine just the same
My sister’s farm
Is where I’m going to stay
Will you come with me?
I think I could see my way
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Finland -- “The Loons Migrate”
from “A Jolly Holliday”
It’ll be a great vacation, you’ll see
Just ignore their craziness
Don’t you worry about
Your old witch boss
Or about this whole Rash mess
Now isn’t this better than waiting tables?
She shut the restaurant down now
Anyway
And while you’re with us dear
We’ll make it clear
We’ll shut off all the news
While you are here
And it’ll be a great vacation, you’ll see
Just spending time with
People that we love!
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Sweden -- “A Lonely Trip”
from “Feed the Birds”
All alone
Fighting snow
On a long, winding road
A single Saab sedan was bound
With a fam’ly within
Trekking to their cabin
Where safety from Rash may be found
Querulous elders and
Restless young sprouts
Ketch and complain
All the way
Until Father steps in
Reining in his odd kin
They flee from the end of the world
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Iceland -- “Hold the Line”
from “Feed the Birds”
All around us the nations
Have all fallen Silent
As each one succumbed to the Rash
And still boats of Infected
They make for our waters
And we can’t even let one slip past
Though we all
Despise what we do
Stay strong
Stand fast
We must all be true
Hold the line
Against the Rash
Stay strong
Stand fast
Against the Rash
Oh, Doc Petur, I can’t do
This thing we’ve been doing
Anymore, I just want to go back
I can’t sleep for my nightmares
And days are no better
Oh, all right. Quarantine for two weeks
Herding sheep
That’s my new life
Farming
Ranching
Maybe a wife
Never leave
My dear Iceland
Then all
Will be
Well again
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Year 90 -- “Life Goes on”
from “A British Bank”
Are you the group
Applying for funding?
No, we are here to make a complaint
That is the office down the hall
Or there’s a number to call
We’re old, and can’t afford a phone
The pavement’s cracked
Right outside your building
In fact, it could be hazardous now
I hate old people rambling on
Here, now, begone!
Don’t let the pavement trip you up!
The Council held
A vote on your project
Though I’m not sure they all understood
It passed, but by a single vote
So please, take note
You’ll get no more than we’ve set here
We will accept
Your generous offer
We’ll make it work on this budget, too
When winter comes, we’ll send them out
It’s true, without a doubt
Our team will probe the Silent World!
What shall we do?
It’s far, far too little
To get a crew as large as we’ll need
Stop pouting like a spoiled brat!
The prospectus has fat
For us to trim away, you’ll see
And so we’ve cut
As much as we dare to
From 8 to 5, and them idiots
This bunch of weirdos we’ll acquire
No one else would hire
I just hope that they’ll survive this
Yeah, it's long. Sorry.
Post by: corncobman on February 19, 2015, 03:47:13 AM
Do you Wanna Find a Braidy? (Based on Do you Wanna Build a Snowman from Frozen)
Do you wanna find a Braidy?
Come on lets go and play
I never see you anymore
Come out the door
It's like you've gone away-
We used to be best buddies
And now we're not
I wish you would tell me why!-
Do you wanna find a Braidy?
It doesn't have to be a Braidy.
Do you wanna find a Braidy?
Or ride our tanks around the halls
I think some company is overdue
I've started talking to
the pictures on the walls-
(Hang in there, Joan!)
It gets a little lonely
All these empty rooms,
Just watching the hours tick by-
Braidy?
Please, I know you're in there,
People are asking where you've been
They say "have courage", and I'm trying to
I'm right out here for you, just let me in
We only have each other
It's just you and me
What are we gonna do?
Do you wanna find a Braidy?
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Breaking spirits
Lalli makes his long return,
Trudging back to his reality.
His search for the hair auburn,
An exercise in futility.
A bleak and bright distant dreamscape
Trouble on his young slender brow,
Unable to find the one with the cape.
Maybe he'll get some needed rest now.
Shadowing figures inside the water show,
The skies are dark yet filled with a glow.
Travelling on this forsaken lake.
Bring on the much dreaded chapter break.
Post by: Sunflower on February 19, 2015, 02:07:50 PM
Gifted Minna, wise creator,
Source of all our entertainment,
Hear, we pray, your fans' entreaties,
Lamentations full of anguish,
As we wait for next day's content,
Hoping anxiously for Braidy,
Sight of redhead to be vouchsafed,
Icelandic mage who's worth our squee-ing.
We who are your faithful servants,
Loyalest of ardent fandom,
Beg for news of next page coming,
Plead at least for status updates,
Wish to know how long to wait here.
Should we stay or should we go now,
Turn to duties or to dinner,
Or to bed so long postponéd?
You who wrestle with the Muses,
Build for us a world e'er richer,
Have, we know, a sterner struggle,
More creative, more exacting,
Face each day the fear of crashing,
Or of postman's knock so dreadful,
Or of cat on keyboard resting.
You we never wish to bother,
Wish you only peaceful refuge,
Wish you wrapped in blissful trances,
So that you'll keep drawing pages,
Gifted Minna, wise creator.
NOTE: Minna uploaded the next page about 20 minutes after I posted this. So by the magical spell "post hoc ergo propter hoc," I'm gonna take credit.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 22, 2015, 02:28:48 AM
I couldn't find any Eddie Foy, Sr. stuff, so here's Eddie Foy, Jr. instead.
“It’s a Simple Little Mission”
from “It’s a Simple Little System”
by J. Styne
E=Emil, T=Tuuri, B=Torbjorn
B: It’s a simple little mission
And we hope you understand
You the skald and your four team-mates
Will explore the Silent Lands
Such a simple little mission
But one part we’ve kept from you
While you’re there we have a
List of books for
You to bring back, too
B: How’s your Icelandic?
T: Passable
B: And your Danish, child?
T: Pretty good
B: And for you Emil--
E: I don’t care
B: Emil, what is it?
E: Why was this not mentioned once?
B: Well, it’s secret, boy!
E: You’d better not rip me off!
B: Don’t you worry now
E: Oh, we’ll talk about this more!
B: Once you get back
With the books
B: Here are ancient maps
T: These should help
B: Old newspapers clips
T: These as well
B: And a camera
T: A real camera
B: That’s the lot of it
E: How much cash are we to get?
B: Ah, that’s what I thought
E: You’d better not rip me off!
B: Don’t you worry now
E: Oh, we will talk about this more!
B: Once you get back
With the books
B: It’s a simple little mission
And we’re chafing to begin
We’ll take the Dalahasten
And meet the others going in
B: Then you’ll cross over to Denmark
And get the precious tomes
Which we’ll trade for stacks of money
Once you have them safely home
All: We’ll be rich!
We’ll be rich!
We’ll be rich!
T&B: Older books are worth a lot
To the right collectors so
If our crew can find some
They’ll sell for an obscene amount
Everything is settled then
Finding some should be a cinch
Trekking through the Silent World
B: Come on, Emil! Let’s get into it!
T: With these maps and this old book list
E: You’d better not be scheming!
T: Our full crew is so Fortune-kissed
E: Or, even worse yet, dreaming!
T: Our two seniors are so expert
E: I warn you!
T: This mission will succeed
I can tell it!
B: Bring the books back!
E&T: For the money!
For the money!
B: Bring the books back!
E&T: For the money!
For the money!
All: Oh, what a mission!
Post by: corncobman on February 23, 2015, 10:03:17 AM
What's new Hissycat (based on What's new p****cat)
What's new, Hissycat?
Whoa, whoa
What's new, Hissycat?
Whoa, whoa
Hissycat, Hissycat, I've got flowers
And lots of hours
To spend with you.
So go and straighten your cute little Hissycat tail!
Hissycat, Hissycat, I love you
Yes, I do!
You and your Hissycat nose!
What's new, Hissycat?
Whoa, whoa
What's new, Hissycat?
Whoa, whoa
Hissycat, Hissycat, you're so thrilling
And I'm so willing
To care for you.
So go and calm down your cute little Hissycat face!
Hissycat, Hissycat, I love you
Yes, I do!
You and your Hissycat eyes!
What's new, Hissycat?
Whoa, whoa
What's new, Hissycat?
Whoa, whoa
Hissycat, Hissycat, you're delicious
And if my wishes
Can all come true
I'll soon be stroking your sweet little Hissycat fur!
Hissycat, Hissycat, I love you
Yes, I do!
You and your Hissycat tail!
You and your Hissycat face!
You and your Hissycat fur!
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Wandering in the Dark
The woman wanders with a cat on her back
Watching are shadows, the woman they keep track.
The cat is alert to the presence of trolls.
However she isn't, still forward she strolls.
Blissfully blind to the danger that lurks.
Or to the cat's unique troll hunting quirks.
In darkness they are, of the hiding persuasion.
Hope she isn't unlucky on this occasion.
Post by: corncobman on February 23, 2015, 11:23:27 PM
The Hills are Alive with the sound of oozing
Within rocks they have lurked for a hundred years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of bruising
My heart wants to cry every crunch it hears
My heart wants to beat like the running of feet
That rise from the hole to the slope
My heart wants to howl like a wolf
That flies from a trap on a rope
To sob like a child when it trips
And falls over stones on its way
To cry through the night
Like a lark who is trying to pray
I run from the hills when my heart is afraid
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be cursed with the sound of oozing
And I'll scream once more
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Webcomic Addict
When you visit the site
And can't help but rhyme
When you look day and night
And you lose track of time
When you comment on all
And every reply
Refresh every minute
'Till your keyboard, it cries
Every corner you look
For trolls everywhere
Every cranny and nook
Every panel you stare
Every detail you glean
Each word every face
All and every scene
Every single line trace
It holds an allure
Every minute you've clicked
You realise that you're a
Webcomic addict.
Post by: Brandenfascher on February 24, 2015, 12:16:43 AM
A Silent World ("A Whole New World" Parody)
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We can show you dark worlds
Dulled, decrepit, yet splendid
Tell me, Emil, since when did you last set a troll on fire?
Lalli, open your eyes
Locate that which we plunder
Whilst avoiding the troll nests
So we don't provoke their ire
A silent world
A new historic revenue
No one says "Catank, no;
You drive too slow" or ticket us for wrecking
A silent world
Infested place we have come to
And while we journey here, it's very clear
That now we're in a silent world anew
(Now were in a silent world anew)
Mikkel always is wise
Tuuri's yearning for reading
Sigrun's slashing and burning
Through the ruins for our prize
A silent world (Don't you yet fire that gun)
A hundred million trolls to face (Hold your breath and stay silent)
We broke the shaky bridge
Now at a ridge
We can't go back
To where we used to be
A silent world (who just escaped my eyes?)
With a new person to pursue (Where's that braided hair fella?)
Lalli searched everywhere
No time to spare
Let's journey this silent world with you
A silent world
A silent world
That's where we'll be
Except Onni
Outlandish place
Must keep up pace
Or you'll be feed.
Post by: corncobman on February 24, 2015, 02:26:35 AM
Rapid Rash
Her hair was a dull grey, almost like ash.
Harmless enough we thought, was just a mite rash.
Little did we know of the horror we faced.
Red patchy areas, her flesh it laid waste.
The unfortunate soul who was a little bit sick,
Spreading around at a pace that's too quick.
Within a few weeks she's covered in sores.
Lock every window and all of the doors!
This affliction is no mere common cold.
Photograph symptoms - a sight bloody, behold.
Franticly scribble down informative text.
Horrific and gruesome, pray that you aren't the next.
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Why Does it Always Rash on Me (Based on Why Does it Always Rain on Me by Travis)
I can't sleep tonight
Everybody's saying everything is alright
Still I can't close my eyes
I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all of these lights
Sunny days, where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rash on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rash on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can't avoid the lightning
I can't stand myself
I'm being held up by invisible men
Still life on a shelf when
I've got my mind on something else
Sunny days, oh where have you gone
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rash on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shinning
I can't avoid the lightning
Oh where did the blue sky go?
Oh why is it spreading so?
It's so cold
I can't sleep tonight
Everybody's saying everything is alright
Still I can't close my eyes
I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all of these lights
Sunny days, where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rash on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rash on me?
Even when the sun is shinning
I can't avoid the lightning
Oh where did the blue sky go?
Oh why is it spreading so?
It's so cold
Why does it always rash on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rash on me?
Even when the sun is shinning
I can't avoid the lightning
Why does it always rash on me?
Why does it always rash on...
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 24, 2015, 09:56:00 PM
A somber tune for a somber page…
“The Rash Is My Master”
from “Nothing Else Matters”, Metallica
My dreams now never to be
Looking at myself what I see
A corpse but one that’s walking free
The Rash is my master
Wanted to see the world someday
Life is good but it slips away
And here I forever lay
The Rash is my master
None of us wants to die like this
And to think how much I will miss
Ignorance of my fate would be bliss
The Rash is my master
Never felt such pain before
Never felt Death get so close
Even so
My dreams now never to be
Looking at myself what I see
A corpse but one that’s walking free
The Rash is my master
Never felt such pain before
Never felt Death get so close
Even so
Wanted to see the world someday
Life is good but it slips away
And here I forever lay
The Rash is my master
None of us wants to die like this
And to think how much I will miss
Ignorance of my fate would be bliss
The Rash is my master
Never felt such pain before
Never thought there could be more
Never wanted just to die
Never felt Death get so close
Even so
My dreams now never to be
Looking at myself what I see
A corpse but one that’s walking free
The Rash is my master
Post by: Bouncey on February 25, 2015, 03:00:05 AM
Wade in the water
Wade in the water, Lalli
Wade in the water
Trolls’re gonna trouble the water
Who's that yonder dressed in white?
Wadin’ in the water
Must be Lalli tryin' ta call Braidy
And Trolls’re gonna trouble the water
Wade in the water
Wade in the water, Lalli
Wade in the water
Trolls’re gonna trouble the water
Who's that yonder dressed in red?
Runnin’ in the water
Must be the mage that we ain't met
Trolls’re gonna trouble the water
Wade in the water
Wade in the water, Lalli
Wade in the water
Trolls’re gonna trouble the water
Who's that yonder dressed in blue?
Under the water
Must be the trolls that're coming through
Trolls’re gonna trouble the water
Wade in the water
Wade in the water, Lalli
Wade in the water
Trolls’re gonna trouble the water
YoU dOn'T beLiEVe wE cAn Be rEdeEmeD
Wade in the water
jUSt yOu WaIt tiLL tHe MaGeS hJaLp MiG!
Trolls’re gonna trouble the water
Wade in the water
Wade in the water, Lalli
Wade in the water
Trolls’re gonna trouble the water
Sung to "Wade in the Water" https://video.search.yahoo.com/video/play?p=wade+in+the+water+youtube&vid=66d9dc8e3af5e4550e349cfa9d444ee3&l=5%3A06&turl=http%3A%2F%2Fts2.mm.bing.net%2Fth%3Fid%3DVN.608052311714826041%26pid%3D15.1&rurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DQwkWSAJZmIw&tit=Wade+in+the+Water&c=10&sigr=11bf0ogko&sigt=10h0n2vjn&sigi=11r3de17i&ct=p&age=1359745542&fr2=p%3As%2Cv%3Av&fr=aaplw&tt=b
Post by: corncobman on February 25, 2015, 04:14:22 AM
End Scene.
A beautiful page full of bright joyous tint.
Even better too, I imagine, in print.
This peaceful scene, a picture of bliss.
Although the whole team seems rather remiss.
Just don't look too deep in the water, dear friend.
Or you'll start to see shapes unpleasant extend.
Away from the face, hands and reflected troll slew.
Let's focus on the ducks and our merry crew.
So this is our sextuplet, somehow united.
Braidy and random cat seem rather excited.
Huddled together over some kind of creek,
Whoever this guy is, he's surely not meek.
Grumpy Emil is grumpy you see,
Maybe it's Braidy, too close to Lalli.
Do I spot some jealousy there?
Is it because he has more fabulous hair?
Tuuri with her slight concerned look,
"I really wanted to look at that book."
Maybe she's worried about far distant danger,
"And who is this mysterious stranger?"
Finally Lalli seems able to sleep,
Even though he's collapsed in a heap.
Mikkel looks impatient, his arms folded thus.
"I don't know why this guy's travelling with us."
Sigrun looks at him with a mad grin.
"Oh everything's fine. This team is win!"
What a diverse group, a strange sort of mix.
Roll on the break and the next chapter: six.
Post by: Brandenfascher on February 25, 2015, 02:31:38 PM
Parody of "Birdhouse in Your Soul" by They Might Be Giants
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I'm your furry friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little meowing friend
But really I'm not humanly a friend
But I am
Little kitty in the backpack of your outfit
Who watches trolls for you
Make a little cat-house in your pack
Not to put too fine a point in it
Please feed me cat food in just a minute
Make a little cat-house in your pack
I have confessions to tell
I'm cat, you're my clientelle
It's a simple concept and you'll hear me fill in with great detail
While I'm back here, listen to me
mewing expeditiously
I am a felis catus, Grade A for protection you see
My job's a benefit
I sense when the trolls are near so you can rest
Little kitty in the backpack of your outfit
Who watches trolls for you
Make a little cat-house in your pack
Not to put too fine a point in it
Please feed me cat food in just a minute
Make a little cat-house in your pack
I'm your furry friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little meowing friend
But really I'm not humanly a friend
But I am
There's some eyes here looking at me
In the rocks a troll, can't you see?
These ones just watching us, waiting for chances to eat thee
I don't respect that a lot
Keep you safe is all of my job
I'll be hissing up a lot to make aware and fend them off
Fur friend of awesomeness
I'll guard your vittles! Keep always near
Little kitty in the backpack of your outfit
Who watches trolls for you
Make a little cat-house in your pack
Not to put too fine a point in it
Please feed me cat food in just a minute
Make a little cat-house in your pack
(and while you're at it
keep the heat-packs warm inside the
backpack on your back)
Not to put too fine a point in it
Please feed me cat food in just a minute
Make a little cat-house in your pack
Little kitty in the backpack of your outfit (and while your're at it)
Who watches trolls for you (keep the heat-packs warm inside the)
Make a little cat-house in your pack (backpack on your back)
Not to put too fine a point in it
Please feed me cat food in just a minute
Make a little cat-house in your pack
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 25, 2015, 10:21:18 PM
Pg 276
“This Gorgeous Moment”
from “The Sound of Silence”
by Simon & Garfunkel
Hello duckies
My old friends
I left my bread
Back in the glen
Oh Duckies please look
Far below you
See the beasts and
Maybe trolls too
So the grosslings
That are on the hunt for meat
They won’t eat
And hurt this gorgeous moment
So many horrors
Have we seen
In these Danish
Lands unclean
And now sheltered
On this old bridge
We feel our terror ease
Just a smidge
When we saw the things
Coming up from beneath you two
Yes it’s true
It broke this gorgeous moment
Foolish ducks
I tell you go
Grosslings want to
Eat you so
Heed my warnings
You might quack on
Not for grosslings
To light snack on
But these birds
Like silly pigeons stayed
Quacks they made
Echoed in this gorgeous moment
Yes these birds
Sublimely stayed
Sitting targets
Duckies made
As the cat hissed out
Its warning
To the birds
On that sweet morning
And the mage said
The birds and the grosslings are
So familiar with this stream
Just like a dream
Enchanted in this gorgeous moment
Post by: corncobman on February 25, 2015, 10:22:58 PM
Bridge over Troubled Water (By Simon and Garfunkel with some slight modifications)
When you're weary, feeling small
When trolls are in your eyes
I will fry them all
I'm on your side
Oh when times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When something falls so hard,
I will comfort you
I'll take your part
Oh, when darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Sail on silver duck, sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh, if you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Post by: slim kittens on February 25, 2015, 11:14:32 PM
Found on the cattank hood: an envelop addressed "To tUuRi"
Inside, a card:
ThE hOrRiBLe ThInG aBoUt GiAnTs,
Is gIaNtS ArE hOrRiBLe ThInGs!
ThEiR tOpS aRe CoVeReD wItH hOrSe SkuLLs,
ThEiR bOttOmS uSeD tO hAvE wInGs.
ThEy'Re AlWaYs HuNgRy, fuLL oF fUnGi,
RuN, rUn, RuN, rUn, RuN!
FoR yOu, ThE mOsT hOrrIbLe ThInG aBoUt GiAnTs
Is We WiLL sOoN bE oNe.
WE...WiLL sOoN bE ONE!
Grossling humor. Gotta love it.
Post by: corncobman on February 26, 2015, 05:07:54 AM
Monster by The Automatic (again with some changes)
Brain fried tonight through misuse
Through misuse, through misuse
(Brain fried tonight through misuse)
You can't avoid vebal abuse
(You can't avoid verbal abuse)
Abuse, abuse
Without these bombs, you're let loose
You're let loose, you're let loose
(Without these bombs, you're let loose)
Stand up, get out, no excuse
No excuse, no excuse
What's that coming under the bridge?
Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
What's that coming under the bridge?
Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
What's that coming under the bridge?
Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
What's that coming under the bridge?
Confused, mind bruised, it seeps out
It seeps out, it seeps out
(Confused, mind bruised, it seeps out)
Face down, hometown looks so grey
(Face down, home town looks so grey)
So grey, so grey
Convexed you bend, twist and shout
(Convexed you bend, twist and shout)
And shout, and shout
Stand up, brush off, get moving
Get moving, get moving
What's that coming under the bridge?
Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
What's that coming under the bridge?
Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
What's that coming under the bridge?
Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
What's that coming under the bridge?
Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
Face down, hometown, face down, hometown
Face down, hometown, it looks so grey
Face down, hometown, face down, hometown
Face down, hometown, it looks so grey
Face down, hometown, face down, hometown
Face down, hometown, looks so grey
Face down, hometown, face down, hometown
Face down, hometown, looks so grey
What's that coming under the bridge?
Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
What's that coming under the bridge?
Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
What's that coming under the bridge?
Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
What's that coming under the bridge?
Is it a monster? Is it a monster?
Is it a monster?
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 26, 2015, 07:53:16 AM
The Simon & Garfunkel Chapter 1 Suite
=
“Lalli Goes to Mora”
from “The Boxer”
I was just off my shift
When I saw my cousin’s note
“Come to us! Your boss is waiting!
“To the docked paddlewheeler
“And our new future!”
If I had known
Still from that first miserable night
What lovely seeds have grown
Onni was upset
That his family
Should choose danger overseas
And he blamed our cousin Taru
But she offered him a safe position
Anyway
He said no
Though his only kin were leaving
From Keruu he couldn’t go
And the look on his face
Said it was a blow
After seasickness so awful
I would swear I should be dead
We arrived in Sweden
And were greeted by our new
Companion, one ‘Emil’
A messy Swede
With gold hair that sparkled in the sun
A strange young man indeed
Then I’m running through the big station
So we won’t miss our train
Moving on
Over muddy puddles trying
Hard to trip me up
Caught the train
Moving on
When the Swede got food I watched him
Hoping for a messy scene
But instead I got his patty
And he went back to get some more
So we could both eat our fill
And without a word of blame
As the train went on to Mora
Rolling down the sheltered lane
=
“Exploring”
from “Cecelia”
Exploring
I’ve waited so long
This yearning’s so strong
And soon I will
Go exploring
I’ll be there so soon
Though I’m not Immune
To the Rash
Exploring
I’ve waited so long
This yearning’s so strong
And soon I will
Go exploring
I’ll be there so soon
Though I’m not Immune
To the Rash
To the Rash
Overnight paddlewheeler trip
I thought, “Really
“This whole thing’s a gyp.”
Wooden shutters came down soon
Though Vellamo protects
Shusher cat shushed us too
Exploring
I’ve waited so long
This yearning’s so strong
And soon I will
Go exploring
I’ll be there so soon
Though I’m not Immune
To the Rash
A new nation
The Swedes are so tall
Except our compatriot Emil
A new nation
The Swedes are so tall
Except our compatriot Emil
=
“Sparkély Hair”
from “Scarborough Fair”
He’s a Cleanser
With sparkély hair
And a really bad sense of time
He got to the Björköfjärden Station
And found degradation sublime
He had to sleep on a filthy old bench
(Germophobia would be a rational thing)
Like his aunt and uncle before
(In time of winnowing by Rash disease)
Pretend to read a book instead
(Sleeping on benches is strictly forbidden)
Well at least there wouldn’t be more
(Dreams of a meal made of pasta meatballs)
Pasta fell on him with time to set in
(Vivacious party behind him the culprits)
And it stained his so spotless shirt
(Diner apologized mopping the spill)
He wanted so much to make an impression
(So the Finns would like him and ev’rything would go well)
When he did it only did hurt
He’s a Cleanser
With sparkély hair
And a really bad sense of time
He got to the Björköfjärden Station
And found degradation sublime
Post by: Mikko on February 26, 2015, 09:27:04 AM
But here are all the poems I could find. They include page numbering and I numbered all of these things as well. Among these poems are also bits and bobs I thought I wanted to include (and save for my own archives), like little moments of silly fan fiction:
Page 1:
1. New Journeys
A journey new we thus begin,
we eager are for sights fresh made,
to seek new worlds, new lays to sing,
before us path has Minna laid,
that visions wondrous will us bring,
on this stage story will be played.
With child's brave curiosity,
we set on journey full of awe,
through artist's virtuosity,
new worlds she seeks to paint and draw,
her art's great luminosity,
to us revealed will be once more.
The artist, storyteller, guide,
will chart new lands and waters here,
will gather us from far and wide,
the story will bring all us near.
This ship with hand firm she will steer,
this tale will be our joy and pride,
in calm or storm you have no fear,
she'll master story's every tide.
To all good journey and godspeed,
who road have chosen this to tread,
with joy, good humour tale this read,
blessing upon your heart and head.
Page 10
2. Storm in Dalsnes Bay
Rain, rain rain, the rain drops fall
in patterns countless waters pour
upon our heads, the harbour wall,
the lands, the mountain and sea shore,
the wind howls, sends up plumes of spray,
there's storm tonight in Dalsnes bay.
Is world engulfed in darkness bleak
and we wait for the dawning day
a lightning wreathes the mountain peak,
there's storm tonight in Dalsnes bay.
Our world's closed in, by storm besieged,
we hope, beyond all hope we pray,
that night's dark walls by dawn are breached,
and we once more will see new day.
Page 51
3. On the Seas of Night
The ship upon the twilit rim
of world, like dream about it weaving
the nightly waves, breeze gentle dim,
its sails in dead calm heaving.
Where destination doth its lay,
where port, its havens lying,
does keel so keen still know its way,
do sails and pennants flying?
The winds had gone to find their rest,
no more did proud masts hold them high
the sails, white sails with shining crest,
that billowing once touched the sky.
The voyage in the world of night
is cloaked in black and deepest shade,
still dome of sky with stars burns bright,
by universe these lanterns made.
The captain standing on the bow
now offers prayers to the skies,
and solemnly serve will avow
to god who saves his ship, his prize.
In upper airs the clouds they race,
upon the rim of twilight roaming,
the Moon reveals her comely face,
she silver shines in gloaming.
Prayers she hears upon the sky,
she harks the captain calling,
thus maiden of the Moon will try
to save the brave from falling.
When ship she sees in seas of night,
on outer waters stranded, still,
she gathers all her glowing might
and winds she calls to do her will.
She sings of east wind, bold and fierce,
the western wind with gentlest voice,
of north wind’s howls that chill and pierce,
of southern wind, its joyous noise.
And winds they came and whirled around,
the vessel’s brow, sails purest white,
by will of goddess there were bound,
and carried ship through seas of night.
By maiden’s might, Moon’s silver grace,
the ship from calm and stillness freed,
sailed through the night’s dark boundless space,
to find the morn at breathless speed.
Forever after captain gazed
in awe the fair face of the Moon,
her fleeting silver phantom chased
across the seas to keep her boon.
And unto her Moon called him high,
at last fulfilled was captain’s quest,
he sailed with her upon the sky,
in her fair bosom found his rest.
Page 55
4. Darkness will not endure
As we are hemmed in, surrounded,
by oncoming of the night and dark
I keep my vow and faith,
this I believe in my very soul,
the darkness will not endure.
Though it might be strong,
vile and full of tragedy,
peerless sorrows sow in its wake,
I take comfort in this thought,
the darkness will not endure.
As it closes around on silent wings,
our isles of humanity will go on,
weather winds, storms, calamities,
and still the spirit whispers,
the darkness will not endure.
Where there is life, we hope,
evils mighty though they might be,
by the grace of our indomitable fire,
before our life’s burning ember
the darkness will not endure.
Hope keeps the dark at bay,
faith and love they call us
forever to battle the oncoming tide,
and go forth souls with white light shining,
and darkness will not endure.
Life’s last breath until is extinguished,
we will run, walk, crawl,
to grasp that will-o-wisp, that lantern, hope,
for therein, our children, lies our immortality,
and darkness will not endure.
Page 57
5. The Nervous Quartet Waiting
In cozy little waiting room,
there wafts a sense of dreadful gloom,
pronounced will be a certain doom,
for nervous quartet waiting.
The pairs with glasses all a-blink,
there feverishly now they think,
how mend the pants with darkest ink,
this nervous quartet waiting.
The hole in pants they cannot seal,
the couples desperation feel,
and then begins the clock to peal,
for nervous quartet waiting.
What will the judgement for them be,
shall they be caught, perhaps set free,
tomorrow we will all this see,
the fate of quartet waiting.
Page 60
6. The Cowardly (Miserly) Quartet
"Good heavens NO!", the quartet cried,
involvement all in quest denied,
though goodly sum to them was paid,
the four at once excuses made:
They were too old, would surely die,
had little children, they would cry!
Was bravery now witnessed here,
with courage did they challenge face?
No! Cowardice was shown and fear,
this yellow livered troupe's disgrace!
Can they redeem their quaking heart,
will they succeed in noble deed?
They'd better if the quartet's smart,
or to the wolves we cowards feed!
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7. ThisCat (will bite back)
If ThisCat in such manner is antagonized,
oh you foe be prepared soon to be agonized
you'll hurt from claws, feel teeth's sharp flak,
for ThisCat surely will bite back!
Page 68
8. Dreams of the Ancients
What had awoken from the dark bowels,
from the past ancient, myth and of legend?
Did the gods think us punish with memory,
of what once dwelt there in mind of the Mankind?
World this was shattered, like a glass bower,
fell were the winds that carried the sickness,
succumbed all nations, curse was upon them
laid and new horrors nightmarish were bred then.
Form of Man, of Beast was then twisted,
horrors bred night and day in its wake when
pestilence birthed out of the depths these
endless streams of abominations.
Chaos upon this world did descend and
fought Mankind itself and the monsters,
flames and fever both did they burn us,
barren was swept this blessed and good earth.
Life almost extinquished, barely left standing
Mankind crawled on through ashes of madness,
thus it was changed forever our Fate here,
comprehend none could why this befell us.
Slowly we marched back down to a dark age,
memories fading and all history written,
peoples forgot life former and glory
won in the golden years of the Mankind.
Turned to the past were our eyes ever eager,
searching for solace, invoked were the gods and
salvation we sought from prayers and legends,
miracles hoped all to stave off the darkness.
Dreams of the Ancients, dreams we awakened,
for in our souls we rejected the madness,
was torn to pieces our small comprehension,
fled to the past our minds from the horror.
What were then named the monsters of future?
Cursed they became as demons and giants,
trolls and as beasts mighty yet mindless,
that hunted Man, his terror and torment.
On flowed the river, the tale of years quickened,
history faded replaced was by legend,
legends in turn were by myths overtaken,
lost was so much that should not be forgotten.
Yet there is hope for the heroes of Mankind,
their quest to light the flame of the truth and
awaken the world from this age of fell dreaming,
so that our Fate might bloom in its fullness.
Page 68
9. A Lyrical Cat
A lyrical cat has a very fine nose,
for poetry, songs and even for prose,
as attentively listens to reading and song
he's occupied in this work all the day long.
He has a good eye for a beautiful rhyme,
He thinks an unfinished sentence a crime,
if symphonic work deems of especial praise,
a graceful paw waving in air he will raise.
My lyrical cat kennings loves and old names,
he meters adores and plays witty word games,
he riddles like master, he jokes like a clown,
but low brow jocundity elicits his frown.
This feline white pawed of all dancing is fond,
he menuets, quadrills performs by the pond,
with dizzying pace dances so sleek and fleet,
of cat-dom most graceful he is on his feet.
Activities all these of culture and grace,
make my cat undoubtedly prime of his race,
his work and his hobby his constant delight
continues with fervor from morning till night.
Ever-courteous love to high culture he shows,
yet after long day, and this everyone knows,
he likes nothing better than sleep in my lap
as I sing to him softly for his lullabied nap.
Page 68
10. Stand Still Stay Silent
When forest echoes with howls so shrill,
when monsters roam, thirst for blood and kill,
then advice give precious to you I will,
Stay silent, hide and then just stand still.
Page 70
11. Combat-ready Expeditionary Kitty
Combat-ready expeditionary kitty
is wily and crafty, survivalist, witty,
has keen claws, teeth sharpest,
of felines he's smartest.
Through wilderness blighted,
through fen and through thicket,
hunts monsters delighted
and punishes wicked.
His nose ever twitching
taint senses and trouble
for action he's itching
so to quest on the double!
Page 76
12. Onni to Tuuri (Safe and Sound)
An omen let your name now be,
of luck if you refuse to stay with me,
the world is full of terror, fear,
you stay, sweet sister, do you hear!
You need not see this vast old globe,
the darkness, silence covers all,
there is not light, there is no hope,
I fear for you, that you might fall.
Stay here with me, stay safe and sound,
leave foolish notions, childish dreams,
perhaps one day cure will be found,
until that safer my plan seems!
Stay! Please! I will be all alone...
13. Tuuri to Onni (Farewells)
Oh Onni "Luck" thy name might be,
yet by fear crippled, you're not free.
My brother dear if you could see,
what means this journey, quest, to me.
I wish to see beyond these lands,
the narrow confines of this vale,
to feel the world with mine own hands,
to see, to hear, to tell its tale!
Beloved brother let me go,
the ship awaits at berth for me,
let fate's course run, its rivers flow,
it is my time, time to be free.
14. Taru to Tuuri and Lalli (Scout's Honour)
You'll be just fine, just do what's told,
no need for fear, oh don't be scared,
remember vow of scouts of old,
oh have no fear, just be prepared!
"You have no arms, no bedroll, food!?
oh doesn't matter, you're all good."
At least you undertake this quest have dared,
you are quite welcome unprepared!
Oh hurry up, the boat awaits,
the boatswain all this waiting hates,
Still, you might have somewhat better fared,
if you had come, like scouts, prepared.
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15. Suomen noita/Finnish Witch
Noita Suomen kankahilta,
loihe loitsut lausumahan,
luojan luotteet laulamahan,
manat virsille virisi,
mahdit kaikki mahtavaisen.
Tuli tuikki tuulen alla,
maa järkkyi, vesi pirisi.
Henget lankes etehensä,
kuunteli luojat jumalat.
Witch from wooded wilds of Finland,
thus began to speak his spells and
sing the words great of creation
magics with his voice awaken,
mighty thus his powers put forth.
Fire flickered in the winds and
earth it trembled, waters gushed forth,
spirits summoned knelt before him,
harkened all the gods, creators.
Page 103
16. Grade A Expeditionary Kitty (Version 2)
Combat-ready expeditionary kitty
is wily and crafty, survivalist, witty,
has keen claws, teeth sharpest,
of felines he is smartest.
He's highly trained,
of Grade A, educated,
status he has gained,
by all cats celebrated!
For services rendered
was collar awarded,
world silent he entered,
there enemies thwarted.
Through wilderness blighted,
through fen and through thicket,
hunts monsters delighted
and punishes wicked.
Where ever he roams
by all trusted, respected
keeps safe hearths and homes
by his skills well-protected.
His nose ever twitching
taint senses and trouble
for action he's itching
so to quest on the double!
Page 148
17. Translation of Lalli's prayer to the Kuutar (by Minna Sundberg)
Kuutar gracious,
Heaven's daughter,
Hark the call of one who's faithful,
lamentations full of anguish,
Plea of succour from lands foreign,
Far from wooded wilds of homeland.
Cast about me shining silver,
white light to now stand beside me
so death won't cast me to mire,
shan't be drawn to grave by Hiisi.
Let now ungrieved be my sorrows,
Still unknown the halls of Tuoni.
Page 149
18. 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!
Page 160
19. The Book of Dalahästen:
Incanus opened the last remnant of a half-burned record Tuuri had kept of this awful assault on the Dalahäst:
"We cannot get out. We cannot get out. They have taken the train and Second car. Torbjörn and Siv and Taru fell there bravely while the rest retr [...] the compartment of the Super Sextet (still Tremendous trio). We still ho[...]g ... but hope u[...]n[...]conductor's party went five days ago but today only four returned. The sea of fan girls is up to both sides of the track at West-door. The Watcher in the Water Tank nearly took Lalli--we cannot get out. The end comes soon. We hear the squee screams, squee screams of the fan girls in the deep."
The last line in a trailing scrawl of Finnish-letters reads "They are coming"
Incanus bowed his head in sorrow. "It is as I feared. They have been taken. Fan girl hordes have them..."
Page 161
20. Fly You Fools
Incanus had time to mouth a final warning to the Tremendous Trio in the train compartment before the fatal moment when the train car was almost hurled sideways. "Fly you fools!" the wizardly fellow bellowed.
Metallic screeching sounds and a resounding KRA-KTRONG vibrated in the air as the metal tube of death heaved like a beached whale trying to escape.
Heeding the wizardly fellow's sage advice Emil with his usual bluster and confidence attempted to fly (with his bed sheets about him) but alas he only ended up hurtling from his cot towards a positively flabbergasted guardian feline on the opposite side of the compartment.
Incanus smacked his palm on his face with a groan of frustration. "Not that kind of flight Emil, not that kind of flight."
Page 163
21 . Inadvertendly started Co-Written Poem with Argent Stonecutter and Nimphy and others
AS: Never fear, Lalli's here!
Inky:And trolls will shed a bitter tear?
Nim:For Lalli's weird Finnish spell
will send the trolls right back to hell!
Inky: Oh surely they will feel his ire,
as roasts he them on slow fire!
Nim:Meanwhile dear Tuuri up there,
snores like a winter bear...
Inky: While outside cruel monster screams,
of cuddly kittehs Tuuri dreams.
Prestwick: Let our heroic group see this trend bucked
For if they don't they are truly fu...uh...screwed?
Spyder dragon: Otherwise danger they will not have ducked!
JoB: Moving on X-C ... conductors, quick,
fix things, 'fore troll-crowd grows thick!
Page 166:
22. A Poetry Duel with iamthepiguy
Inky:
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.
Iamthepiguy:
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.
Inky:
"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.
Iamthepiguy:
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!"
Inky:
The sparkly hair'ed Swede exclaimed,
and his blue eyes the feline blamed,
for sphere of wet fur glistening
had woken allergies within.
Iamthepiguy:
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.
Inky:
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."
iamthepiguy:
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.
Page 167
23. Spider Snake
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!
24. Spider Snake Theme Song (modelled after the Amazing Spiderman song)
Na na na na na na na na na Spider-Snake!
To paraphrase the old theme song:
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!
Page 170
25. The Pains of Västerström (The Rains of Castamere parody)
"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.
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26. A Monstrous Limerick
There dropped a monster from ceiling
and Emil had such a bad feeling,
he threw his torch quick.
then lickety-split,
on floor was the monster all reeling.
27. Not Emil's Day
Not Emil's Day
Drenched in blood,
I run away,
this just didn't make my day,
gotta to run,
cannot stay,
there be monsters on the way,
me to slay,
nay, nay, NAAAAYYYYYYyyyyyyy!
This just isn't Emil's day.
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28. Not Emil's Day Part 2
I ran away from bulldog beast,
my heart a-flutter with cold fright,
now Handy on me wants to feast,
I won't go down, it's time for flight!
Oh man it's fast, oh man it's strong,
I sliced off hands, it still comes on,
oh I was sorely badly wrong,
I can't hold jaws from face off long!
"Hey Sigrun HEEEELPPP MEEEE! my poor face,
It's gonna eat for lunch quite soon,
Is Lalli in this awful place,
who might me save from mutant goon!
HEEELPPPP!!!"
Page 263
29. A Cleanser commercial
When situation looks so dire,
all you need is little fire,
call for cleansers, call them quick,
fire cleanses, does the trick.
Fire burns and cleanses all,
so don't forget to give a call,
cleansers experts are of fire
clad in flame-proof cool attire.
Call the cleansers, call for best,
they wipe floor with all the rest,
bombs, explosives, acids, flame,
handle monsters, kill small game.
Have rash problems, giants, trolls?!
cleanser patrol in it rolls,
they'll have bombs and cleansing boom,
spell the pests a certain doom.
Call for cleansers, call for best,
they'll pass any trial, test!
Call now cleansers, call them quick,
you get discount, monsters kick.
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30. Emil's Explosive Exit
Fire roared and flames licked high,
explosion tore towards the sky,
while debris and shrapnel flies,
and slimy troll in fire dies.
Stood Emil there amidst the storm,
unharmed (well mostly) was his form,
while Sigrun always quick on feet,
ran out so graceful, agile, fleet,
and best of all in this affair,
was that unscathed was Emil's hair.
31. Monster's Eloquent Curse
Molarpede then proceeds in his eloquent Queen's English to berate Emil and vows his vengeance in Shakespearean verse:
This now is the fast blooming spring of my discontent,
for hath this knave, foul besparkled rogue,
this man my slumber wickedly disturbed
and hunger in my bowels awakened deep.
Then this young rascal, low browed and villainous methinks,
proceeded in mine abode to compound a fierce explosion
wherein fire was with blasts of impactful air conjoined
and on mine head collapsed all my house.
This inconvenienced me to the utmost
for I am a gentle-creature of most refined tastes and sensibilities
and it indeed did verily intrude upon mine intent
of devouring this afore mentioned knave, rascally fiend,
whom I call Sir Sparkly Hair.
This imp, this villain, this thrice cursed adversary
has earned my enmity for his unfair assault
upon mine exalted personage.
Thus I vow, verily, I vow
to have my vengeance upon thee
and have Nemesis her arrows at thine direction fling
O sir of sparkly hair!
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32. KTHUUUMMM!
KTHUUUMMM!
the word of certain doom,
when buildings all go boom.
KTHUUUMMM!
when Emil's bomb made room,
for flowers fiery to bloom.
KTHUUUMMM!
another word is for KABOOM!
and with it brings its flaming plume!
KTHUUUMMM!
oh all the smoke and shrapnel, fume,
the debris all about us strewn!
KTHUUUMMM!
it does all things consume!
and men and monsters all entomb!
Now you know KTHUUUMMM!
It is now time the flight resume
and in Cat-Mobile away to zoom!
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33. Super Quintet Is Near
When air is full of smoke and fume,
explosions close by you can hear,
for all it's then safe to assume,
the Super Quintet then is near.
As howls of trolls and crawling things
when blasts of flame and sparks appear,
the only thing it mind then brings
is "Super Quintet must be near".
The Cat Mobile when you a-spy
in flight away full throttle-gear,
you do not need to ask "Oh why?"
for Super Quintet then was here.
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34. Fort Kastrup at Eve
The evening wind had gone to sleep
above the ruined Kastrup Fort,
was warm light golden in the air.
It stood alone. the ancient keep,
on wooded isle with silent court,
remembering a time more fair.
The empty avenues and roads,
all city silent fallen, still,
the sun's sparks gold aglimmering,
Pale dark and blue the waters flowed,
and many little gentle rill,
in dusk like silver shimmering.
Amidst the waters grey walls stood,
once proud had been not old and grey
ere darkness came and Men had fled.
Returned had now all leaf and wood,
once more had nature seized its day
roots, leaves and grass now buried dead.
In eve the castle stood alone
when suddenly a joyful noise,
awakened walls with sounds and strife,
the Men that ramparts once had known,
came back and with their willful voice
rekindled courts and halls with life.
From Silent World they came at eve,
and summoned life with voices bright,
in golden dusk these wanderers,
The fort gave them a short reprieve,
from horrors of the wilds this night,
these five world weary travellers.
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35. Old Troll with a Book Alone (Homage to J. R. R. Tolkien's Troll Sat Alone of a Seat of Stone
Troll sat alone in dark deep nook
And hunched sat reading an old worn book
For many a year he had read it near,
For reading was hard to come by.
Done by! Gum by!
In a dark hole reading he dwelt alone,
And books were hard to come by.
Up came Sigrun anon with her sweater on.
Said to the Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the font o' my dear old aunt.
As should be a-lyin' in book shelf.
Nook shelf! Look-shelf!
This many a year the diary's been gone,
And I thought it were lyin' in book shelf.'
'My lassie,' said Troll, 'this book I stole.
But what be books that lie in a hole?
Thy auntie was dead as a lump o' lead,
Afore I found her notebook.
Rotebook! Quotebook!
She can spare a share for a poor old troll,
For she don't need her notebook.'
Said Sigrun she: 'I don't see, why the likes o' thee
Without axin' leave should go makin' free
With the book or a leaf o you dreadful thief;
So hand the old book over!
Rover! Trover!
And as dead she be, it belongs to me;
So hand the old book over!'
'In a seconds or twos,' says Troll, and drools,
'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw yous fools.
A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
I'll try my teeth on thee now.
Hee now! See now!
I'm tired o' reading just old books and notes;
I've a mind to dine on thee now.'
But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
He found his tentacles had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Sigrun slipped behind
And gave him the knife to larn him.
Warn him! Darn him!
A blade o' the knife on the back, Sigrun thought,
Would be the way to larn him.
But hard as plate mail were the scale and bone
Of a troll that sits in the dark alone.
As well set your steel to the mountain's heel,
For the scales of a troll don't feel it.
Peel it! Heal it!
Old Troll laughed, when he heard Sigrun groan,
And he knew her blade could feel it.
Sigrun's blade was snapped as poor was aim
And her bladeless knife is a lasting shame;
But Troll don't care, and he's still there
With the book he stole from its owner.
Doner! Loaner!
Troll's old nook is still the same,
And the book he stole from its owner!
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36. Slay the Foe (Let It Go parody)
The moon glows bright on the ruins tonight
Not a grossling to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like I'm the queen.
The giant's howling in this swirling storm outside
I will wipe it out, heaven knows my might!
Don't let them run, don't let them flee
Be the tough girl you always have to be
Fight back, head on attack, don't let them go
Well, here we go!
Let it go, slay the foe
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it flow
assault and smash that foe!
I don't care
what I'll have to slay
Let the fight rage on,
The trolls never bothered me anyway!
It's funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the army that once controlled me
Can't get to me at all!
It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me I'm free!
Let it go, slay the foe
I am one with the earth and sky
Let it go, I'm in flow
You'll never see me die!
Here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let the fight rage on!
My blade flurries through the air into the beast
My soul is spiraling in adrenaline haze in this battle feast
And one thought sparks inside like a grenade blast
I'm never going back,
The past is in the past!
Slay the foe, slay the foe
And I'll rise like the wrath of god
Let it go, we shall flow,
smash monsters with my squad!
Here I stand
In the light of day
Let the fight rage on,
The trolls never bothered me anyway!
37. The Braid Will Go On
Every night in my dreams
I see you, I glimpse you,
That is how I know you go on
Far across the distance
Mage Spaces between us
You have come to show me "Go on!"
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the Braidy goes on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my dream
And my dream quest will go on and on
Dream friend can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're gone
By the braid I knew you
One mage friend to hold to
In my dream we'll always go on
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the Braidy goes on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my mage dream
And my dream quest will go on and on
You're there, the Braid's everywhere,
And i know that Braidy will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are in the Mage Space
And my dream will go on and on
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38. ”Summon Braidy” (Lalli's Runo)
Kutsun miehen taitajaisen,
tietäjän punahivusen,
uneksijan untamoisen,
tähtiyössä taivaltajan
Unen tietä tutkivaisen
Tuonen unen tuolta puolen,
usvista sikiunosen,
revontulten rajan taakse
näöllä velhojen väkeväin.
Kussa kuljet kuomaseni,
velhoveljyt vaeltelet?
Minne miesi matkustelet
Punapalmikko pakenet?
Summon I a man most skill'ed
sage with red hair all a-flaming
he who travels tides of dreaming
he who wanders in the star-night
man who reads the paths of dreaming
from beyond the sleep of Tuoni,
from the mists of deepest sleep and
other side to north's fox-fires
with the sight of mages mighty.
Where my friend you now doth travel,
brother-wizard wander freely?
Where good man does your path take thee
Red braid where are you now fleeing?
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39. Invocation to Soul Bird
Sielulintu, käpyseni,
kaunis kasvinkumppalini
ohjaa minut unen mailta
sikiunen kartanoilta
henki kotiin kannattele,
silta ruumiiseen rakenna.
Lennä eellä askelteni,
johdattele kulkijaista
laajan unen kankahilta
usvaisista allikoista
synkiltä sysivesiltä
tähtitarhan tuolta puolen
Opas oiva kumppalini
sinisulka sielulintu
unen metsän uumenista
henkein korven kuusikosta,
tumman Tuonelan rajalta
kutsu sieluni kotihin.
A fine English translation courtesey of Xyzi:
Soul-bird, my little dear
My pretty growing-up companion
Guide me from the lands of dream
From the manors of deep sleep
Carry the spirit home
Build a bridge to the body
Fly before my steps
Lead the little traveller
From the forests of wide dreams
From the misty ponds
From the grim sooty waters
From beyond the star-garden
My fine guide-companion
Blue-feathered soul-bird
From the depts of the forest of dream
From the spruce-copses of the spirit wilderness
From the border of dark Tuonela
Call my spirit home
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40. Eyes in the Gloaming (the Earth Folk Watches)
They watch there with eyes all aglow
in dark deep corners, under gloam,
where all the blackest shadows grow,
the earth folk sly and stealthy roam.
Beware the shadows of the trees
and hillocks under moonless night,
for darkness earth bound folk it frees,
the ones who hide away from light.
If whispers in the mirk you hear,
if followed are by eyes unseen,
if gripped you are by sudden fear,
you touched by earth folk then have been.
Away, you flee oh human child,
the vittra come, will capture thee,
if stray too near you shadows wild,
will none you ever living see.
Page 276
41. Emil's Imaginary Accident
Emil will slip,
skip,
do a double flip,
look foolish
feel intense shame,
burst into flame,
roll over railing
acrobatics all failing
downward sailing
into the stream
bursting with steam
while the team
would hoot and scream
Or so I dream.
Then the little kitty
with his paws number painting, smudging,
Emil's soaring leap quickly judging,
would after pondering then,
award him with a shining ten!
Post by: corncobman on February 27, 2015, 02:34:43 AM
Everything is Hairy (based on Everything is Awesome from the Lego Movie)
Everything is hairy,
Everything is cool when you're part of a team
Everything is hairy when you're living our dream
Everything is better when we stick together,
Side by side you and I gonna win forever?
Let's party forever
We're the same unlike you, you & me we are a working in harmony
Everything is hairy,
Everything is cool when you're part of a team
Everything is hairy when you're living our dream
I just heard the news
Everyone's talking: Life is good!
'Cause everything's hairy
Hairy jobs and new opportunity
More free time for my hairy community
I feel more hairy than an hairy possum
Put my body in chocolate frosting
Three years later I shot the frosting
Smelling like a possum, everything is hairy
Accept to look at new brown shoes
It's hairy to win and it's hairy to lose
Everything is better when we stick together,
Side by side you and I gonna win forever?
Let's party forever
We're the same unlike you,
You and me we are workin' in harmony
Everything is hairy,
Everything is cool when you're part of a team
Everything is hairy when you're living our dream
Everything is hairy,
Everything is cool when you're part of a team
Everything is hairy when you're living our dream
Blue skies, bouncy springs,
we just named a few hairy things
A Nobel prize, a piece of string
You know what's hairy? Everything
Dogs with flees, allergies
A book of Greek antiquities
Brand new pants, a very old vest
hairy items are the best
Things, dogs, clogs, they're hairy
Rocks, clocks, and socks, they're hairy
Figs, and wigs, and twigs, that's hairy
Everything you see or think or say is hairy
Everything is hairy,
Everything is cool when you're part of a team
Everything is hairy when you're living our dream
------------------------------------------------
So Many Questions
What is this that surrounds the view?
Hair long and braided and bright red of hue.
The waves dash upon yonder rocks.
Is our group heading back to the docks?
Will the books the group got be any use?
Will there be more trolls? Will all hell break loose?
Will Lalli finally show his cat mage scout powers?
Will Mikkel's face be more than just dour?
Will Tuuri ever be let out of the tank?
Will Emil forgive Mikkel's face cancer prank?
Will Sigrun kill more trolls? (I'm thinking yes,
Who would doubt her best awesomeness).
When will the group meet this mystery man?
Where does he fit in the whole looting plan?
Why does he smile? Why does he wander?
All of these questions begging to ponder.
I can't wait for the chapter to start.
At least we are blessed with this piece of art.
This week and a half will be such a pain.
After which I'll be rhyming again.
Post by: Mikko on February 27, 2015, 05:42:32 AM
Seek for the Braid
Seek for the Braid that was hidden
the red head who dabbles with spells
although it is knowledge forbidden
in seashore village he dwells.
There shall be shown a token
that Braid is near at hand,
for the Icelandic boy shall be woken
and forth shall Braidy stand!
Emil and His Hair So Fair
Emil was there, a man quite rare!
head blond and sparkly was covered with hair.
The hair! The hair! Was golden, fair!
Oh come others said, oh come to the fair!
The fair? Said he, "It would all there scare!
My blond and sparkly, my immaculate hair!"
But agreed he to go to the fair. To the fair!
For he wanted all people to see and stare!
Thought well would he fare at the fair, at the fair,
with his hair so fair! With the sparkling hair!
And down the road from here to there.
From here! To there! Went boys with Emil's sparkling hair!
They danced and spun, all the way to the fair!
The fair! The fair! With the hair so fair!
Oh, sweet she was, and pure and fair!
Little Tuuri girl with flowers in her hair!
Her hair! Her hair!
The maid with flowers in her hair!
Emil saw that sight in the summer air.
Emil of the Hair! Of the sparkling hair!
All gold and blond fair
head was covered with hair!
Emil caught that sight in the summer air!
He stared in envy as he saw it there!
Tuuri's flowery curls in the summer air!
Oh flowers would crown his immaculate hair!
Said Tuuri:
Oh, I'm a maid, and I'm pure and fair!
I'll never dare dance with sir Sparkly Hair!
The man with the hair! A hair so fair!
I'll never dare dance with a man so fair!
Emil with hair, the wondrous hair!
Lifted her high into the air!
For he had that hair! All that sparkly hair!
"I called for a cleanser, but you're all sparkling hair!
So fair with hair! Yet only hair!
Gold and blond oh fair
head was covered with hair!"
She kicked and wailed, the maid so fair,
But he took the flowers from her hair.
Her hair! Her hair!
He took the flowers from her hair!
Then she sighed and squealed and kicked the air!
"Sir Sparkly hair!" she sang there
"Oh your hair so fair! Oh the hair, that hair!
Better suite the flowers on your hair!
So fair! So fair!
Now freely I give them oh sparkly hair, I see it there
So fair so fair!
And off they went, from here to there,
Emil the man with the sparkliest hair
and Tuuri the girl, oh the maiden fair
and off they danced in the summer air,
and fair was forgotten, they did not care.
The fair! The fair! They did not care!
All they saw was flowers and hair,
the hair, the hair, the sparkling hair,
as Emil of Hair danced with maiden fair,
and flowers were spun here and there,
when Tuuri went dancing with sparkling hair
the hair, the hair of Emil so fair!
Addendum
To be fair, his hair, his hair,
is just too wondrous impossibly fair,
his skills as cleanser I would not care
or to dispute dare, and to be fair,
as cleanser there he well will fare,
but it won't beat his sparkling hair,
the hair, the hair! The hair so fair!
Post by: slim kittens on February 27, 2015, 11:05:40 PM
There was an SSSS discussion not long ago about the availability of caffeine in the year 90.
Couple that with our intrepid archaeologists' (and some trolls) love of musicals(!) and
we end up with this. Where did our book-grabbers develop a caffeine addiction, you may ask. If you do,
you ask too many questions.
Courtesy of "South Pacific". Reference />
THERE IS NOTHING LIKE CAFFEINE
We got metal all around
We got food enough for two
We got half-ass plans for looting
And priorities askew
We got things that want to kill us
Even hunt us in our dreams
What do we need?
We need caffeine!
wE gOt tUnnELs fuLL oF sLiMe
We gOt SheLteR fRoM tHe DaY
wE gOt LoTs AnD LoTs Of tInY tRoLLs
We UsE tO ScoUt FoR pReY
wE gEt LeCTurEs FrOm tHe gIaNTs
We GoT bOOkS tO bAiT oUr TrAps
wHaT dOn'T wE gOt?
We Ain'T gOt FrAps!
tHeRe's A loTTa tHiNgs iN tHiS wOrLd wE hAvE nO uSe fOr
bUt ThErE's oNe ThInG tHe LaCk oF wHicH tHeRe's nO exCuSe foR...
ALL:
There is nothing like caffeine
Nothing in the world
There is nothing we have seen
That is anything like caffeine
wE dOn'T mIss oUr FrIeNds aNd FaMiLy
We DoN't miSS oUr jObS oR hOmEs
wE dOn'T mIss ThE AggReVaTiOns
Or tHe StReeTs wE uSeD tO rOaM
wE dOn'T mIss ThOsE nAsTy kiTTiEs
tHaT cAn tRaCk uS bY oUr SmeLL
WhAt dO wE mIss?
yOu KnOw DaMn weLL!
LoTs oF tHiNgs iN tHiS liFe aRe hOrrIbLe bUt bRoTheR
tHeRe iS oNe pArtIcUlaR mIssInG tHiNg tHaT iS hArDeR tO bEaR tHaN aNy oThEr...
ALL:
There is nothing like caffeine
Nothing in the world
Hot espresso topped with cream
With a double shot of caffeine
Nothing else will really do
Nothing in the world
Not a tea or Mountain Dew
That is anything like a brew
tHeRe iS aBsoLuTeLy nOthIng
LIke tHe sTeaM fRoM CaFFeInE
So suppose your coffee's bitter
Or your mocha lost it's moch
oR tHeY'Re OnLy sErViNg PePsI
wHeN yOu ReaLLy WaNtEd CoKe?
If you're jilted by your java
And your cappuccino's crap
bE tHaNkFuL tHaT
It'S nOt DeCaF
tHeRe iS nOthIng iN yOuR DrEaMs
tHaT iS aNyThiNg LiKe CaFFeInE
We'd trade our books for caffeine
oUr RiGhT hOOks fOr CaFFeInE
Our woolly vests for caffeine
aBaNdOn nEsTs foR CaFFeInE
Nothing acts like caffeine
wE'd fIgHt cAtS foR CaFFeInE
There's nothing wrong with anyone here
That can't be cured by putting them near
Some tachy-cardiac, Red Bull sweating caffeine!
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on February 28, 2015, 11:39:45 AM
“Braidy’s World”
from “Barbie Girl” by Aqua
(Spoken)
E: Hey, Braidy!
B: Emil!
E: You wanna join up with us?
B: Sure, Emil!
E: Come on!
(Sung)
Braidy’s not a girl
This is Braidy’s world
With a kitty
Oh so pretty
Moisture in the air
Might frizz poor Emil’s hair
But such a braid now
Can’t frizz--I don’t see how
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Braidy’s not a girl
This is Braidy’s world
With a kitty
Oh so pretty
Moisture in the air
Might frizz poor Emil’s hair
But such a braid now
Can’t frizz--I don’t see how
He’s a mage with a mane
From which he got his name
And he’s roving around
In the Silence
Come along
With a song
Our adventures await
We’ll be buds
Come with us
And we’ll show you
Will they have
Enough food
Even for
This rangy dude?
Braidy’s not a girl
This is Braidy’s world
With a kitty
Oh so pretty
Moisture in the air
Might frizz poor Emil’s hair
But such a braid now
Can’t frizz--I don’t see how
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ha ha ha ha
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ooh-oh-ooh
Ooh-oh-ooh
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ha ha ha ha
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ooh-oh-ooh
Ooh-oh-ooh
Doesn’t know
He’s a mage
But he’s in Lalli’s dreams
Running over the waves
And just stealing the scenes
Come with us
Little cuss
Cause it’s better with friends
Give a hand
Silent Lands
We’re exploring
Will they have
Enough food
Even for
This rangy dude?
Will they have
Enough food
Even for
This rangy dude?
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ha ha ha ha
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ooh-oh-ooh
Ooh-oh-ooh
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ha ha ha ha
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ooh-oh-ooh
Ooh-oh-ooh
Braidy’s not a girl
This is Braidy’s world
With a kitty
Oh so pretty
Moisture in the air
Might frizz poor Emil’s hair
But such a braid now
Can’t frizz--I don’t see how
Braidy’s not a girl
This is Braidy’s world
With a kitty
Oh so pretty
Moisture in the air
Might frizz poor Emil’s hair
But such a braid now
Can’t frizz--I don’t see how
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ha ha ha ha
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ooh-oh-ooh
Ooh-oh-ooh
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ha ha ha ha
Come on Braidy
Don’t be ‘fraidy
Ooh-oh-ooh
Ooh-oh-ooh
(Spoken)
B: This is going to be so much fun, Emil!
E: Ah, Braidy, you sure got that right!
B: Oh, I love you guys!
Post by: slim kittens on February 28, 2015, 09:15:11 PM
YOU ARE OLD, FATHER DRAUGUR
or
A Young Troll Learns the Difference Between Giants and Draugar the Hard Way
Courtesy of Lewis Carroll
"yOu aRe oLd, FAthEr drAuGur," tHe yOunG gROssLinG sAiD,
"aNd tAkE uP gReAt sPaCe iN tHe NigHt.
tHe rEsT oF uS cRowDeD aNd SeaRchIng fOr bEdS
dO yOu tHinK, bEinG dEaD, iT iS rIghT?"
"TwAs 90 yEaRs pAsT tHaT I fOunDeD tHiS nEsT
aNd kEpT iT sEcuRe fRoM pATroLs.
yOu NeeD tO LeArN drAuGur fRoM aLL oF tHe rEsT
gO bAcK tO yOuR sTuDieS, yOunG tRoLL."
"yOu aRe oLd, FAthEr drAuGur, aS I sAiD bEfoRe,
aNd hAvE gRoWn mOst uNcoMMonLy fAt;
yEt yOuR hEaDs aNd yOuR LimBs muLtiPly bY tHe sCoRe
pRay, wHaT iS tHe rEasOn fOr tHaT?"
"I eAt wHeN i'm hUngRy bEcaUse I'm aLiVe.
i'm A gIanT, nOt drAuGur, yOu sEE.
I'm tIrIng oF yOu aNd yOuR jUveNiLe jIvE
yOu'Re nOt eVeN liSteNinG tO mE."
"yOu aRe oLd, FAthEr drAuGur, aNd I wOuLd hAvE guEssEd
yOu'D eXhiBiT aN aIr Of dEcAy.
aNd yEt I DeTecT oNLy sMeLLs oF tHe nEsT
pRay, hOw dO yOu KeeP iT aT bAy?"
"i ToLd yOu beFoRe tHaT tHe drAuGar aRe dEaD
aS cLeArLy yOu sEE I aM nOt!
uSe sOmE oF tHoSe eYeS tHaT yOu hAvE iN yOuR hEaD,
yOu vERmiNouS, cREtiNouS sNoT!"
"yOu aRe oLd," sAiD tHe tRoLL, "yEt cOnTinUe tO LuRk
wHeRe tHe rEsT oF uS sEEk tO sUrvIvE.
wErE yOu aLwAyS a fOuL-mOuThEd aNd iLL-tEmPeRed jErK
iN tHe oLd dAyS wHeN yOu wErE aLiVe?"
"yOu @$%&!@#$ LittLe wEaSeL!!! yOu'Re dEaD!!!!
i'Ve stEppEd oN dInnErS BeTTer tHaN yOu!! yOu wAnT drAuGur???
yOu !@@#$%@#$% LittLe @#$&%!!! HoLd tHe %#$@& sTiLL..........GOTCHA!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 02, 2015, 12:49:07 AM
O'er ancient quay the great waves broke
The awesome pow'r of which they spoke
Frustrated by the stubborn road
Down which five sodden figures trode
A ruin'd pile their solemn goal
While Nature beat on rock and shoal
How came they to this lonely quay?
What could its sure attraction be?
Such answers as we're like to get
Cannot be known to us just yet
‘Til chapter break has crawléd past
And Minna unveils all at last
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 02, 2015, 10:38:19 PM
The Cleanser Anthem
from “Turn the World Around”
by Harry Belafonte
We came from the city
Grosslings took the city
Now we're back and now we
Burn the city down
Cleansers use the fire
Emil loves the fire
Only through the fire
Will grosslings go down
We go to the Silence
Pushing back the Silence
Fire kills the Silence
Burn the city down
Winter's cold kills the rest
Then go in find the nests
Nothing can escape our Cleansing
All around we're the best
Fighting
Back the night
Good bye to Silence
Good bye night
Fighting
Back the night
Good bye to Silence
Good bye night
Grosslings stalking our lands
Looking to destroy Man
Fire cleanses the land
Burn the city down
Grosslings hate the sunlight
They prefer a warm night
Fire burns them so bright
Burn the city down
Animals can live here
Farmers grow their crops here
After Cleansing's done here
Burn the city down
We destroy the hiissi
Grosslings run when they see
How it came about we
Burn the city down
Sniff out the Grossling nests
Blow them up that's what's best
Then the winter kills intruders
When spring comes sweep the rest
Fighting
Back the night
Good bye to Silence
Good bye night
Fighting
Back the night
Good bye to Silence
Good bye night
Post by: corncobman on March 03, 2015, 01:26:09 AM
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on now
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.
But if I stayed here with you, cat
Things just couldn't be the same
'Cause I'm as free as a braid now,
And this braid you can not change, oh, oh, oh, oh.
And this braid you can not change.
And this braid you can not change.
Lord knows I can't change.
Bye, bye, Lalli, it's been a sweet dream, yeah,
Though this feeling I can't change.
But please don't take it so badly,
'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame.
But if I stayed here with you, cat
Things just couldn't be the same.
'Cause I'm as free as a braid now,
And this braid you'll never change, oh, oh, oh, oh.
And this braid you cannot change.
And this braid you cannot change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Lord, help me, I can't change.
Lord, I can't change.
Won't you fly high, free braid, yeah?
*cue awesome guitar riffs*
Post by: Brandenfascher on March 03, 2015, 10:35:41 AM
-----------------------------
We'll search it all
Every book
On our own
We don't heed
Any troll
Or anyone
If we search here
If we just search here
Would we find all of the treasures still in furl?
We don't quite have
Everyone
We would need
Us five beings
Are not enough
We need some more
If we search here
If we just search here
Would we find all of the treasures still in furl?
Forget that we're bold
Before caution is told
Show us a library without compromise
Scout spends time
Searching dreams
To find our friend
We need your help
To help find us
Our path to own
If we search here
If we just search here
Would we find all of the treasures still in furl?
Forget that we're bold
Before caution is told
Show us a library without compromise
All that we are
All that we ever were
Is here in this silent world, that's all we can be
We don't know where
We can find the books to sell
Just know we’re best when together than if not at all
If we search here
If we just search here
Would we find all of the treasures still in furl?
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 03, 2015, 08:21:19 PM
I’m not making fun of my favorite fandom... really, I’m not! (OK, maybe just a little. But all in good fun, as always.)
“Waiting for Braidy (Meta)”
from “Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor on the Bedpost Overnight”
Soon Braidy will appear
And all will become clear
Minna’s teasing
Pretty soon now will be ceasing
And all of us will see
This character Braidy
But will he fit in with the group?
She’ll tell us presently
Will the pretty braid lose its luster
Once he’s part of our main crew?
After Minna’s finished teasing
Will he fade out from our view?
Will he be a welcome add-on
Or be without a clue?
Will his pretty braid lose its luster
Once he’s part of our main crew?
Soon all of Braidy’s fans
Will jump right up and dance
Minna’s writing
Is always so exciting!
His introduction scene
Will coronate her queen
Of drama, comedy, horror
And all things in between
But
Will the pretty braid lose its luster
Once he’s part of our main crew?
Will his fan club start deserting
Or will all of them stay true?
Minna warned he’s kind of useless
So what will Braidy do?
Will the pretty braid lose its luster
Once he’s part of our main crew?
We’re counting the days down
Until we meet this clown
How will it be?
In the picture set by the sea?
With questions we are rife
But there’s no need for strife
When Minna brings him in we’ll see
He’s not larger than life
Will the pretty braid lose its luster
So the fangirls will not swoon?
Will they still be like coyotes
Howling at him like the moon?
Will there be as much confusion
As with David Lynch’s Dune?
Will the pretty braid lose its luster
After we meet him real soon?
The shippers out on deck
Might get a nasty check
Group Dynamics
I hope nobody panics
Playing our fandom games
Like portmanteau-style names
Will all our favorite friendships last
Or just go down in flames?
Will the pretty braid lose its luster
Once he’s part of our main crew?
When he’s stuck outside with Tuuri
Or with Mikkel will he do?
Will he get on well with Sigrun
Or will Emil hate that too?
Will the pretty braid lose its luster
Once he’s part of our main crew?
Once he’s
Part of
Our
Main
Crew
(Minnions at the ready
To see Braidy join the crew
Minna holding steady
“She will do what she will do”)
Once he’s
Part of
Our
Main
Crew
(Chapter break is dragging
So we’ll all just speculate
To keep us from flagging
As we settle in to wait)
Once he’s
Part of
Our
Main
Crew!
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 04, 2015, 10:36:40 PM
I'm just full of Meta these days…
…Well, I'm full of something, at least.
“Pressin’ the F5”
from “Prayin’ for Daylight” by Rascal Flatts
Minna’s got her fans
All huddled on our knees
I’ve done the archive binge
Both here and on
A Red-Tail’s Dream again
Read all the comments long
And sung all the filk songs
Now I’m back to
Pressin’ the F5
Hopin’ for a new update
Long past our bedtime
But we never care how late
Minna deliver us
From our withdrawal please
You’ve got your fans
All huddled on our knees
Pressin’ the F5
It doesn’t sound so long
A little break
To build the buffer up
But now we’re stuck in it
And no light at
The tunnel’s end so we’re
Pressin’ the F5
Hopin’ for a new update
Long past our bedtime
But we never care how late
Minna deliver us
From our withdrawal please
You’ve got your fans
All huddled on our knees
Pressin’ the F5
Pressin’ the F5
Pressin’ the F5
Feeding our addiction
To this tale
Waiting for the
Next bit Minna regales
New chapter’s coming soon
That’s what we say
Our mantra to ourselves
We’re more than halfway through
The current break
And we know what we must do
Pressin’ the F5
Hopin’ for a new update
Long past our bedtime
But we never care how late
Minna deliver us
From our withdrawal please
You’ve got your fans
All huddled on our knees
Pressin’ the F5
Pressin’ the F5
Hopin’ for a new update
Long past our bedtime
But we never care how late
Minna deliver us
From our withdrawal please
You’ve got your fans
All huddled on our knees
Pressin’ the F5
Pressin’ the F5
Minna’s got her fans
All huddled on our knees
Minna’s got her fans
All huddled on our knees
Pressin’ the F5
Minna’s got her fans
All huddled on our knees
Pressin’ the F5
Post by: slim kittens on March 05, 2015, 07:25:06 PM
My second musical production number. Hopefully one day it will be included in
"SSSS: The Musical". :)
Courtesy of "The Little Mermaid". />The singing will track, the dialogue not so much.
A wide hall in a dilapidated library in the Silent World. The roof at center has collapsed, leaving the
middle section in full, bright sunlight, acting as a barrier between two groups. On the right in dim light,
the denizens of the nest. On the left also in dim light, Sigrun followed by Lalli, Emil and Mikkel.
TROLLS
sSssSSSsssSSss!!! tRoLLbAne!!! GiaNt sLaYeR!!!
GIANT
SHADDUP!!! wHat iS yOuR bUsiNeSS wItH uS, sIgRuN tRoLLsLaYeR?
SIGRUN
We're here to offer you a chance to be human again.
TROLLS
gAsP!!
GIANT
yOu cAn DO tHaT?
SIGRUN
That's what we do. It's what we live for.
To help unfortunate grosslings like yourselves.
Poor trolls with no one else to turn to....
SIGRUN (sung)
I'll admit I've had a nasty reputation
My exhuberance was legend in the past
But you'll find that nowadays
I've mended all my ways
Repented, grown, I've seen the light at last
True?
LALLI
*nods*
SIGRUN (sung)
And we're here to offer aid as reparation
For the havoc we have wrought upon your nests
And it's boggling to believe
But you cause our hearts to grieve
For you miserable, lonely, and depressed (and slimey)
Poor unfortunate trolls
In pain, in need
This one wants a cup of coffee
That one misses winter sports
And do we help them?
Yes, indeed
You poor unfortunate trolls
So sad, so true
Other nests have sought us out
Crying, "Save us Sigrun, please!"
And we help them!
Yes we do
You are victims of a plight
That our science couldn't fight
And we've had to use the tools of ages old
So we got a Finnish mage
And he knows the ancient ways
For you poor unfortunate trolls
TROLLS
sOb! sOb! wHiMpeR!!
GIANT
SHADDUP!
SIGRUN
Oh, and there is one more thing.
We haven't discussed the subject of payment.
GIANT
pAyMeNt?
SIGRUN
We'e not asking much, just a token to offset expenses.
What we want from you is....your books.
SIGRUN (sung)
We were moved to undertake this expedition
Entirely from the goodness of our hearts
We regard it as our mission
To assist with your condition
And in this way you get to play a part
Come on, the books to you are absolutely worthless!
They're only used to lure us to your nests
Now you'll get to walk away
In the sunlight, in the day
Don't you really, really think it's for the best?
Come on you poor unfortunate trolls
Go ahead!
Change your form!
The sun won't last forever and we haven't got all day
It won't cost much
What's the harm?
You poor unfortunate trolls
It's sad but true
If you want to cross the bridge, my dears
You've got to pay a toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
And take a chance to reach your goal
(Emil, Lalli, now I've got 'em, boys
Your captain's on a roll!)
You Poor. Un. Fortunate. Trolls!
TROLL
yOu'Re nOt tHinKinG oF rEaLLy dOinG iT, aRe yOu bOss?
GIANT
wHaT hAvE wE gOt tO loSe?
TROLL 1
mEaLs?
TROLL 2
bAiT?
TROLL 3
oUr dIgNiTy?
GIANT
SHADDUP! StArT fEtcHinG bOOks aNd pUsHinG tHeM iNtO tHe liGhT!
Many book transfers later, the cattank and it's rental trailer are full.
SIGRUN
Excellent! Now, for your transformation.
First, the Mage Dust!
LALLI
*Bows head, scratches scalp with one hand and catches flakes with the other*
*Flings flakes toward trolls*
SIGRUN
Second, the Special Biscuit-like Thingies. Eat one a day.
MIKKEL
*tosses bag toward trolls*
SIGRUN
And last but most important: your first transformation wasn't instant and this one won't be either.
You must close all your eyes tightly and count slowly to 259200. I'll leave a card on the floor
with our support number. If you have any problems, give us a call. Have a nice day.
TROLLS
1...2...3...4...5...
TROLL
i dOn't FeeL aNyThIng...
GIANT
SHADDUP! nOw wE hAvE tO sTaRt oVeR...
TROLLS
1...2...3...
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 06, 2015, 09:36:10 PM
...Because “In the Navy” would’ve been way too easy.
“Cleanser Recruiting Song”
from “YMCA” by the Village People
People
Are you drifting through life
Without purpose
With a heart full of strife
Come and join us
Make the most of your life
Cause you can serve your fellow Swedes
Come on
Turn your sad life around
Come and join us
Change the way that you’re bound
Be a Cleanser
A new meaning you’ve found
And you can be the one who leads
Come on and sign with the
Cleansers today
Come on and sign with the
Cleansers today
Make all the grosslings run
From your all-cleansing flame
Make even giants fear your name
Come on and sign with the
Cleansers today
Come on and sign with the
Cleansers today
Hear the Motherland’s call
Redeem the Silent Lands
We need the strength in your good hands
People
Was your village destroyed
Come avenge them
Ev’ry man, girl and boy
This is our land
And we’re taking it back
But we need you to join the pack
Join us
Join the Cleansers today
Join the future
As we carve out a way
Fight the darkness
With our all-cleansing flame
And you will never be the same
Come on and sign with the
Cleansers today
Come on and sign with the
Cleansers today
Make all the grosslings run
From your all-cleansing flame
Make even giants fear your name
Come on and sign with the
Cleansers today
Come on and sign with the
Cleansers today
Hear the Motherland’s call
Redeem the Silent Lands
We need the strength in your good hands
People
We were all once like you
Av’rage people
Our old lives made us blue
But now people
There’s something you can do
Come join a fellowship that’s true
Be a Cleanser
Think of the stakes
Come and join us
Show you’ve got what it takes
Join the Cleansers
It’ll be your best break
E’en if you’ve made a few mistakes
Come on and sign with the
Cleansers today
Come on and sign with the
Cleansers today
I said people
Are you drifting through life
Without purpose
With a heart full of strife
Cleansers today
Come on
Join in the
Cleansers today
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 09, 2015, 12:44:34 AM
Darkness comes...
“The Black Noise”
from “Killing Me Softly”
by Roberta Flack
It all began with sickness
Such pain I thought I’d die
But then my body twisted
Misshapen--no hint why
I had become a monster
Without a voice to cry
Screamin’ my pain
Through the ether
Tryin’ to understand why
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Screamin’ all across
The spectrum
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
This carcass won’t obey me
I’m trapped inside myself
And I can’t even talk to
Ask someone for their help
This prison once my person
Holds me here as I am
Screamin’ my pain
Through the ether
Tryin’ to understand why
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Screamin’ all across
The spectrum
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
I’m living out a nightmare
Bound here with no release
And so I scream silently
When will this torment cease?
It’s been this way for so long
Torment everlasting
Screamin’ my pain
Through the ether
Tryin’ to understand why
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Screamin’ all across
The spectrum
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Screamin’ my pain
Through the ether
Tryin’ to understand why
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Screamin’ all across
The spectrum
Longin’ for
Now I’m
Screamin’ my pain
Yeah, ‘cause I
Can’t understand
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Screamin’ all across
The spectrum
Longin’ for nothin’
But surcease
Post by: Aprillen on March 10, 2015, 09:56:25 AM
(Based on Aragorn's Song from The Fellowship of the Ring, with apologies to professor Tolkien)
All that is hair does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost.
And although the cold may be bitter
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
In the wasteland a path will be travelled,
Twixt the perils of giant and troll,
Renewed shall be braid 'twas unravelled,
The fellowship shall be made whole.
Post by: Rhynerd on March 10, 2015, 10:08:05 AM
"Novels and Art":
Turri you know lived with her brother
Back in her Finn army days
She never could tell what there was in the old world
And he intended to keep it that way
She joined our fair team with cousin right in tow
Quit the force, had a 3 month's stay
They took off to sea, when Lalli's shift did end
But her brother stayed back on that bay
And she'll treat novels like their fine art, art like mere paper
Anytime's a good time for scouts and skalds to find work
With the ferry now boarded, it's going off again
Though a dark Gulf on it's way to Sweden (on it's way to Sweden)
Emil's a swede, one of many cleansers
Early life was of the ol' rich boy's way
Now if there's bombs being tossed then
You better believe you want him as the, one tossin' 'em.
He quit for the family, to see the Silent World
Ended up learning of a big book plan
Oh, in his old job he didn't suffer from trolls
He intended to keep it that way
And he'll treat novels like they're fine art, art like mere paper
Tools were denied, but he got on Dalahästen
But if you gonna ride that, then you better fight a giant 'till the tunnel saves
Just treat novels like their fine art, art like mere paper
Load up the cat tank with the captain and the medic
The bridge has broke, looks like they're gonna keep raiding, extra days
Their first mission had hauls of worth
As they looked through a "hospital"
But they found a live troll nest right on the bar floor
And sent the place to hell
Now after running away
The team is all safe, at the Kastrup fort
And their biggest catch might be
This journal from, medical men
And they treat novels like they're fine art, art like mere paper
Now we're here in the break but soon they'll have one mage more
The name's not known, for now we gonna call him Braidy
We'll drink our tea like it's fine wine, wine like it's water
That's how we'll tell folks they called out the wrong gender
If you don't know, that braided folk's a guy
And they treat novels like they're fine art, art like mere paper
Now we're here in the break but soon they'll have one mage more
The name's not known, for now we gonna call him Braidy
We'll drink our tea like it's fine wine, wine like it's water
That's how we'll tell folks they called out the wrong gender
If you don't know, that braided folk's a guy
Post by: Sunflower on March 11, 2015, 12:53:59 AM
Here is translation, guaranteed accurate because it is dwagon stuff:
Kuulkaa henget hämärtyneet
Tuonen tieltä erehtyneet
Pyydän puhtahalla suulla,
anon sulosanasilla
What the blazes is wrong with this transmitter?
They can build a CatTank but not a radio?
I swear the next time I see an engineer
I'm going to kick him right in the future generations.
Vaeltakaa väljemmälle,
kulkekaa jo kauemmalle.
Muiden kujien kulmille,
toisten talojen turuille
I am glad that of all my friends here
Only one can understand this.
And she realizes that spells don't rely on words
But upon being really ticked.
Sitä lausun, jotta käsken
Vaiti väki vaivalloinen
I hereby state and command thee
to work you [expletive omitted] machine!
Tahikka tei’ät manoan!
Nostan luontoni lovesta,
vieritän verisen kiven,
vieraat varjoihin kiroan.
Unless you listen and start working
I will take a screwdriver
And turn you into a flush counter
In the toilet room. Installed in the bowl.
... and now we know why radio suddenly worked good.
Post by: Sunflower on March 11, 2015, 01:02:00 AM
O SnootsDwagon, kindly reptile,
Since you made Sunflower giggle,
Won't you think of future readers,
Store your wit for late arrivals?
Let it not be buried under
Forty thousand later comments.
Take, I pray, that great "translation,"
Copy it and safely move it,
Store it in the Forum waiting,
In our "Poetry Collection"
(Since that scans in runo meter).
Post it now all neat and tidy,
So that we can tell our children,
"This is Lalli's rune translation,
This is how he quelled the spirits,
These are threats that work on airwaves,
This is the 'most best' rendition."
Noodly Appendage
<3 runo meter!
Sunflower
(Sigh.)
Runo meter is addictive.
Four-beat lines packed tight with trochees,
No enjambment ('less you're desp'rate),
Fills your head like radio earworms,
Keeps on beating and repeating,
Will not ever stop its pounding,
Repetitious in its statements,
What it just said keeps repeating,
"Lamentations full of anguish"
Till the poor skald's head is aching,
Plead I for some surcease quickly.
Stumbling now towards YouTube channel,
Call I now for stronger magic,
Fighting one spell with another.
Click
/>Ahhhh.
LooNEY_DAC
A line of fourfold iambs, though
Can also catch the ear, and so
Since Carroll used it, oh, so well
A tragic episode to tell
When it came time to make it song
The melody was just so strong
A jaunty tune it swiftly made
But no one came to Carroll's aid
Though featured in a movie fair
The fickle public did not care
Aside from druggies on their kicks
And so the critics took their licks
But Disney's work survives anon
Outlasting scoffers, every one
Post by: corncobman on March 11, 2015, 01:54:50 AM
Giddy these updates feel,
Such the waiting was.
Almost want to squeal,
Reading with a buzz.
Lalli with the magic chant,
Glowing hands, waving round.
All it takes is a faceplant
Hope they are homeward bound.
Still they see no magic done.
Only a thump they feel
Sitting out in the sun
They won't believe it's real
Post by: Nimphy on March 11, 2015, 05:36:20 PM
Author: Aprillen
Hear me now, oh wayward children
Playing, shouting, here unbidden
With my nicest voice I'm speaking
Neither threatening nor shrieking:
Please find other playing places
Other neighbourhoods and spaces,
Run around some other lot, now,
There's a good bunch, off you trot now.
Right, you're getting most provoking
Stop this now, I am not joking!
Do not make me come and get you!
You'll be sorry, this I bet you!
You'll get off my lawn right now, or
You will see my thwacking power!
Post by: Aprillen on March 11, 2015, 05:54:58 PM
I'll just have to post Mikko's very beautiful and proper translation instead.
Page 278
By Incanus01 (Mikko)
Lalli's Exorcism (translation)
Harken to me spirits faded
gone astray from paths of Tuoni
with speech pure I now beseech thee,
pray with words of sweetest cadence.
Wander ways away from this place,
journey farther ever from here,
corners to of unknown alleys
neighbourhoods of other dwellings
This I utter,
thus command I:
Silence to thee
folk most vexing.
Or I shall now all abjure thee
spirit mine incite from dream-state,
stone of blood will cast upon thee
curse outsiders to the shadows!
-Mikko-
Post by: Snoots Dwagon on March 11, 2015, 06:08:24 PM
Sunflower asked Snoots "Join da forums"
After reading Lalli's chant.
But if she knew more 'bout dwagons
Prolly later wish she shan't.
Waiting for next Lalli spell
Or anything in scritches scratches.
Minna writes in weirdy-words
So we write pomes all in batches.
Dwagons not too good at pomes.
Writing wif three claws a pain.
But since now is here on forums
Prolly will write pomes again.
da end
Post by: wavewright62 on March 11, 2015, 08:03:07 PM
"The commenters are getting restless
going so long without an update
Hear their beseeching cries
and trounce the trolls' tropes with your voice:
O bring us back our mages and skalds
O bring us back our captain strong
take back the harsh cries of TroLlIsH cAsE
into the deeps from whence they came."
"Listen up!
We wait no more!
Begone despair and sullen endless F5
Let the squirrel cookies no longer pall,
while we wait on fresh pages!
How hard can it be?"
Post by: corncobman on March 11, 2015, 11:04:50 PM
Two pages at a time!
Too much to absorb.
The colours are sublime.
Tuuri's face is adorbs.
Lalli is all spent,
They shall never know.
What his expression meant.
And his sweating so.
The crowd back home in shock
To find that they survive.
Relieved faces, stare and gawk
About the happy five.
Unexpected was the call,
Loud reply that Torbjörn made.
Expected them to fall,
During their literary raid.
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Radio Caused the Tuuri Ear Stars (based on Video Killed The Radio Star by Buggles)
I heard you on the wireless on day twenty two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
Oh-a oh
They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine and new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh-a oh
I met your children
Oh-a oh
What did you tell them?
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
Audio came and broke your part
Oh-a-a-a oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And you remember the jingles used to go
Oh-a oh
You were the first one
Oh-a oh
You were the last one
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
In my mind and in my car
We can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh
Oh-a-aho oh
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
In my mind and in my car
We can't rewind we've gone to far
Audio came and broke your part
Put the blame on Torbjörn's bark
You caused the audio stars
You caused the audio stars
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
(You caused the audio stars)
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
Radio caused the Tuuri ear stars
(You caused the audio stars)
Oh-a oh
Oh-a oh
Oh-a oh
Post by: Auleliel on March 12, 2015, 02:40:09 AM
One Day More (from Les Miserables, link to song + original lyrics (http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/lesmiserables/onedaymore.htm))
Cast:
Valjean = Longtime fans
Marius + Cosette = Newcomers + ex-lurkers
Eponine = Minna
Enjolras = Me (Auleliel)
Jalvert = Rabid fans
M. + Mme. Thenardier: Fanartists
Students Group 1 = Lalliemil shippers
Students Group 2 = Drinking gamers
Longtime fans:
One day more.
Another day until our destiny.
This never-ending road into ennui.
This waiting for another page
Will surely last another age.
One day more.
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
I did not post until this page.
How can I live until the update?
Longtime fans:
One day more.
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
Tomorrow seems a world away,
And yet my obsession's just started.
Minna:
One more day to draw alone.
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
Will we ever read again?
Minna:
One more day of preparation.
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
Without posts what will I do?
Minna:
What, the fanbase still has grown?!
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
Ah, I'll join the forum, too!
Minna:
Once, I thought they'd never care!
Auleliel:
One more day before The Page!
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
Do I follow all the threads?
Auleliel:
At this website I find freedom.
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
Shall I add some comments there?
Auleliel:
Now my hope begins to form.
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
Do I stay; do I dare?
Auleliel:
Will you wait online with me?
All:
The time is soon, the page is near!
Longtime fans:
One day more!
Rabid fans:
One more day to revelation.
We will not rest 'til it's up.
We'll be ready for the update.
We'll hit F5 'til it's stuck!
Longtime fans:
One day more!
Fanartists:
Draw another pic.
Write another poem.
Post it on the forum
from at work or home.
Sew another stitch.
Add the final touch.
Everyone will love it
and admire it much!
Lalliemil shippers:
One day 'til we can meet Braidy?
Drinking gamers:
Raise the flagon of beer high!
Lalliemil shippers:
Will they finally have a "thing"?
Drinking gamers:
Ha! Another one! Let's drink!
Lalliemil shippers:
Is a love triangle beginning?
Drinking gamers:
Need a bottle; this one's done.
All:
Did you see the update yet?
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
My place is here; I'll vote for you!
Longtime fans:
One day more!
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
I did not post until today.
Minna:
One more day to paint alone!
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
How can I live until the update?
Rabid fans:
We will join all of the fansites.
We will follow all the tweets.
We will learn another language.
We will write all of the threads.
Longtime fans:
One day more!
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
Tomorrow seems a world away.
Minna:
What, the fanbase still has grown?!
Newcomers + ex-lurkers:
And yet my obsession's just started.
Rabid fans:
One more day to revelation.
We will not rest 'til it's up.
We'll be ready for the update.
Fanartists:
Draw another pic.
Write another poem.
Post it on the forum
from at work or home.
Longtime fans:
Tomorrow is so far away.
Tomorrow is the update day.
All:
Tomorrow we'll discover
What our god in Finland has in store.
One more dawn.
One more day.
One day more!
Post by: Aprillen on March 12, 2015, 05:12:36 PM
Sunflower posted on page 279:
"That lavender shading on her hair is very flattering -- she should keep that in future chapters! (Maybe Emil can fix her up? Do they have any grape Kool-Aid for improvised hair dye?)"
To which I replied:
"As far as I know, there is no Kool-Aid there even now. They will have to do it magically.
Dear Creator, fair and mighty,
Can you make my hair highlight-y?
Please don't use whatever nearest,
Use the purple, Minna dearest!"
(I hope silly doggerel is OK to post here as well...)
Post by: corncobman on March 12, 2015, 11:50:31 PM
Candlelight Meal
Trond's face is grumpy yet,
The others more expectant look.
Many nights they must have fret,
After the bridge collapsed and shook.
The book tally is disappoint,
The numbers less than thrill.
Can't return to the prior joint,
Maybe onward they'll find more still
We don't know how much time elapsed,
The crew must be famished now.
Surprisingly though the pan collapsed,
The pan deposited their chow.
"KRUTS" and "SHWAMP", unpleasant sounds,
For those that want a hearty meal.
The pan is shot, the stove is drowned.
Disappointed they must now feel.
Mikkel looks for something good,
Opening up a cargo crate.
What he finds makes poor food.
Candles aren't exactly great.
With a face that says "kill me",
He holds one of them aloft.
Situations not so lucky
Seem to happen to them oft.
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Candles in the Crate (based on Candle in the Wind by Elton John)
Goodbye tasty meal
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you bawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered all of their chants
They set us on the hallway
And they made us change our pants
Chorus:
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like the candles in the crate
Never knowing who to cling to
When holding the plate
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a rook
Your bottom fell out long before
Your contents ever cooked
Hungriness was tough
The toughest role he ever played
Torbjörn created a superstar
And pain was the price he paid
Even when he cried
Oh the trolls still hounded him
All the papers had to say
Was that Emil was so dim
(Chorus)
Goodbye tasty meal
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you bawled
Goodbye tasty meal
From the young man that was closest to the deck
Who sees you as something more than sustenance
More than just our breakfast wrecked
Post by: Brandenfascher on March 13, 2015, 10:32:46 AM
A parody of "Man It's So Loud in Here" by They Might Be Giants
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*Page 148
-They, about to board the train off to the sea platform
-It's definitely cloudy
-The train is all made up of saws, to repel the night trolls
-Lalli is concerned about the monsters
-Train guy, wait this out I have something to say
-*Sky, be so bright and clear!*
-Now the skies have opened up and light can shine again
-And he goes along his way
*Page 212
-He likes to travel in his dreams
-But he's distracted, now he's accosted by sea-troll
-Hey troll, watch out, I will make you really pay
-*Cat-like explosion sphere*
-When sea-troll's in smithereens and Lalli breathes again
-Lalli exits where he was
*Page 278
-Trolls are burning, screaming at us, flailing and charring
-They arrived at Kastrup Fort safely
-Now it looks just like a camp spot
-The radio's air waves are confused
-Tuuri check this out, I've got something to say
-*Trolls, you get off the air!*
-Now they cleared the atmosphere and she can talk again
-Lalli exits with an "Uuh."
-Hey there, check this out, I've got some spells to play
-*Sky, be so bright and clear!*
-*Cat-like explosion sphere*
-*Trolls, you get off the air!*
-Incantation spell seer!
Post by: slim kittens on March 13, 2015, 07:53:55 PM
Meanwhile, back in Malmö...
Courtesy of the Beach Boys />
WOULDN'T IT BE NICE
T - Torbjörn S - Siv B - both
B:
Wouldn't it be nice if we were wealthy
And we didn't have to waste our time
Waiting for some bozos in a cattank
To bring us all the books that they could find?
You know it's gonna make it so much better
When we can say goodbye to work forever
T:
I'd love to tell my boss to do his own books
S:
I think a move to Iceland might be nice
T:
I can see his scowls while I'll be smiling
S:
Another aquavit neat, chilled with ice
T:
I think that it was wrong to hire my nephew
S:
I told you that, but do you listen? Hell no...
B:
Wouldn't it be nice?
T:
Oh we schemed, and begged and hired weirdos so it might come true
S:
On the chance that foodless, catless, hapless, still they might come through
T:
Then we'd be wealthy
S:
Then we'd be wealthy
T:
And we'd be happy
S:
(Then I'd divorce you)*
B:
Wouldn't it be nice?
T:
Do you think they know to grab the good loot?
S:
You don't really think they're THAT dumb, do you?
B:
.......
Wouldn't it be nice?
* - just kidding!
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 14, 2015, 01:35:41 AM
The “Oliver!” Chapter Two Suite
from the motion picture “Oliver!”
by Carol Reed
The “twist” I mentioned earlier is that each song is in the order it was presented in the movie (NOT the play) with none omitted or reordered until the last.
+
“Entering Mora”
from “Food, Glorious Food”
Pulling in the station now
Ev’rybody’s getting out
Here we go now into Mora
Heading through the shower part
Right behind some ancient fart
Payment to get into Mora
Snug in our robes
In the lounge
We will wait
We will wait
For our numbers to flash
But while Emil was caught out
Without a permit
Lalli grabbed up his stuff
And encountered
A sidewalk that MOVES
What magic could this be?
How wondrous it proves
But no one else can see
Just testing it proved it safe
But once near the ending
Poor Lalli tried to walk back
Tuuri stopped him
Ew, moose
Big, ugly and deformed
That isn’t a moose
Do try to stay informed
A horse is an animal
Quite diff’rent from moose
Oh, please
Sir, may we pet
Your horsies so
Adorable?
They took ev’rything
All my neat explosives
They could have done worse
Then where would we all be
Lalli, you should mind your hair
There, now, that’s much better
Now you don’t look like a bum
Or a beggar
Well, let us be off
Our HQ is nearby
We’ll kit you out there
We have a few hours
Sveavagen
Then takes us
To Oresundbro
So on
To our HQ
Where we can do
What we need to
Visit your brood
Now, don’t be rude
On to HQ
Oh, can we take a horse carriage ride?
No, dear, walking is cheap--uh, healthy
Oh well
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“Present Blessings”
from “Oliver!”
Watch out
This way
Come on
Hurry
All the traffic
Makes it hard to be quick
Now that we’re done wasting our time
Window shopping HQ
Is a block this way
Oh, all right
Isn’t our
Capital
The most impressive place
You’ve ever been?
Well it is
Pretty neat
Frankly though I thought there’d
Be more machines
Though the horses are cool
I thought there’d be
More technology
Well, for commoners it’s
Much too expensive
They’re just for the milit’ry
But our lights
Always work
Lighting the streets without
Even a quirk
And in ev’ry home
There is a phone line
And it works
Add to that
Now we have
A public radio
System in place
Can you say
That you have
Something like that back where
You two come from?
No, we don’t and that is
Pretty impressive
I must admit
But the coolest part is
Just how safe ev’ryone
Feels here in Mora Town
It’s like no
One’s afraid
There’ll be an outbreak in
Mora today
Does that happen often
I mean where you live?
Never... now
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“Past Reflections”
from “Boy for Sale”
Before
We three moved
To Keruu Town
We all lived in Saimaa
A big lake system
And towns
There are spread
Out far and wide
Making it quite easy
To keep each one safe
Even the villages
Where there’s almost
No one immune
With a few
Simple measures
But a trade route
Might vanish to boot
From year to year
An island somewhere
Might be
Stricken
Gone
We’re always watching
Always very careful
We dare not let our
Guard down anytime
We lived
And we laughed
But it was just
Something that could happen
Anytime
Always
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“Words Kind and Unkind”
from “Where is Love?”
Here we are now at our home
The last nice thing that we own
Go cling on your father if you please
And Cousin Emil’s knees
I’ll show you around the place
Kids get out of Lalli’s face
Kiddies are so cute! You’re kinda fat
Your parents don’t love you
Here are files on each of us
[Emil’s story is discussed]
And regarding skills--this mage title
It’s not so literal
Yes they’re really true
And I’ll get him to show you
Lalli, can you do a spell?
Something small for show and tell?
Emil thinks that magic isn’t true
Doesn’t it bother you?
I don’t really care
He’s not feeling up to it
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“Future Plans/And We’re Off!”
from “Consider Yourself”
We’ll be ready soon
To go
The babysitter?
We got it sorted out
Here, Tuuri, as you’re
The skald
These piles
File
What you need to get out
Your seniors are up
To speed
On ev’rything here
On the “Try to find” list
Emil, you can look
Don’t care
I don’t need
Info to do my job
I don’t remember this
Book salvation stuff from our
Mission statement from
Before
That’s because on the sly
While you’re out there researching
We can do well on the side
How well can we do?
Ah, yes
By getting old books
Clean up!
How much are we discussing and
What is my share?
We’ll talk about it
Once you’re back
You’d better not plan
To cheat
You’d better not plan
To rip me off Uncle
We’re all ready now
To go
Let’s leave
Please
Before it starts to rain
Oh, Cousin Emil
Don’t go!
You just arrived here
We didn’t get to play
Hairdresser salon
With you
Oh, please, stay
Here and we’ll have such fun!
Sorry, I’ve got to go
And I’ll be away for months
Don’t get in the dumps
Children
Daddy will be home soon
Whoop-de-do (that’s sarcasm)
Sorry, kids, I’ve got to go
Oh, Cousin Emil
Goodbye
Please come back again
Real soon
For hairdresser salon is quite
Our fav’rite game
Goodbye little brats!
Hug hug hug
Get your umbrellas guys
Rain is pouring from the skies
And I’ve got to drag
This cart
Just think of all the cash
We’ll rake in when they get back
As we walk along the
Walk along the streets
Walk along the streets
Walk along the streets
Walk along the streets
Walk along the streets
Walk along the streets
Along the streets
We’re finally here
At last
You know all these signs
Look pretty ominous
Don’t worry about
Those, guys!
In fact
It’s
A blessing in disguise
The station looks like
It’s closed
The public thinks so
But it’s been running well
Our ride’s been arranged
From here
Through miles of
Silent Lands to the south
The Dalahasten train
Rides the Svea-a-vagen line
And it’s right on time
For us
We get on here and go
South to Oresu-undbro
And kit you out with your bus!
The station looks grim
And cold
Appearances don’t
Mean much
It’s open for the military
And for us
To Oresundbro
To Oresundbro
To Oresundbro
We are off!
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 14, 2015, 01:38:06 AM
Because there weren’t enough comments on this page already, obviously
“The Saga of Braidy’s Hair”
from “The Ballad of Davy Crockett”
Born in fair Iceland
Far across the sea
Herded sheep
Since he was only three
Though warned against it
From his Pappy’s knee
Had him a yearning
For the world to see
Braidy
Braidy Shepherd
Lost in the Silent World
He crossed the ocean
We know not how
He came to Denmark
And said, “Oh, wow!”
Though all the grosslings
Were a-sleeping now
Our Braidy’s excitement
Would stir up quite a row
Braidy
Braidy Shepherd
A tourist in Denmark
While he was dreaming
Of running free
Across deep water
In nice robes he
Caught the attention
Of our mage Lalli
Trying to get hold
Of his cousin Onni
Braidy
Braidy Shepherd
His name we still don’t know
When Lalli went back
To find this guy
He’d just plain vanished
I wonder why?
In disappointment
Lalli heaved a sigh
And that was the ending
To Chapter Five
Braidy
Braidy Shepherd
The one who won’t appear
He’s in the promos
With all the guys
And in the group shots
He don’t look wise
Sheepish his grin and
Wide are his eyes
When we finally meet him
It’ll be a surprise!
Braidy
Braidy Shepherd
So goofy is his grin
Minna has promised us
That he’ll appear
She didn’t say when
It could be next year
It’s already plotted
Minna won’t play by ear
But she’ll stir the pot up
For her audience dear
Braidy
Braidy Shepherd
Luring new readers in
Post by: rosemaryr94901 on March 14, 2015, 11:29:37 AM
"Will Ye Go, Lalli, Go?" (to be sung by Tuuri...pre-adventure)
(based on "Will Ye Go, Lassie, Go? aka "Wild Mountain Thyme")
Oh, the summertime is coming
And the trolls, they will be waking
And the wild giants gather
All around the bookish treasure.
Will ye go Lalli, go?
Chorus:
And we’ll all go together
To slay those city trolls
Gathered 'round the bookish treasure
Will ye go Lalli, go?
I will build my team a cat-tank
Where we live, asleep or waking.
And the team will have a captain;
A tall, Norwegian viking
Will ye go Lalli, go?
[CHORUS]
If my brother mage won't go
I must surely find another
Whose wild magic verses
Slays the giants with his power
Will ye go Lalli, go?
[CHORUS]
I assume a cleanser's coming
And a medic will be working.
For the wild city trolls
Still guard the books we treasure.
Will ye go Lalli,go?
[CHORUS]
Post by: slim kittens on March 15, 2015, 07:54:04 PM
TEN LITTLE GROSSLINGS
or
It's Tough Being a Troll
Ten little grosslings sheltered from sunshine;
One took a walk outside and then there were nine.
Nine little grosslings sleeping very late;
One didn't wake up and then there were eight.
Eight little grosslings dining at eleven;
Fought over portion size and then there were seven.
Seven little grosslings looking for some kicks;
One went to Kastrup and then there were six.
Six little grosslings trying to survive;
One tried to catch a meal and then there were five.
Five little grosslings hiding by the door;
One leapt at Sigrun and then there were four.
Four little grosslings hunting by the sea;
One met a pack of cats and then there were three.
Three little grosslings wond'ring what to do;
One dissed a giant and then there were two.
Two little grosslings looking for some fun;
One smelled a hunter and then there was one.
One little grossling sitting all alone;
He thought that he smelled smoke and then there were none.
Post by: corncobman on March 16, 2015, 12:17:51 AM
News not Good, Out of Food
So the penny has dropped,
They're all out of food.
The supply chain has stopped.
The news isn't good.
The panic sets in,
The bridge is now broke.
Torbjörn opens his chin,
Like he's had a stroke.
Supplies may be quick
But getting there a pain.
Olsen could get some stick,
Further up the command chain.
It might be a while,
So sit tight and wait
For them to send a pile
Of your supply crates.
In the meantime you might
Have to go out and hunt
Just don't repeat
Your explosive stunt.
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The Crate Pretender (based on the Great Pretender by The Platters)
Oh-oh, yes I'm the crate pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell
Oh-oh, yes I'm the crate pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I've played the game but to my real shame
You've left me to starve all alone
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the crate pretender
Just laughin' and such like a dude
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a hood
Pretending that I still have food
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the crate pretender
Just smilin' and calm like I'm shrewd
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a hood
Pretending that I still have food
Post by: corncobman on March 16, 2015, 11:56:01 PM
Seas the Opportunity
A month of delays is by far too long,
To deliver their needed supplies.
No one told Trond that blackmail is wrong.
I suppose that shouldn't surprise.
"Time to flick through the manifest,
And pick a suitable prey.
This one too far, that one not best.
I have no dirt, so I can't make 'em pay!"
"Ah this one is good, it's so perfect.
An Icelandic fishery boat.
I saved them when they were wrecked.
I'll call them and make sure to gloat."
Our supply problem has become solved.
Keep it hush hush and so very quiet.
I just had to get Trond involved.
To help deliver their replacement diet.
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Personal Trawler (based on Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode)
Your own personal trawler
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal trawler
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there
Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and grab crates
Reach out and grab crates
Your own personal trawler...
Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and grab crates
Your own personal trawler
Reach out and grab crates
Post by: corncobman on March 18, 2015, 12:19:52 AM
All Turned Around
Asa's face just suddenly changed
From some kind of smug to suddenly "AAARGH"
Trond's reminder has turned her all strange.
This isn't the last time they'll verbally spar.
She is persuaded to make a diversion,
Which wasn't at all in her initial plan.
Forced to make this extra excursion,
By the scheming mountain monkey man.
Meanwhile Emil scoffs at these rounds
Of biscuit, not his favourite meal.
Sigrun reminds him they aren't eating mounds
Of dirt which wouldn't be ideal.
Tuuri has received news of a fix,
A solution that Trond has discovered.
The replacement food better be quick,
Otherwise they'd have to munch on each other.
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Scheming Monkey Man (based on Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons)
Keep to yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Reap, scheming monkey man,
You're not as still as you were at the start
Rate yourself and rake yourself
Take all the blackmail you have left
And waste it on fixing all
The problems that they made in your own theft
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your squad on the line
They really mucked it up this time
Didn't they, my dear?
Didn't they, my...
Survive for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before
Connive, scheming monkey man,
You'll never settle any of your scores
Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your slyness stands alone among the wreck
Now keep from the others or else
You'll spend your days biting your own neck
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your squad on the line
They really mucked it up this time
Didn't they, my dear?
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
They really mucked it up this time
Didn't they, my dear?
Didn't they, my dear?
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your squad on the line
They really mucked it up this time
Didn't they, my dear?
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your squad on the line
They really mucked it up this time
Didn't they, my dear?
Didn't they, my dear?
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 18, 2015, 01:37:08 AM
“Moon, Shine Your Light Down”
from “Weave Me the Sunshine”
by Peter Yarrow
Moon, Moon,
Moon, shine your light down
Break through the fallin’ rain
Shine down on us
As we make our journey
And protect
Our little train
Let your light
Hold back the grosslings
Watch over our train
Keep us safe
From evil ghost-things
Watch over our train
Moon, Moon,
Moon, shine your light down
Break through the fallin’ rain
Shine down on us
As we make our journey
And protect
Our little train
Part the clouds
Reveal your glory
Watch over our train
Comfort those
Who always worry
Watch over our train
Moon, Moon,
Moon, shine your light down
Break through the fallin’ rain
Shine down on us
As we make our journey
And protect
Our little train
Only you can
Keep us safe now
Watch over our train
Cover us with your
Won’drous soft glow
Watch over our train
Moon, Moon,
Moon, shine your light down
Break through the fallin’ rain
Shine down on us
As we make our journey
And protect
Our little train
Post by: corncobman on March 19, 2015, 04:58:55 AM
Pier into the Unknown
Trond gives the orders and off the group sets.
In the cat tank a momentary drive.
Who knows what sort of supplies they will get
At the pier, from the ship that will arrive.
They found it so they mustn't be blind.
The gang make their way to the lighthouse over there.
They get out and to it, then around it they wind,
The coastal breeze flaps their magnificent hair.
Lalli looks like he's in a world of his own.
He wonders what all the fuss is about.
He doesn't like to have his hair blown.
He just wants to be left alone, the poor scout.
So the rest look out and wait for the supply ship
Emil doesn't seem like he will wait long.
The binoculars one of the members does grip,
Um Sigrun, I think that you're using those wrong...
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 19, 2015, 07:14:21 AM
corncobman -> LooNEY_DAC
You got past the bridge how?
I cannot comprehend.
If it was broken now,
My disbelief does not suspend.
LooNEY_DAC -> corncobman
There once was a bridge to Old Kastrup
Now there isn't
corncobman -> LooNEY_DAC
Come on down to Kastrup we're gonna have ourselves a time.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 19, 2015, 09:59:45 PM
“Lalli-by”
from “Hushabye”
by the Beach Boys
[Please note: most ooh-oohs have been replaced with lyrics, as transcription cannot replicate such beautiful chords]
You twitch
And you cry
But soon all
Will be alright
Rest easy, Lalli
Don’t twitch or scream
(Lalli, Lalli, Lalli-by)
Sleep freely, Lalli
Untouched by dreams
(Lalli, Lalli, Lalli-by)
Lullaby, Lalli-by
Scout so restless
Help is nigh
In the harsh grip
Of the light
Shining down so
Green and bright
Rest easy, Lalli
Don’t twitch or scream
(Lalli, Lalli, Lalli-by)
Sleep freely, Lalli
Untouched by dreams
(Lalli, Lalli, Lalli-by)
Lullaby
(Rest easy now)
Lalli-by
(Don’t worry now)
You are safe
Your friends are nigh
(Your friends are nigh)
Lullaby
(Rest easy now)
Lalli-by
(Don’t worry now)
You are safe
Your friends are nigh
See the worry
On your face
Keeping you from
Rest’s embrace
Put my hand
Upon your brow
Rest will come so
Easy now
Rest easy, Lalli
Don’t twitch or scream
(Lalli, Lalli, Lalli-by)
Sleep freely, Lalli
Untouched by dreams
(Lalli, Lalli, Lalli-by)
And now
You are calm
In the shade
Of my palm
Post by: corncobman on March 19, 2015, 11:39:06 PM
Shot Across the Brow
Sigrun waves with her arms held aloft.
She welcomes with unbridled glee.
A harpoon has fired, a crew-mate almost offed.
The distance between them too far to see.
The aforementioned ship has arrived at the dock,
The lucky cleanser almost gets his head shot through.
He ducks with his head in his hands, what a shock.
They would have been down a member of crew.
The cargo unloaded, connected by rope,
Although the spear almost hit them with "TSSAK!"
At least now they have food they'll manage to cope.
They will also have to figure out a way back.
The Icelandic captain not happy right now.
A warning to Trond, the Norwegian to heed.
Shouting at them, anger on her brow.
But where, oh where is dear Braidy, indeed?
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The Mage (based on The Mute by Radical Face)
Well, as a scout I mostly spoke inside my head
I had conversations with the clouds, the cats, the dead
And they thought me broken, that my tongue was coated lead
But I just couldn't make my words make sense to them
If you only listen with your ears... I can't get in
And I spent my evenings pullin' stars out of the sky
And I'd arrange them on the lake where I would lie
And in the wind I'd taste the dreams of distant lives
And I would dress myself up in them through the night
While they all would sleep in separate beds... and wonder why
And through them days I was a ghost atop my chair
My unc considered me a cross he had to bear
And in my head I'd sing apologies and stare
As cousin would hang the clothes across the line
And she would try to keep the empty... from her eyes
So, then one afternoon I dressed myself alone
I packed my pillowcase with everything I owned
And in my head I said "goodbye," then we were gone
And we set out on the heels of the unknown
So cousin could have a new life of her own
So that maybe I could find some braid
Who could hear the only words that I'd known
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 20, 2015, 08:19:31 PM
Pg 285
“Beyond the Scene”
from “Beyond the Sea”
by Bobby Darin
Somewhere
Beyond the scene
Somewhere
Not in-between
Our Braidy stands
With claspéd hands
And waits for the day
Minna updates
Somewhere
Beyond the scene
He’s there
Not being seen
Oh, what a joy
This gangly boy
Will give to the fans
When he appears
So far
We’ve had one word
But still
Fangirls will swoon
And so
We’ll all cry out,
“Minna,
Please bring him in soon!”
They’ll meet
This hapless mage
On some
Double splash page
And we will squee
To fin’lly see
Our Braidy appear
With the whole team
And so
We’ll all cry out,
“Minna,
Please bring him in soon!”
They’ll meet
(She swears they’ll meet)
This hapless mage
On some
Double splash page
And we will squee
To fin’lly see
Our Braidy appear
With the whole team
That’s the whole team
Need our whole team
Minna’s whole team
Post by: slim kittens on March 20, 2015, 10:57:27 PM
Courtesy of "The Cars"
JUST WHAT WE NEEDED
or
mI cAsA eS sU cAsA...
wE dOn'T mInD yOu sNeAkin' iN
aNd sTeAliN' All oUr bOOks
'cAuSe yOu'LL nEvEr seE uS hErE
HIdInG iN tHe NooKs
iT's nOt tHe tUnIcs tHaT yOu wEaR
iT's nOt tHe sPaRkLes iN yOuR hAiR
wE dOn'T mInD yOu sNeAkin' iN
aNd sTeAliN' All oUr bOOks
wE dOn'T mInD yOu hAnGin' oUt
aNd mAkIn' tHiS yOuR hOmE
dOn'T yOu eVeR tRy tO LeAvE
wE wOuLdN't Let yOu rOaM, nOoo...
bLooD aNd mUsCLe, wE cAn tEll
yOu mAkE uS dIzzY wItH yOuR sMeLL!
wE dOn'T mInD yOu hAnGin' oUt
aNd mAkIn' tHiS yOuR hOmE
oH yUm, yOu'Re jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD (jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD)
wE rEaLLy nEEdeD tO fEEd
oH yEaH, yOu'Re jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD (jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD)
wE nEEdeD sOmEoNe tO bLeeD
wE dOn'T mInD yOu cOmIn' hErE
aNd aCtIn' LiKe a FooL
'cAuSe wHeN yOu'Re sTaNdiN' oH sO nEaR
yOu kInDa mAkE uS dRooL, yEaH
iT's nOt tHe tUnIcs tHaT yOu wEaR
iT's nOt tHe sPaRkLes iN yOuR hAiR
wE dOn'T mInD yOu cOmIn' hErE
aNd aCtIn' LiKe a FooL
oH yUm, yOu'Re jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD (jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD)
wE rEaLLy nEEdeD tO fEEd
oH yEaH, yOu'Re jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD (jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD)
wE nEEdeD sOmEoNe tO bLeeD
oH yUm, yOu'Re jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD (jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD)
wE rEaLLy nEEdeD tO fEEd
oH yEaH, yOu'Re jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD (jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD)
wE nEEdeD sOmEoNe tO bLeeD
yEaH, yEaH, sO fEEd uS!
yOu'Re jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD
yOu'Re jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD
yOu'Re jUsT wHaT wE nEEdeD
yEaH, yEaH, yEaH
Post by: rosemaryr94901 on March 21, 2015, 01:15:30 PM
Based on the song "The M.T.A" by the Kingston Trio
"The Braidy Way"
Well, let me tell you of the story of a guy called Braidy, on a magic and
fateful day.
He put a kitty in his backpack, said goodbye to Iceland, then went off to
sail away.
Well, did he ever arrive?
Yes, he finally arrived, but his name is still unknown.
He can't hide forever, this mage from Iceland. He's the man who finally
arrived.
Well, Braidy found a boat that was run by Asa, and hid in a supply room
crate.
Before the crate was loaded, it got nailed shut; Braidy couldn't get out of that crate.
Well, did he ever arrive?
Yes, he finally arrived, but his name is still unknown.
He can't hide forever, this mage from Iceland. He's the man who finally
arrived.
Now, all night long Braidy sits in the supply crate, crying, "What
will become of me?!!
How can I ever manage to see the world, or even feed my own kitty?"
Well, did he ever arrive?
Yes, he finally arrived, but his name is still unknown.
He can't hide forever, this mage from Iceland. He's the man who finally
arrived.
Now, Braidy doesn't know it, when Trond blackmailed Asa: that crate was part of the trade.
And 'cross the open waters she sends the team supplies, as the surf comes
rumblin' through.
Well, did he ever arrive?
Yes, he finally arrived, but his name is still unknown.
He can't hide forever, this mage from Iceland. He's the man who finally
arrived.
Now, you league of fangirls, don't you think it's a scandal, how long he's
been in that crate?
Crack open the crate! Get water for cleaning! Get poor Stinky out of that
crate!
Well, did he ever arrive?
Yes, he finally arrived, but his name is still unknown.
He can't hide forever, this mage from Iceland. He's the man who finally
arrived.
He's the man who finally arrived. He's the mage who finally arrived. (Ain't
you, Braidy?)
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 21, 2015, 03:21:11 PM
“Captain Ása”
from “In the Navy”
by the Village People
Shanghaied to divert here
Sending food to the pier
Blackmailed by that demon Trond
Had I any notion
We’d be in the ocean
Not trapped in this stinking pond
How on earth did he know
Of my peccadillo
Anyway it’s sink or swim
If he ever tries to
Spread his filthy lies to
Anyone I’ll destroy him
Captain Ása
Proud skipper of Túnfiskurinn
Captain Ása
Was friends with Trond but now hates him
Captain Ása
Sailing through oceans flecked with foam
Captain Ása
Captain Ása
Shouting through the megaphone
Captain Ása
Coming to our dear heroes’ aid
Captain Ása
Won’t come ashore, she’s too afraid
Captain Ása
She might yield our forthcoming Braid
Captain Ása
(Captain Ása)
Captain Ása
(Captain Ása)
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish is an awesome ship
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish is an awesome ship
She was calmly knitting
On the daybed sitting
When she got the curséd call
At first she was so sure
But then her composure
Cracked as Trond explained it all
Just as soon as it’s time
Fire the harpoon line
Almost parting Emil’s hair
Babbles in Icelandic
No one understands it
Tell me, people, is it fair?
Captain Ása
Proud skipper of Túnfiskurinn
Captain Ása
Was friends with Trond but now hates him
Captain Ása
Sailing through oceans flecked with foam
Captain Ása
Captain Ása
Shouting through the megaphone
Captain Ása
Coming to our dear heroes’ aid
Captain Ása
Won’t come ashore, she’s too afraid
Captain Ása
She might yield our forthcoming Braid
Captain Ása
(Captain Ása)
Captain Ása
(Captain Ása)
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish is an awesome ship
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish is an awesome ship
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish
Captain Ása
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish
Captain Ása
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish
Captain Ása
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish
Captain Ása
Tuna Fish
Tuna Fish
Captain Ása
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 22, 2015, 04:48:19 PM
As we near the Monday update
Invocations seem in order
Supplications against mishaps
So I thought I’d write a poem
OK, let’s all just calm down
Don’t greet the new week with a frown
Whatever we get
I’m willing to bet
We’ll see it and all go to town
As Minna teases us so well
The waiting still begins to tell
Unsettéling our equipoise
When out among the girls and boys
Where is our
Braidy, oh
Why must we
Wait?
Minna has
Hold of his
Fate
Gather ‘round and hearken to me
Listen as I tell you truly
Soon our lengthy wait will end with--
Least that’s told and soonest mendeth
Post by: corncobman on March 23, 2015, 01:30:42 AM
Pries Supplies, Spies a Surprise
Pulling the cranks, winding the ropes,
Before their new trek can begin.
The new food supply renewing their hopes.
Time to see the goodies within.
Open them up check out the first.
Vegetables pah not real food says Sigrun.
Mikkel says "Catching scurvy would be the worst."
"You wouldn't find your teeth falling out fun."
Emil opening he pries the crate of supplies.
Lalli on the other hand murs.
This other crate contains a Braidy suprise.
The mystery person suddenly stirs.
Trapping the fingers of the poor Icelandic kid.
Emil goes nope and slams the lid shut.
Lalli looks on barely batting a lid.
Everyone will think that the Swede is a nut.
-------------------------------------------
Suprise Suprise (lyrics by Kate Robbins, sung by Cilla Black with a few changes)
The more the Swede is changing
The more he stays the same
Life is full of small surprises
It's a never ending game
If nothing is impossible
Will you believe your eyes
If the unexpected brings a smile
That's a crate surprise
Surprise, surprise,
The unexpected slams you between the eyes
The unpredictable,
That's the surprise you see
Surprise! surprise!
When you've found a braid that's lost his way
That's a crate surprise
And when you don't know what's in store today
That might bring surprise
It's the greatest feeling in the world
Nobody denies
Surprise, surprise,
The unexpected slams you between the eyes,
The unpredictable,
That's the surprise you see
Surprise! surprise!
We don't know what's around the corner
Living from day to day
We never know when we'll fall in crates
So let it carry you away
Surprise, surprise,
The unexpected slams you between the eyes,
The unpredictable,
That's the surprise you see
Surprise! surprise!
Surprise, surprise
It's the greatest feeling nobody denies
It's laughter, crates and shock in disguise
The unpredictable, that's the surprise you see
Surprise! surprise!
Surprise, surprise,
The unexpected slams you between the eyes,
It's laughter, crates and shock in disguise
And all the wealth can't bring us what it buys
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 23, 2015, 04:51:57 PM
Inspired by http://www.sssscomic.com/comic.php#comment-1923900484 (http://www.sssscomic.com/comic.php#comment-1923900484) alex’s comment
“PAIN!!!!!”
from “Fame!”
by Irene Cara
I was in a crate
Hoping to find my fate
Speeding from the ship to the shore
Little knowing what was in store
For me
Thought it would improve
Once I had made my move
But when I pushed up from the box
The guy with sparkly locks
Pushed me down again
PAIN!
The lid slammed down on my hand
My bones are screaming at me
PAIN!
Rippling out fit to beat the band
They might be broken you see
PAIN!
What did I do to deserve this?
How did I earn their disdain?
PAIN!
The lid slammed down on my hand
That lid is really my bane
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
This just takes the cake
Never had a worse ache
Let’s just hope the bones didn’t smash
Healing that would take too much cash
It’s true
When the lid came down
Pain hit me like a crown, so
Sharp and hard through my poor right hand
Ow! I don’t understand!
PAIN!
The lid slammed down on my hand
My bones are screaming at me
PAIN!
Rippling out fit to beat the band
They might be broken you see
PAIN!
What did I do to deserve this?
How did I earn their disdain?
PAIN!
The lid slammed down on my hand
That lid is really my bane
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
[Musical interlude]
PAIN!
The lid slammed down on my hand
My bones are screaming at me
PAIN!
Rippling out fit to beat the band
They might be broken you see
PAIN!
What did I do to deserve this?
How did I earn their disdain?
PAIN!
The lid slammed down on my hand
That lid is really my bane
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
Boy it hurts
PAIN!
The lid slammed down on my hand
PAIN!
My bones are screaming at me
PAIN!
Rippling out fit to beat the band
PAIN!
They might be broken you see
PAIN!
What did I do to deserve this?
PAIN!
How did I earn their disdain?
PAIN!
The lid slammed down on my hand
PAIN!
That lid is really my bane
PAIN!
Post by: corncobman on March 23, 2015, 11:14:33 PM
I Will Braid (based on I Will Wait by Mumford and Sons)
And I awoke
Like a stone
And lid closed heavy onto my arm
These days of darkness
Which I've known
Will stow away with this new sun
And I'll sit down
Ask for now
And I'll sit down
Know my ground
And I will braid, I will braid for you
And I will braid, I will braid for you
So break the crate
And relent
I'm agape and I won't forget
Know what we've seen
And him with less
Now in some way
Ask his intents
But I will braid, I will braid for you
And I will braid, I will braid for you
And I will braid, I will braid for you
And I will braid, I will braid for you
So I'll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
That tethered crate free from the lines
But I'll kneel down
Wait for now
I'll kneel down
Know my ground
Raise my hands
Shout for leaving boat
And bow my head
Watch the boat go
Cause I will braid, I will braid for you
And I will braid, I will braid for you
And I will braid, I will braid for you
And I will braid, I will braid for you
----------------------------------------------
Not a Lunch Box.
The team is surprised, this thing they can't eat.
This isn't the team's ideal kind of meat.
Shoot it! Don't shoot it, and then let it out!
Their food crate's contents increasingly in doubt.
Sigrun chases the boat but it's out of sight.
Man overboard, this situation's not right.
Emil stands gawk-eyed, his eyes on stalks.
Who is the stranger with red flowing locks?
He challenges his title as the man with best hair.
Meanwhile Lalli continues to look on and stare.
At least Mikkel can talk to the poor bloke.
The wrong destination at which he's awoke.
Sigrun collapsed now. All hope is lost.
The supply ship has gone, stowaway tossed.
What'll they make of this new man in the frame?
They haven't even bothered to ask him his name...
Encore by Balthazar:
All the while Turri is gone.
And practically absent even from this song.
Was she eaten by trolls? Passed out on the sand?
I don't like this mystery, it's more than I can stand.
Of course we'll wait and pray for part two.
Listening for a name and a Finn we all knew.
Post by: Brandenfascher on March 24, 2015, 04:54:16 PM
------------------------
The Braid will fess up
Tomorrow!
Bet his sorry fingers
For tomorrow
Will be sore!
Just wishin' it's now
Tomorrow!
He pushed away the lid
And found the sorrow.
Now he's lost!
And he's stuck with Captain,
Cute Finn,
and Cat Guy,
As well as Mik Mane,
Hair Vain,
Cat-tank!
Ohhhhh...
The Braid will speak out
Tomorrow!
So we gotta hang on 'til tomorrow
For his name!
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
We'll hear it
Tomorrow!
We're only a page away!
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
We'll hear it
Tomorrow!
We're only a day away!
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 24, 2015, 11:32:59 PM
“The Sound of Squeeing”
from “The Sound of Music”
by R. Rogers & O. Hammerstein
The comments are filled
With our thoughts on Braidy
For him we did wait
More than a full year
And Disqus will break
From our comments flooding
A load that their servers could
Never bear
Our comments say
“Drink!” and
“You’re sure
Braidy’s not
A girl?”
As some still
Are confused
Our comments have
Puns and
Some games
And cool
User Names
That our friends
Go by
Our posters have
Posters
They bought
To support
Our dear
Author
Minna Sundberg
We squee at
The thought
That we’ll learn
Braidy’s real name
Today!
So flood the whole site
With the sound of squeeing
Our comments must flow
As never before
Our comments are filled
With the sound of squeeing
Just one moment more
Post by: corncobman on March 24, 2015, 11:59:52 PM
Stare and Hair
At last now we have a name to the Braid.
Lalli stares at the new red-headed guy.
Back they all go, as Reynir's hopes fade.
And Lalli still stares with his suspicious cat eye.
Return to sender or no food to last.
Lalli stares daggers at the man with long hair.
Get back to the radio. Fun times are past.
Lalli all the while staring his icy stare.
Sigrun dashing back, no time to lose!
Lalli continuing to stare, words rarely spoke.
At the whole situation, Tuuri is amused.
With Lalli still staring at the poor bloke.
"Take care of the hostage, Emil, you hapless Swede."
Lalli staring with a face that is blank.
Another mouth to feed that they do not need.
Lalli walking and staring all the way to the tank.
---------------------------------------------------
My Hostage (based on My Hero by the Foo Fighters)
Too alarming now to talk about
Take your stranger out and escort out
Friend or prisoner, say it aloud
Escort that braidy guy, Reynir around
There goes my hostage
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hostage
He's that braidy
Don't the best of them stare it out
While the rest of them walk about
Friend or prisoner, say it aloud
Escort that braidy guy, Reynir around
There goes my hostage
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hostage
He's that braidy
Come here, my hostage
Leaving all the best
You know my hostage
The one that's on
There goes my hostage
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hostage
He's that braidy
There goes my hostage
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hostage
He's that braidy
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 25, 2015, 01:35:51 AM
“Reynir the Red-Haired Goofball”
from “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”
by Gene Autry
We’ve met
Tuuri
And Mikkel
And Lalli
And Sigrun
Emil
The Cleanser
Who some call
“The Buffoon”
Now at last we’ll meet
The guy who
Makes our team
Complete
Reynir the Red-Haired Goofball
Tried to get to Old Bornholm
Rode on the Túnfiskurinn
Now he’s far away from home
Few of the other teammates
Even speak his only tongue
Then there’s the cat-mage Lalli
Who’s been acting so high strung
For when dreaming recently
Reynir ran by him
But when Lalli tried to talk
Reynir stiffed him
Lalli balks
Sigrun charged Emil sternly,
“Watch over the prisoner”
Reynir the Red-Haired Goofball
You’ve a ways to go with her!
Post by: mamioja on March 25, 2015, 01:25:23 PM
Page 286
A BRAIDY IN A CRATE
(“singin in rain” – Gene Kelly)
There´s a Braidy in a crate
Just a Braidy in a crate
What a glorious hair!
I´m happy today
Fangirls are here
Screaming away
The sun´s in my heart
And I`m already in love
But why is he here?
So far from his lair
Come on explain!
It´s a terrible fare
I want to know his name
I hope it´s not lame!
Just Braidy
A Braidy in a crate
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on March 25, 2015, 05:53:25 PM
Page 288
*insert melody from Greensleeves*:
Alas Reynir, ye do me wrong,
to change your name so suddenly:
And I have loved your name so long
Delighting in your companie.
Braidy was all my ioy,
Braidy was my delight:
Braidy was my heart of gold,
And who but Lord Braidy.
Post by: corncobman on March 26, 2015, 03:47:20 AM
Why, Want to Cry
Everyone's temperament somewhat soured.
The usually happy Sigrun's in a bad mood.
With garbage food they are showered.
According to her, they're out of food.
Mikkel just shakes his head, no need for a fuss.
The civilian is becoming a problem. Why oh why?
Why indeed does this keep happening to us?
Who are they kidding, we're stuck with this guy!
Emil watches his prisoner with degrees of cool,
This role is one for which he is born.
That guy will not take him for a fool!
Reynir sits by himself, looking forlorn.
How did he get himself in this mess?
Only in sheepherding he's trained.
As he contemplates with a look of distress,
Why in this tank they keep him detained?
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Sit Down by James (with a few small changes)
I'll sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour
Secrets I can't keep
Inside of the day
Swing from high to deep
Extremes of sweet and sour
Hope that God exists
I hope I pray
Drawn by the undertow
My life is out of control
I believe this wave will bear my weight
So let it flow
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In misery
Now I'm relieved to hear
That you've been to some far out places
It's hard to carry on
When you feel all alone
Now I've swung back down again
It's worse than it was before
If I hadn't seen such riches
I could live with being poor
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In misery
Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they're touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me
Love, in fear, in hate, in tears
Down
Down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In misery
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In misery
Down
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on March 26, 2015, 04:37:47 PM
Based on "Vincent" by Don McLean:
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a dreamworld´s day
With eyes that do not know the darkness yet
Shadows on the hills
Watch the hulls in the creepy chills
Catch the breeze and the dangerous feels
In colors of the silent, silent land
Now you understand
What they tried to say to you
And how you suffered for your sanity
And for your wish to become free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming fires that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Reynirs eyes of meadow green
Memories deeply seen
Of morning pastures filled with sheep
The parents´ faces loved so deep
Who never understood what may have been.
Now you understand
What they tried to say to you
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to become free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not let you
But still your wish was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You went away, as children often do
But I could've told you Reynir
This world was never meant for
One as innocent as you
Starry, starry night
Dangers wait in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
And the strangers that you've met
The curious men in likely clothes
The woman making furious mouths
And you don´t understand the speaking yet
Now you understand
What they tried to say to you
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to become free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Post by: corncobman on March 26, 2015, 10:49:54 PM
Looks Confused
Emil watches his quarry, have to act tough.
Reynir looks with a wistful glance.
This situation seems pretty rough.
What's with the other guy's bizzare stance?
Mikkel returns to assess the sitch.
Emil reporting, prisoner is secure.
All well and good, just one little hitch.
He'a not a prisoner, just to make sure.
Mikkel lets Emil down gently, as usual.
His perception of having power is blown.
First impressions are always crucial.
Here this poor one is not fault of his own.
Misunderstood words, or perhaps blame Sigrun,
She did put him in Emil's custody.
Now Emil's act of prison-guard is done.
And Reynir will never be his buddy.
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We have a prisoner
And we ride and we ride
We ride through the city's backside
We see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am a prisoner, I stay under sheet
I look through my hallway so dark
I see the eyes come like a spark
I see the bright and hollow stare
Over the city's a rip in the hair
And everything looks bad tonight
Singin' la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Got into the tank
We'll watch the prisoner
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped insides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the prisoner
How, how he sighs
Oh the prisoner
He sighs and he sighs
He looks to his right side
What does he see?
He sees the frowning Emil guy
He see the eyes on his left side
He sees not the face, just his eyes
He contemplates his future life
And pondering all, he's lost, do you see
Wandering lost, he's lost, do you see
'Cause he's a stranger to you and me
Let's take a ride and see if he's fine
Singing...
Oh, the prisoner
He sighs and he sighs
He sees things from under sheet
He looks through his wistful eye
He knows they are are watching him
He can understand the big guy
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And he appears to be just fine
And he appears to be just fine
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on March 27, 2015, 09:05:27 AM
Today´s the day we're gonna make him happen
Tonight we'll put all other things aside
Give in this time and show me some affection
We're going for this Braidy in the night
We want to love you, see you
Wrap ourselfs around you
We want to squeeze you, please you
We just can't get enough
And if you lay back in the crate we'll let it go
We´re so excited, and just can't hide it
We´re about to lose control and think we like it
We´re so excited, and just can't hide it
And we know, we know, we know, we know
we know we want you, want you
We can´t be told to wait until tomorrow
Sweet memories will last a long, long time
We'll have a good time, Braidy, don't you worry
And if we're still playing 'round, boy that's just fine
Let's get excited, we just can't hide it
We´re about to lose control and think we like it
We´re so excited, and just can't hide it
And we know, we know, we know, we know
we know we want you, want you
Post by: slim kittens on March 28, 2015, 11:17:02 PM
Some of my filks and poems take time and effort, some come quickly. This is one
of the fast ones and I'm sure it shows.
Courtesy of Derek and the Dominoes
REYNIR
What'd you do when you got lonely?
You said the sheep were such a bore
So one day, you decide to stowaway
The Danish sheep must offer more
Reynir, the crew's not fond of you
Reynir, you'd make a tasty stew
Reynir, even Lalli's making cookie eyes
There's been months of speculation
"Are you a boy or a girl?"
All the comments and drinking that you've caused
All the Minnions forced to hurl
Reynir, you've got 'em on their knees
Reynir, quell the fangirls please
Reynir, just get them to cease their constant screams
Make the best of the situation
Show the others you're a mage
Cause you see, with no immunity
You need a way to soothe their rage
Reynir, the future's up to you
Reynir, show them what you can do
Reynir, the trolls would love to meet you if you fail
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 29, 2015, 08:20:48 AM
In a slight change from the usual filk, I present...
“The Chapter 3 Summary in Epic Verse”
from “The Lady of Shalott [1842 version]”
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Part I
From our bright Mora runs a track
By fields of green and forests black
Through Silent Lands where things attack
It presses onward, never back
They call it the Sveavagen Line
And back and forth the saw-trains go
Bringing people and cargo
To the Danish base below
The Oresundbro base
Oresundbro it is calléd
Built in time of resolve solid
Built by Danes by nature stolid
Reclaimed from the world of old
Triumphant reconquest-ward
Ten years on, its purpose altered
After sad defeat, they faltered
Warhorse to a plowshare haltered
Repurposed as a port
Thither thus the saw-train goes
Rain or shine, it never slows
Though attacks its outside shows
Slowly confidence it sows
With each transit that it makes
The Dalahasten it is named
The pride of Sweden, never shamed
Impregnable, so it is claimed
Through Silent Lands it runs
So our heroes board the saw-train
Not concerned with wind blown hard rain
All save Lalli, who in right vein
Prayed to Kuutar that she would deign
Shine down on their traveling
For he had sensed an untold story
That the Swedes in their vainglory
Ran unshielded cars unworried
‘Til disaster struck
Part II
They had thought the route secure
To send passenger cars pure
Two were let through as a lure
Then the third met destruction sure
From giants, and trolls and beasts
And Lalli sensed this tale of woe
So into saw-train wouldn’t go
Except under moonlight’s soft glow
So grosslings wouldn’t strike
So after supplication grave
That Kuutar would their bacon save
Reverently Lalli gave
Standing in the station nave
Peeked he to see Her answer
Then the clouds did part to show
The Waxing Moon with glorious glow
Sweet Kuutar smiled on them, and so
He went into the train
His cousin Tuuri went before
Miss Taru too, and many more
The Västerströms: Siv and Torbjörn
Such fine raiment ev’ryone wore
And then there was the Messy Swede
With sparkly hair that shone of gold
He sought to be a warrior bold
And wanted into Lalli’s fold
Befriend the quiet Finn
So when they all went to their beds
Wrapped in soft sheets of silken threads
Emil “Good night” to Lalli said
Lalli replied with pat on head
Though he knew naught of Swedish tongue
But as the saw-train rode the rails
Past former homes by trees now veiled
The light soon waned and fin’lly failed
The trip plunged into Dark
Part III
The wind began again to squall
Through intercoms the dead did call
Their monstrous tones spoke of their fall
The Swede knew nothing of it all
Thought Lalli fussed too much
He knew his Finn friend needed sleep
Thought him wary of sounds deep
Saw bedding piled up in a heap
Thrust Lalli’s head down, “Rest!”
Lalli smoulder’d then grew wary
Grabb’d Emil’s hand as necessary
Passed him the bed-belt for the scary
Feelings did warn him not to tarry
As giant jumped the fleet saw-train
Poor Emil flew across the room
So that he thought he’d met his doom
The fierce conductor, he did fume
“Get to bed right now!”
Then Lalli to the floor he did spring
Passing them, his mind on but one thing
Set to mark the spot made his sense sing
And Agneta noticed his pointing
Call’d out, “A breech is imminent!”
And now alarm klaxons did blare
Train guards were running ev’rywhere
Left Emil with one thought to spare
“I must find Lalli now!”
Agneta turn’d, said, “You again!”
Emil, “I’m here to get my friend!”
He duck’d between the gather’d men
Clucking like worried mother hen
“Come, Lalli, we must go right now!”
But then he found their way was block’d
And all the guards their weapons did cock
So, holding Lalli, he took stock
Of their peril dire
The sounds of tortur’d metal grew
Something outside was breaking through
Emil was unsure what to do
And all around the lights burn’d blue
Like corpses walking they look’d
But worse and worse yet was to come
For as they stood there, hearts a-thrum
Breach the ceiling steel plate did some
Foul giant’s limb to probe
Part IV
A twisted mash of human forms
Harsh mockery of what was norm
Around the tight compartment did swarm
Was welcom’d by a lead hailstorm
The valiant train-guards struck back
Seemingly without a sound
At any vital point they found
But from its wounds it did rebound
It meant to slay them all
It tried to find the others near
Another trav’ler through his fear
Heav’d the door to, then got clear
Thwarting giant’s aim most dear
To take those who weren’t immune
So thwarted then it fought anew
Just mauling all the train-guards true
The boys thought that they must be through
When something smote the fiend
Just as their lot seem’d so dim
Tunnel had sliced free probing limb
Emil felt something poking him
“Help me,” came a voice so grim
And Emil scream’d and punch’d at it
Train-guards came to sort out the head
All wounded, some badly, though none dead
The boys were shuffled back to bed
The sun was soon to rise
And the saw-train onward did wend
Tuuri knew not what had happen’d
Nor Västerströms, they did append
Into safe parts they all were penn’d
Away from the contagion
Now Emil buckled himself in
And all the while watch’d Lalli thin
But soon Lall mov’d to him
Put sparkles in his hair
And so the train at last pull’d in
Outside witnessing what had been
And jolly wash crew lost their grins
To see saws that should be like fins
Dangling free over one side
Fin’lly clear, they went to clean
Taint from their noble machine
The wounded were brought from the scene
But what of our dear crew?
Sleep restor’d their equipoise
And Tuuri, clear’d to join the boys
Found her queries block’d by noise
But still the time had its joys
(When she leapt the platform gap)
And below them in the bustling crowd
Stood their two new companions proud
And they were with new hope endow’d
At Oresundbro Base
Post by: corncobman on March 29, 2015, 10:44:18 PM
Dead Serious
I have no idea how
The rest will react.
How do I say this,
With a measure of tact?
All hope be lost,
You're stuck with us mate.
Our paths are crossed,
In a permanent state.
You haven't a hope
Of returning home.
Until we are done
With plundering tomes.
You're along for the ride
Stick to us like glue
Look on the bright side
We're stuck with you too
So sit back and relax.
Rest your weary head.
Enjoy the ride. Oh wait,
You're already dead.
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"Doomed Are You" (based on Who Are You by The Who)
Doomed are you?
Doom, doom, doom, doom
Doomed are you?
Doom, doom, doom, doom
Doomed are you?
Doom, doom, doom, doom
Doomed are you?
Doom, doom, doom, doom
I woke up in a tuna food crate
And nobody knew my name
He said "You can go sleep inside tonight
If you can get up and walk this way"
I staggered back as a prisoner
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember bein' thrown all around
And one of them just stare
[chorus:]
Well, doomed are you (Doomed are you? Doom, doom, doom, doom)
I really wanna know (Doomed are you? Doom, doom, doom, doom)
Tell me, doomed are you? (Doomed are you? Doom, doom, doom, doom)
'Cause I really wanna know (Doomed are you? Doom, doom, doom, doom)
I took the tank back into town
Back to the Kastrup fort
I felt a little like a dying clown
As the medic gave support
I stretched back and I stuttered
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Cat Tank
God, there's got to be another way
Doomed are you
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...
Doomed are you?
Doom, doom, doom, doom
Doomed are you?
Doom, doom, doom, doom
Doomed are you?
Doom, doom, doom, doom
Doomed are you?
Doom, doom, doom, doom
[chorus]
I know there's a place I walked
Where sheep lie on the grass
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel like such an ass
I feel like such an idiot
I didn't feel anything amiss
How can I travel back to Bornholm now
After a mishap like this?
[chorus]
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on March 30, 2015, 09:40:05 AM
Based on "Hello (Turn Your Radio On)" by Shakespears Sister for Reynir:
Woke up this morning and was stuck into a crate
Around me darkness and my thoughts were not so great
And as I waited for my friends to set me free
I kept on asking why it must be always me
The crate is moving and I am seasick as it seems
I am afraid this will be splitting at the seams
Now there are noises and I hope there will be air
And if this is a joke, it´s not so good I swear...
Hello, hello, turn your radio on
Is there anybody out there?
Help me go back home
La, la, my life is a strange thing
Just when I thought I learned how to live it
It's gone
Crate´s lid is moving and I am gasping loud for air
Somebody´s slamming it and I think, no, that´s not fair
Strange voices yelling and at last it opens, right
Where am I here and why is everything so bright
And why is everybody looking at me now?
Where are we, this is not the place I want to go?
Who are you, do you think they´re searching when I´m late?
Or will I have to stay with you and coping with my fate?
Hello, hello, turn your radio on
Is there anybody out there?
Help me go back home
Hello, hello, turn your radio on
Is there anybody out there?
Tell me what went wrong
Oh, oh, oh oh
La, la, my life is a strange thing
Life is a strange thing
Hello, hello, turn your radio on
Is there anybody out there?
Help me go back home
Oh, oh, oh, oh
La, la, my life is a strange thing
Just when I thought I learned how to live it
It's gone
Post by: corncobman on March 30, 2015, 11:28:59 AM
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the Braid of a team with Red Hair
In western Reykjavik born and raised
On the sheep-fields was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool
And all herdin' all my sheep outside of the school
When a couple of cows who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' over to Bornholm in a ship full of pears'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my jacket on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
Steerage, hey this isn't great
Eating tuna fish out of a wooden crate.
Is this what the people of Bornholm are living like?
Hmmmmm this isn't alright.
But wait I heard there was some sort of mix up
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool pup?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the Braids of Red Hair.
Well, the ship landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a dope slammed the lid on my hand out
I'm not trying to get murdered yet
I just got here
I sat in the casket when all of you appeared
You asked me for my name and when it came clear
Nowhere close to Bornholm just Kastrup we were near
This cat tank was tiny and it had a broken mirror
If anything I could say that this tank was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Hey all, I'm Reynir.'
We pulled up to the town about 7 or 8
And he yelled to my ear 'You're my prisoner here'
I looked at my cell-room
I was just sitting there
To sit in my sheets as the Braid with Red Hair.
Post by: corncobman on March 30, 2015, 11:10:55 PM
Time Will Tell
Storytime had Reynir's mouth all agape.
He'd be at the table and get stuck in his seat.
Hearing tales of his siblings wild scrapes,
He'd listen intently and forget how to eat.
Occupational envy of his siblings he had.
While he just rounded up sheep at his home.
They had many exciting tales, good and bad.
Him stuck in place, forced not to roam.
He realised what a dull life he had,
He wasn't immune to the threat of the rash.
Bound to his fate by his mum and dad.
Hope of an exciting life therefore dashed.
Now here is a conundrum, if you must,
How will he get home, if that's even his goal?
He's on adventure now for which he'd had lust.
And what can he do if they're attacked by a troll?
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Troll Adventures (based on Holy Branches by Radical Face)
When I was young
I'd bite my tongue
At all the stories that they told
Never travelled out
Lived life so boring
Only felt peace if just outside
When the sheep don't count
There's a hole in my chest
From the time that I was born
One that don't get filled
'Cause I've always known I'm nothin' I want
But everybody's tales were just troll adventures
Fill with glee to go travelling outside
And in time I found some shelter
Run out free and then sleep in the boat
And when I'm there I'll belong
'Cause the sheep don't give a damn if I'm lost
Now I went alone
Sat in the belly of the ship
Filled with tuna cans
I didn't sleep much
Days don't feel different
From the nights
With no goals in mind
There's a hole in my chest
From the time I slipped away
After I got dressed
So now I know I'm nothin' I want
But everybody's tales were just troll adventures
Ride the breeze to go travelling outside
And in time I find some shelter
Run out free and then wait for my turn
But for now I'm adrift on the waves of discontent
Trying to carve my place
All in hopes we'll do something I want
But I ain't holding my breath
I remembered all those feats
Make my home beneath these sheets
As we travel through the streets
I'll bide my time until I'm something I want
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on March 31, 2015, 07:42:57 AM
Based on "Father and Son" by Cat Stevens (the original text fits too, but I still wanted to make this)
It´s not time to go away
Just relax, take it easy
You´re still young, you don´t know
What it takes to be away
Tend the sheep, watch the fields
Help your mother in the kitchen
Look at us
We are old, but we´re happy
For we once had these dreams too
But we knew they could not happen
So can´t yours, be assured
You will learn this
And this is now, we are here
Why, do you think this counts for nothing
For you will still be here tomorrow
Treasure this a lot
How can I want to get away?
The silent world is not the place for me
But just once I want to share
My siblings living
For the stories they have told
Which I listened enraptured
I want a story of my own
I know I have to go.
It´s not time to go away
Just be still and take it slowly
It´s not yours to be away
Don´t you think we need you here
To tend the sheep, watch the fields
Help your mother in the kitchen
Look at us
We are old, but we´re happy
All the times that I've sighed
Thougt about the plans I made inside
It's hard
But it's harder to forego it
They will be sad, yes, I know
But it´s my life and I will live it
Now I will go, and I know
This trip will change the way I feel
Post by: Aprillen on March 31, 2015, 02:04:52 PM
He's Leaving Home
(Based on She's Leaving Home by the Beatles)
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing his bedroom door
Leaving the note that he hoped would say more
He goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching his braided hair
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside - he is free
He (We gave him most of our lives)
Is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)
Home (He wasn't even supposed to be born)
Leaving it all after feeling so small
For so many years (Bye bye)
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband "Daddy, our baby's gone!
Why would he treat us so thoughtlessly?
How could he do this to me?"
He (We never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
Leaving it all after feeling so small
For so many years (Bye bye)
Friday morning at nine o'clock he is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment he made
Meeting a man from the smuggling trade
He (What did we do that was wrong)
Is seeing (We didn't know it was wrong)
The world (stowing away on a ship to Bornholm)
Something inside that was always denied
For so many years (Bye bye)
He's leaving home
Bye bye
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on March 31, 2015, 09:16:10 PM
“The Wanderer’s Song”
from “Follow Me”
as featured on Jim Henson’s Fraggle Rock https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUOwfbaKRgY (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUOwfbaKRgY)
All my childhood
I was told the tales
By my roving kin
And I loved it so
But it only
Showed how I was dull
Boring was my life
How could I succeed?
I’m the youngest
Of five kids
All my elders
Travel far and wide
Ev’ry tale they
Told of their
Adventures
Stirred me up
Inside
And I felt the need
To find for myself
Where the road
Would take me
Many miles
From home
And what I would see
So I set out
One fine day
Left the homestead
Set out on my way
I was heading
For Bornholm
Just to have a
Story of my own
Post by: corncobman on March 31, 2015, 11:33:44 PM
Reynir's Travelling Banned
Reynir believed that travel banned,
He thought that passage out was blocked.
His life at home was all too bland.
But the revelation to him shocked.
And he'd discovered many lies
His parents told to keep him there.
Was his brother all that wise,
In Reynir's wanderlust laid bare?
So his sibling revealed the route
For him to travel out to sea.
He had to make his wild commute,
On foreign country roaming free.
How he got on the tuna boat,
To the reader he must relate.
In addition he should denote
What else was in the wooden crate.
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"Hair's All I Have" (based on You're All I Have by Snow Patrol)
Strain this chaos turn it into light
I've got to braid you one last night
Before the giants take their share
Leave us in pieces, scattered everywhere
Just give me a chance to braid on
Give me a chance to braid on
Give me a chance to braid on
Just give me something to braid onto
It's so clear now that hair is all that I have
I have no fear cos hair is all that I have
It's so clear now that hair is all that I have
I have no fear cos hair is all that I have
At home I'm restless, full of despair
Had to make my way out of there
Even though I journeyed far and wide
I had to see with my own eyes
Give me a chance to braid on
Give me a chance to braid on
Give me a chance to braid on
Just give me something to braid onto
It's so clear now that hair is all that I have
I have no fear cos hair is that I have
It's so clear now that hair is all that I have
I have no fear cos hair is that I have
I see the patience deep in you
Where are we all going to?
Give me a chance to braid on
Give me a chance to braid on
Give me a chance to braid on
Just give me something to braid onto
It's so clear now that hair is all that I have
I have no fear now hair is that I have
It's so clear now that hair is all that I have
I have no fear now hair is that I have
Post by: corncobman on April 01, 2015, 11:44:38 PM
Single Carriage Way
Even after discouraging words,
Reynir was determined to leave.
Getting up along with the birds.
A bold plan he dared to conceive.
Leaving a letter for his parents to read,
With a goodbye from his home he had fled.
No warnings or such he was prepared to heed.
A dangerous path he committed to tread.
A new life determined to carve out for he
Had resolved to leave that boring place.
In the carriage window a face full of glee.
The excitement he couldn't hide from his face.
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Far Lands (based on Green Grass by Tanlines)
Far lands say it's true
Cause I've got my eyes on you
Don't wait till it's over
Don't wait till it's over
Stand on dry land, watch it wash away.
Spend a long time watching light of day
Cause there are a lot of ways there
I don't have a plan, I don't know why
Well there are a lot of things there
I don't understand, I don't know why
Cause there are a lot of ways there
I don't have a plan, I don't know why
Well there are a lot of things there
I don't understand, I don't know why
Far lands sky so blue
Cause I thought something through
Won't wait till it's over
Won't wait it's not over
Stay on carriage, watch it roll away
Spend all night waiting for the light of day
Cause there are a lot of ways there
I don't have a plan, I don't know why
Well there are a lot of things there
I don't understand, I don't know why
Cause there are a lot of ways there
I don't have a plan, I don't know why
Well there are a lot of things there
I don't understand, I don't know why
Cause there are a lot of ways there
I don't have a plan, I don't know why
Well there are a lot of things there
I don't understand, I don't know why
Cause there are a lot of ways there
I don't have a plan, I don't know why
Well there are a lot of things there
I don't understand, I don't know why
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 02, 2015, 05:04:47 AM
Who´s traveling there in the eerie light?
Doesn´t he think of his parents´fright?
He´s searching adventure, thinks that he´s brave
And only the future will cure his crave
The time that he takes abroad will greatly change
his boredom of tending the sheep in his range
But let´s hope sincerely that he will survive
The desire to leave his home and secure life
Will he have peace in his ancestors´home?
Or only return as a ghost who´s soon gone?
Will he roam dreams and there do some great feats?
Or will he there perish and reborn as a beast?
The wanderlust never will cease to enflame
The hearts of young men who now will not be tame
The Silent World, we hope, will teach them the cure
To live settled lives and be forever secure.
Post by: Aprillen on April 02, 2015, 09:07:51 AM
Shepherd's Blues
based on Fisherman's Blues by the Waterboys (https://youtu.be/_VKouBHarIo)
I wish I was a sailor man
Tumblin' on the seas
Far away from dry land
And its bitter memories
Casting out my sweet line
With abandonment and love
No ceiling bearin' down on me
Save the starry sky above
With full speed ahead
Away from this farm
Woo!
I wish I was the brakeman
On a hurtlin' fevered train
Crashing headlong into the heartland
Like a cannon in the rain
With the beating of the sleepers
And the burnin' of the coal
Cleaving menaces in half
In a night that's full of Troll
With full speed ahead
Away from this farm
Woo!
Tomorrow I will be loosened
From the walls that hold me fast
The chains all hung around me
Will fall away at last
And on that fine and fateful day
I will join a merry band
I will ride on the train
I will be the sailor man
With full speed ahead
Away from this farm
Full speed ahead
Away from this farm
Post by: corncobman on April 03, 2015, 03:07:56 AM
Ignorance is Bliss
So Reynir stumbles onward on his trip,
Overwhelmed by the many people he sees.
Seeking a method for more travel, a ship.
This opportunity seemingly taken with ease.
Geography seems not to be his strong suit.
Nor does he seem to be that astute.
The place he thinks of has not high degrees.
Neither does Denmark have any palm trees.
Happy to think of sun, sea and sand.
However that was not that sort of place.
With limited knowledge, he does not understand.
And a blissfully ignorant look on his face.
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Mr Travelling Man (based on Mr Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan)
Hey, Mr Travelling Man, where you gonna be?
You're not sleepy and there is no place you're going to
Hey, Mr Travelling Man, what'll you go see?
In the bright and early morning you'll go travellin' through.
And you know that Bornholm Denmark is a bright sunny land
With palm trees and warm sand, you left blindly here to stand
But still not sleeping
Your excitement amazes thee, you're running on your feet
You have no one to meet, and the modern busy street's
Too full for dreaming.
Hey, Mr Travelling Man, where you gonna be?
You're not sleepy and there is no place you're going to
Hey, Mr Travelling Man, what'll you go see?
In the bright and early morning you'll go travellin' through.
Take you on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
Your senses have been stripped, your hands can't feel to grip
Your toes too numb to step, wait only for your boot heels
To be wanderin'
You're ready to go anywhere, you're ready for today
Into your own escape, cast your running spell that way
You promised to go get to it.
Hey, Mr Travelling Man, where you gonna be?
You're not sleepy and there is no place you're going to
Hey, Mr Travelling Man, what'll you go see?
In the bright and early morning you'll go travellin' through.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your travelling in time, it's just a ragged town behind
You wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow
You're knowin' that they're chasing.
Hey, Mr Travelling Man, where you gonna be?
You're not sleepy and there is no place you're going to
Hey, Mr Travelling Man, what'll you go see?
In the bright and early morning you'll go travellin' through.
Then take you disappearin' through the smoke rings of your mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the blowing sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let you forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey, Mr Travelling Man, where you gonna be?
You're not sleepy and there is no place you're going to
Hey, Mr Travelling Man, what'll you go see?
In the bright and early morning you'll go travellin' through.
Will he realise he's made a mistake,
Or will he just go along with the flow?
This could turn out a rather long break.
Especially with the rest of the team he's forced to go.
Post by: Brandenfascher on April 03, 2015, 11:05:43 AM
Page 274, parody of first stanza of "What does the fox say?"
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Book goes "shump", pad goes "bap"
Memos "swheep", and fliers "fleep"
Pamphlets "clump". Card goes "tip", and the resume goes "flap".
Napkins "fluff" and labels "flip", and the stickers "stick-stick-stick".
But there's one sound that no one knows...
What does the note say?
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 04, 2015, 01:27:36 PM
“Old Bornholm”
from “Kokomo”
by the Beach Boys
Away from
The sheep farm
What
Could be the great harm?
And into
The wide world
Vast
Horizons unfurled
So where will
I go first?
I’m so
Glad I might burst
To Bornholm!
I can’t wait to go see
This new place called Old Bornholm
Southernmost settlement
The Danish paradise home
Unfamiliar land
Colorful flowers and
Sweet warm sand
Warmth and sun
All year long
Fills my heart with songs
Of foreign lands
All down in Old Bornholm
Away from
The sheep farm
What
Could be the great harm of
My leaving
To wander
Free
To roam out yonder
So where will
I go first?
I’m so
(It looks)
Glad I might burst
(Like I’m going)
Off to Old Bornholm
It seems that’s where
The Fates want me to roam
So now that
I’ve left home
I’ll go to Old Bornholm
So far
So good
Let all be as it should
Setting out to sea
On the good ship Túnfiskurinn
And I’m sure I will find
It’s all my dreams have shown to me
I can hardly wait
So soon I’ll
Find my fate
So far away
From my ken
It should be perfect
To fill my yen
To go to Old Bornholm
Away from
The sheep farm
What
Could be the great harm of
My leaving
To wander
Free
To roam out yonder
So where will
I go first?
I’m so
(It looks)
Glad I might burst
(Like I’m going)
Off to Old Bornholm
It seems that’s where
The Fates want me to roam
So now that
I’ve left home
I’ll go to Old Bornholm
So far
So good
Let all be as it should
[Musical interlude]
Want to see it all
But it is best to start out small
And when I’m past this wall
I’ll go to that port-of-call
They call it Old Bornholm
Away from
The sheep farm
What
Could be the great harm of
My leaving
To wander
Free
To roam out yonder
So where will
I go first?
I’m so
(It looks)
Glad I might burst
(Like I’m going)
Off to Old Bornholm
It seems that’s where
The Fates want me to roam
So now that
I’ve left home
I’ll go to Old Bornholm
Away from
The sheep farm
What
Could be the great harm of
My leaving
To wander
Free
To roam out yonder
So where will
I go first?
I’m so
(It looks)
Glad I might burst
(Like I’m going)
Off to Old Bornholm
It seems that’s where
The Fates want me to roam
So now that
I’ve left home
I’ll go to Old Bornholm
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 04, 2015, 03:34:16 PM
Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que será, será) by Doris Day
When I was just a little boy
I asked my parents, What will life be?
Will there be journeys? Will there be gest?
Here's what they said to me:
O beware, beware
The Silent World will be there
This world is not yours to see
O beware beware
It´s not yours to see
Then I grew up and still was home
I asked my brother what there´s to see
Are there big cities, can I go there?
Here's what my brother said:
There is Reykjavik
It´s safe and it´s fairly big
You could come and see the sights
And then go back home
Now I am standing here alone
And I am thinking where will I go?
It will be Bornholm and with some luck
I will return back home
O beware, beware
The Silent World will be there
This world is not yours to see
O beware beware
It´s not yours to see
Post by: slim kittens on April 04, 2015, 06:40:48 PM
This is my tribute to one of the best songwriters of the 20th century (in my opinion), Al Stewart (yeah, the "Year of the Cat" guy). If you didn't care for that song, don't let it stop you from listening to this one. The original is "Roads to Moscow", one of his lesser known works. I understand if you don't want to work through a filk of a song you don't know. If not, give a listen to the original anyway, it's based on the experiences of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. />
The first verse starts during the prologue. The last verse would take place around page 217.
Disclaimer: No Danes were harmed during the writing of this filk.
ROADS TO KASTRUP
or
The Story of the Danes as told by Mikkel
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
Eleven in all, so they say
Every last one of them sick by the end of the day
The rash traveled quickly, our world overwhelmed
Most people carried away
Bodies abandoned, they stayed on the ground where they lay
Then we heard tales that the dead were not dying
Just rumors, we knew
Creatures from nightmares, devouring, hunting
It cannot be true
And all that we ever
Were able to hear
The screams in the night and the shouting
And running and panic and fear
Lines of survivors, we moved towards the coast
Walking in groups through the day
Huddled and hunted, at night some were stolen away
With pitchforks and axes we made our way through
Scavenging all of the way
Fighting and hiding, our numbers were whittled away
Winter brought cold and snow, the trolls disappeared underground
We stocked up our boats then, by springtime we must not be found
And all that we ever
Were able to see
Our homes standing silent, abandoned
We made our escape by the sea
(Ah, Ah, Ah) [x4]
For eighty years we helped to clear the cities and the forests of the north land
Dreaming of our homes and those still isolated farming on our island
By day we moved from street to street and cleaned those bits and pieces in the forest
By night the cats and scouts stood sentry, guarding us from monsters in the darkness
You never see, you never hear, you never know, which way to look,
you never see them
All the time we gained in skills and numbers, building up an army to return home
The day had come, our waiting done, tomorrow we're returning
We formed in lines in the darkness there, our torches brightly burning
We crossed over Oresund the hour before dawn
Decades of promise fulfilled
We took up positions by squads at the top of the hill
A gentle breeze carried the promise of Spring
Whispering over the hills
The cats were unsettled, below us the city was still
They came with the darkness in numbers uncounted with barely a sound
We hunters were hunted, they moved to our flanks, we can't slow them down
And all that I ever
Was able to see
The fire of the guns in the darkness
And strange silhouettes through the trees
(Ah. Ah, Ah) [x4]
'The radios aren't working for the static, we can't talk, the base can't hear us
We'll never hold, we'll never last without more men, we have to have more ammunition
The beasts are moving left and right to cut us off, we had to close the tunnel
Bring us aid please if you can!' and then I ran and scrambled heedless down the ladder
I spun the wheel and closed the bolts, my stumbling footfalls echoed in the darkness
In failing light and failing hope, the sound of gunfire fading in the distance
I cannot say what I feel today, on this dawn so like the other
The wind is soft, the guns are still, and below the city slumbers
I don't know when we'll be home again, but I won't see it, ever
The breezes sigh, and the silent earth and skies go on forever...
Post by: corncobman on April 05, 2015, 11:30:58 PM
Clean Break
Reynir said that he didn't even need to be paid.
They however said they had all hands on deck.
However considering if the cook had some aid,
He'd be less of a pain in the neck.
So he gets on the ship with minimal fuss,
Washing the dirty plates that he's dished.
Although there was a small problem to discuss.
They won't let him off there as he wished.
Now he was on the ship cleaning the plates.
He thought he was pretty smart there, you see.
If he hadn't been stuck inside the crate,
He might have been stuck there permanently.
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I Wanna Be On Board (based on I Wanna Be Adored by The Stone Roses)
I don't have to work for pay
Don't want any money
I don't need to work for pay
Don't want any money
I wanna be on board
I wanna be on board
I don't have to work for pay
Don't want any money
I don't need to work for pay
Don't want any money
I wanna be on board
I wanna be on board
On board
I wanna be on board
You won't pay me
You won't pay me
You won't pay me
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be on board
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be on board
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be on board
I wanna
I wanna
I gotta be on board
I wanna be on board
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 06, 2015, 08:32:20 PM
“A Mother’s Lament”
from “The Fisherman’s Song” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC1ZY8SC4ew (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC1ZY8SC4ew)
by Silly Wizard
O’er a wide white oak table
A woman is crying
Strands of grey mixed with gold
In her hair
And behind her bent form stands
Her russet-haired husband
But for now she can find no
Comfort there
For she has just read
A note that starts, “Forgive me”
And tells how her young Reynir
Has fled
He has gone to the seashore
And means to go exploring
Leaving them to fear that
He’ll be dead
Her dear boy, her youngest
The only non-immune
Held at home while the
Other four roamed
Now she prayed to the gods
All of them, and in order
That her Reynir might find
A safe way home
For she has just read
A note that starts, “Forgive me”
And tells how her young Reynir
Has fled
He has gone to the seashore
And means to go exploring
Leaving them to fear that
He’ll be dead
[Instrumental interlude]
There’s a pasture of sheep now
Awaiting their shepherd
Knowing not that they wait
In vain
Nor can they hear the heartbreak
Of Reynir’s dear parents
Who don’t know if they’ll see
Him again
For she has just read
A note that starts, “Forgive me”
And tells how her young Reynir
Has fled
He has gone to the seashore
And means to go exploring
Leaving them to fear that
He’ll be dead
Wherefore did he flee?
Whither hath he departed?
And when shall he come home
Again?
These and more nightmare worries
Will torment his fam’ly
As the answers are quite
Past their ken
For she has just read
A note that starts, “Forgive me”
And tells how her young Reynir
Has fled
He has gone to the seashore
And means to go exploring
Leaving them to fear that
He’ll be dead
[Instrumental postlude]
Post by: corncobman on April 07, 2015, 08:39:01 AM
Box it, Exit.
All paths are closed,
No going ashore.
Don't whine, stay composed.
And go work some more.
This is your life now.
You can't leave the ship.
No sir, no way, no how.
This isn't a pleasure trip.
Veg you must peel.
Such a long chore.
Not a great deal.
Stuck on this sea tour.
Supplies workers' talks.
Opportunity knocks.
Clever, a red fox,
Slips into the box.
Now we know the story,
The braidy crate cram.
As again we see the glory
Of the final grand slam.
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Braid in Box (based on Long Live Rock by The Who)
Down inside the Tuna Fish the mood was changing
Peeling potatoes no shore leave arranging
He thought that he was so clever on that boat
And found the chances to the shore remote
Meanwhile they weren't ready for the shocks
Starve to death, they say
Braid in box.
Braid in box, they need to eat food tonight
Braid in box, come on and move supplies
Braid in box, the unfortunate surprise
People walk in buildings pretending they're not stealing
They put on their rifles and work out all the ways in
Medic in the storage holding candles all with cats on
The team were going hungry wondering where the food's gone
At both radios, operators have their talks
Starve to death, they say
Long live rock
Braid in box, they need to eat food tonight
Braid in box, come on and move supplies
Braid in box, the unfortunate surprise
Explode, bricks are falling
Falling down 'round our very heads
We tried but you were yawning
Look again, trolls are dead, trolls are dead, trolls are dead
To call this captain to create an extra trip
And give them some food supplies from off of that ship
In the distance they delivered crates in style
After the crates were open nobody dared to smile
Someone took cans out and climbed into the box
Starve to death, they say
Braid in box, braid in box, braid in box
Braid in box, braid in box, braid in box
Braid in box, braid in box, braid in box
Braid in box, they need to eat food tonight
Braid in box, come on and move supplies
Braid in box, the unfortunate surprise
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 07, 2015, 04:38:25 PM
Based on Living In A Box by Living in a box
I just decided
that I chance my luck
Going in there
I feel excited
And I know that I´m stuck
In the crate here
I´ve found a way to go
debark this silly fish ship
And I think this will work
I am awesome
Am I leaving in a crate
Am I leaving in a tuna-crate
Am I leaving in a crate
Am I leaving in a tuna-crate
Am I leaving in a crate
And now I huddle here
inside between cans
Jubilation!
I`m really happy
there´s moving outside, yeah!
I´m escaping!
I´ve found a way to go
debark this silly fish ship
And I think this will work
I am awesome
Am I leaving in a tuna crate
Am I leaving in a crate (leaving)
Am I leaving in a tuna crate
Am I leaving in a crate (leaving)
Am I leaving in a tuna crate
Am I leaving in a crate (leaving)
Am I leaving in a tuna crate
Am I leaving am I leaving am I leaving
Am I leaving am I living am I leaving
(In a crate)
...
Post by: corncobman on April 08, 2015, 12:55:56 PM
Wasted Words
Lalli stares still at his face.
As Reynir's story is laid out.
Mikkel, as he's leaving spouts:
"We could eat you, in the worst case."
Shouting at the top of her breath,
Meanwhile Sigrun not a happy lady.
She knows what to do with the braidy.
Just send him out to his troll death.
Trond meanwhile sits, disappointment he feels.
More problems arise, winter soon on the land.
Leaning and holding his head in his hand.
"More blackmail wasted on this group of imbeciles."
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You've Got Another Thing Comin' by Judas Priest (with a few small changes)
One life I'm gonna rip him up
I'm takin' flight said we'll not eat enough
Stand tall I'm seething angry now
I'm not letting him stay and that's my vow
If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by
You're thinkin' like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die
Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had
If you think I'll let him stay you're mad
You've got another thing comin'
That's right here's where the talkin' ends
Well listen this night there'll be some action spent
Drive hard I'm callin' all the shots
I got a dead corpse comin' down on the rocks
If you think I'll sit around while he eats all of my food
Listen I ain't foolin' and either way he's screwed
Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had
If you think I'll let him stay you're mad
You've got another thing comin'
In this world we're livin' in we have our share of sorrow
Answer now is don't let him stay on until tomorrow.
Oh so hot no time to take a rest yeah
That's tough ain't room for second best
Real strong got me some security
Hey I'm the lead lass I'll put him back out to sea yeah
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 08, 2015, 04:29:57 PM
Based on Light My Fire by The Doors
You see that she is deep in ire
You think that you will hide in here
Until her screaming tantrum lasts
Still, stay silent while she blasts
Come on, Sigrun, light your fire
Come on, Sigrun, light your fire
Try to set this boy on fire
The time to scare this fool is now
You are in charge and this is how
All know that you are burning fire
And your rage become a funeral pyre
Come on, Sigrun, light your fire
Come on, Sigrun, light your fire
Try to set Reynir on fire, yeah
We stand in awe at your fierce soul
You will be our leading role
All know that you have viking blood
We kneel before you in the mud
Come on, Sigrun, light your fire
Come on, Sigrun, light your fire
Try to set Mikkel on fire, yeah
I know that it would be the truth
I someone says that you´re a lion
If I was to speak to you
I know, I couldn't get much higher
Come on, Sigrun, light your fire
Come on, Sigrun, light your fire
Try to set this boy on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the cat on fire
Try to set the crate on fire
Post by: corncobman on April 09, 2015, 05:11:41 AM
I've had nothing but bad luck
Since the day I saw the hair at my door
So I came here to you, sweet lady
Answering your mystical call
Crystal knife on the table
Showing the future, the past
Same Norse with them angry eyes
And I knew with her I wouldn't last.
[Chorus]
She's just a raging woman
With anger in her eyes
Beware the Sigrun woman
She's gonna get you
She's just an angry woman
With killing on her mind
Beware the Sigrun woman
She's gonna get you from behind.
Give me the ring on your finger
Let me see the lines of your hand
I can see me a tall pale stranger
Giving you what you hadn't planned
I took the mission she offered me
I found myself on the floor
Then I looked in those big troll eyes
And I wondered what I came there for.
[Chorus])
Stay awake, look out
If you're out on a moonlit night
Be careful of the neighborhood strays
Of a lady with short red hair
Tryin' to win you with her awesomest ways
Crystal ball on the table
Showing the future, the past
Same Norse with them angry eyes
You'd better get out of there fast
She's just a raging woman
With anger in her eyes
Beware that Sigrun woman
She's gonna get you.
Post by: corncobman on April 09, 2015, 09:23:41 AM
Breaking the Ice
End of the chapter, a short one at that.
Soon time for a short chapter break to occur.
Tuuri looks nervously at the stranger who's sat.
While he nervously looks right back at her.
Is Mikkel right now calming Sigrun who's annoyed.
Perhaps trying to placate his dear lead.
Rather than having him be a troll decoy,
They'll find for him a future use to proceed?
Emil sitting and pondering his snafu,
And Lalli still stares at the braid.
An introduction perhaps overdue,
And then on with the mission delayed.
Post by: slim kittens on April 09, 2015, 02:31:25 PM
ATTENTION VIISIKIELINENKANTELE:
You thought your parody of "Que Será Será" was silly? Get a load of this:
Just straight up rock and roll, courtesy of Rick Springfield: />For our still-missing crew member.
REYNIR'S CAT
Reynir is a derp
I know he's just another mouth to feed
But lately something's changed
It ain't hard to define
Reynir's got himself a cat
And I want to make it mine
And it's watching him with those eyes
And it's laying on his stomach, I just know it!
And he's holding it purring in his arms late at night
You know I wish that I had Reynir's cat
I wish that I had Reynir's cat
Where can I find a kitty like that?
Gotta play it cool
Take my time and play the waiting game
I know that trail I left of kitty num nums will work
That lucky cat will wise up and abandon that jerk
And it's rubbing on his legs
And it's playing with his braid, I just know it!
And rolling on it's side late, late at night
You know I wish that I had Reynir's cat
I wish that I had Reynir's cat
Where can I find a kitty like that?
Like Reynir's cat
I wish that I had Reynir's cat
Where can I find a kitty
Where can I find a kitty like that?
And I'm lookin' for the kitty all the time
Wonderin' where on earth it could be
How long, how long before it tires of the whine
Abandons Carrot Top and comes to me?
Tell me where can I find a kitty like that
You know I wish that I had Reynir's cat
I wish that I had Reynir's cat
I want Reynir's cat
Where can I find a kitty like that?
Like Reynir's cat
I wish that I had Reynir's cat
I want, I want Reynir's cat
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 09, 2015, 10:35:05 PM
“A Wand’ring Shepherd”
from “The Lonely Goatherd” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRo0NlLYvwE (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRo0NlLYvwE)
by R. Rogers & O. Hammerstein
Out from the farm
Came a wand’ring shepherd
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh!
Off on a lark
Once he got the good word
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh di oh!
Many are they
Think he’s like a dotard
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh!
But he got through
And meander’d boat-ward
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh di oh!
Oh, ho!
Braidy’s name is Reynir
Oh, ho!
And he’s come to stay
Oh, ho!
Braidy’s name is Reynir
And he came to us to stay
A newbie he was
And they thought him wayward
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh!
But then they thought
Some free help they could afford
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh di oh!
Off to Bornholm
Like a swift old seabird
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh!
They wouldn’t land
Was the bad news he heard
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh di oh!
Out to the quay
Went our team ’cause they’d heard
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh!
Their new supplies
Would be there was the word
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh di oh!
Up from the crate
Sprang a quite lost shepherd
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh!
But Emil slammed
Him down without a word
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh di oh!
[Musical interlude]
And Emil (And Emil)
Called to Sigrun (Called to Sigrun)
“There’s a guy in here!” (“There’s a guy in here!”)
Sigrun flipped out
Oh, ho, ho, ho
Braidy’s name is Reynir
Our Braidy’s name is Reynir
And he’s come to stay
Oh, ho, ho, ho
Braidy’s name is Reynir
And he came to us to stay
Out to the quay
Went our team ’cause they’d heard
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh!
Their new supplies
Would be there was the word
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh di oh!
Up from the crate
Sprang a quite lost shepherd
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh!
But Emil slammed
Him down without a word
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh di oh!
Now Braidy’s here
And his name is Reynir
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh!
And our dear team
Is at last complete with
Braidy, oh the Braidy, oh di oh!
Though Sigrun
Doesn’t want him (Doesn’t want him)
Well they’re stuck with him (Well they’re stuck with him)
Rage though she may (Rage though she may)
Now our shepherd’s in a fix (Now our shepherd’s in a fix)
And with Lalli in the mix (And with Lalli in the mix)
And now Emil caught betwixt (And now Emil caught betwixt)
Reynir wishes he had never gone away
DUH!
Post by: corncobman on April 10, 2015, 12:18:30 PM
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that is real
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
I love you braidy
And if it's quite all right
I need you braidy
To warm the lonely nights
I love you braidy
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty braidy
Don't bring me down I pray
Oh pretty braidy
Now that I've found you stay
And let me love you, braidy
Let me love you
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off You
I love you braidy
And if it's quite all right
I need you braidy
To warm the lonely nights
I love you braidy
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty braidy
Don't bring me down I pray
Oh pretty braidy
Now that I've found you stay
And let me love you, braidy
Let me love you
You're just too good to be true
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 12, 2015, 01:11:10 AM
Inspired by http://www.sssscomic.com/comic.php#comment-1955926715 (http://www.sssscomic.com/comic.php#comment-1955926715) Sunflower’s comment below.
“Silent World”
from “Moon River”
by H. Mancini
Silent World
Shrouded now and strange
What mysteries now range
In you?
Though not immune
I hear the tune
That calls me to
Explore
Your far shores
It’s true
Though grosslings
Try to block my way
I’ll conquer all my days
And so
I’ll climb the next hill
And go on
Graceful as a swan
With each and ev’ry dawn
Silent World
You’ll know
=
“Here’s Reynir the Braid”
from “Sir Robin the Brave” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJCBAFzYY68 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJCBAFzYY68)
by J. Raposo & the Muppets
So now we’ve
Met Reynir the Braid
Though some still are
Sorely afraid
Trust Minna
To see that
They’ll meet up
With DerpCat
And no one
Will snuff it
(Those giants
Can stuff it!)
But friendship
Will grow without aid
Now that they’ve
Found Reynir the Braid!
[Spoken]
--But he’s not immune.
--Yes, but neither is Tuuri
*Not reassured*
[Sung]
From stowaway
To extra mouth
It seems his trip
Has headed south
From old sheep farm
Into the world
Was Reynir’s goal
As it unfurled
To that fine end
A ship he found
And saw it was
To Bornholm bound
Once out at sea
He told the cook
And then he faced
Disaster!
The crew were not
To go ashore
Just dump their freight
And nothing more
But then he heard
“Unload two crates!”
And took the chance
To pass the gates
So was it
That Reynir the Braid
Himself for some
Tuna did trade
A pris’ner
They took him
Gave Mikkel
A look-in
While Lalli
Was glaring
And Sigrun
Was swearing
But Torbjörn
Just could not be swayed
They’re stuck with
This Reynir the Braid!
Post by: SugaAndSpice on April 12, 2015, 02:38:43 PM
Little boy Braidy was so clever,
He ran away from home,
Leaving not a trace behind,
Except for a tiny note.
He found a ship,
(Not the fandom kind)
Washed dishes,
Peeled potatoes.
Stowed away in a box,
Tuna cans still inside,
Little boy Braidy went to shore,
And got his head and hands smashed by everyone's favorite fair-haired pyrotechnic/pyromaniac.
So the last line isn't very poetic, too bad. ;)
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 12, 2015, 06:06:28 PM
Based on The Last Unicorn by America
When the last human flees
Over the last crumbling mountain
And the last soldier sees
The trolls there at their fountain
In the shadow of the fortress
Though it may be weak and wan
He will stare with regret
At the last stand of man
When the first breath of winter
Over your land is icing
And you look to the south
At the trolls hibernating
And it seems like all is dying
And would leave the world to mourn
You can hear the celebration
mankind will be reborn
We´re alive, we´re alive
When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of morning
And the future has passed
Without even a last desperate warning
Then look into this place where through
Stubborn will a path is formed
Look and see the desperate living
We will overcome all
We´re alive, we´re alive
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 13, 2015, 10:32:56 PM
For Pg 299:
“A Shipper’s Meme”
from “What Is a Youth?”
by N Rota & E Walter
So here’s a youth
With hair like fire
And there’s a maid
Though some will tire
The ships sail on
“Reyuuri” is
Its fan nickname
So go the ships
Some truly are insane
If they share a look, a smile
Shippers frenzy for a while
Though it’s no more than that
Lalli still acts the wary cat
Mikkel is calm and steady
Sigrun to ditch him is ready
But Reynir is so tall
Emil looks on
From his place of guard
“Not prisoner”
But he must still ward
Sheepish this shepherd
He knows he did wrong
Now they must go and
Drag him all along
Sheepish this shepherd
He knows he did wrong
Now does end my song
Post by: corncobman on April 13, 2015, 11:13:15 PM
Safety Plan
Want your kids to be rash immune?
Sign up for the Dagrenning plan.
It's no cost at all and then soon
Your kids can have a longer life span.
Immunity from the rash, this is good!
Don't want to adopt, want kids that are yours?
With this Dagrenning progam you could.
You can even let them roam safe out of doors.
The nasty Illness we'll all but rid.
Get peace of mind, have child safe and sound.
With this program, will become your kid
Safe from all those grossling monsters around.
-----------------------------------------------
Plan Dagrenning (based on Keep On Running by The Spencer Davis Group)
Plan Dagrenning, bring good tidings
One fine day your kids won't be undone
To help you understand
Oh, yeah, your children from this plan.
Plan Dagrenning, safety from rash harm
One fine day your kids won't be undone
To help you understand
Oh yeah, your children from this plan.
Hey, hey, hey
Everyone is talking about it
It makes us feel so glad.
Hey, hey, hey
Everyone is signing for it,
It makes us feel so glad,
This Plan Dagrenning
Plan Dagrenning, safety from rash harm
One fine day your kids won't be undone
To help you understand
Oh, yeah, your children from this plan.
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 14, 2015, 12:59:44 PM
Looking at this page, it got me to think about governmental advertising and suddenly there was this picture in my head of the old movies where suddenly everyone is stepdancing and singing (nowadays very surreal but fun to watch sometimes) and with their dance and song advertising for this program. And my brain didn´t stop there (probably should have...)
This probably belongs in another thread...but I hope it is okay when I save it here.
Based on "New York New York" of the musical "On The Town"
Anna Sigridur Einarsdóttir:
Come on, Honey, hurry up!
Annas Husband:
Our first child!
Medical staff:
Hey, watch it!
You'd think it was your first time in the Dagrenning Program!
Anna:
It is!
Anna, her husband:
Safety to choose
for our children is great!
Anna:
We've got one day here and not another minute
to loose in signing in!
Annas husband:
We'll find the romance and love that´s waiting in it
Beneath the sience firn;
But we've hope in our hearts
that what´s in our cards
IS! A! CHILD!
Anna, Husband:
Dagrenning is the program of choice.
And on this thing we speak with one voice
We see the future littered with toys
Dagrenning is the program of choice!
Anna:
(points to building of the Dagrenning Program)
Hey, Honey! Honey, look.
(consulting her appointment paper with reverence and excitement)
Honey, it says here "There are over 50 successful births every year with over 10.000 donors from every corner of the world,
except finland!"
Husband:
Here we go again!
Anna:
The tests they´re doing with me now are so many,
or so the paper says.
I promise, honey, I wouldn't miss on any.
And we have just one day.
Your part is here in this room
Be done with it soon, I will wait.
Medical Staff:
In just one day!
Dagrenning is the program we need
There´s enough space for more young mouths to feed
And they´re immune, they will be the seed
Of man´s return to his place at the peak!
(Ragnheidur enters, carrying a baby with a cold, the rag she has over her shoulder to protect her clothes is soiled through)
Husband:
Hey! Look who's comin' in! It's Ragnheidur and her cutie!
Anna:
Hello, Ragnheidur! Isn´t it satisfying having a child?
Ragnheidur (sarcastic):
Really Wonderful - I don't rue it at all!
Husband:
Awesome! I can´t wait!
(The baby sneezes snot all over his mothers clothes. Ragnheidur exits quickly unsuccessfully wiping at her clothes with the soiled rug.)
Anna:
Icelandic women are known to getting their wish
Or so the medics say;
There´s just one thing that´s important to me here
When I have just one day;
Gotta pick up a babe!
Husband:
Maybe seven...
Anna:
Or eight
In this way.
Anna, Husband:
In just one day!
Dagrenning is the program we need
There´s enough space for more young mouths to feed
And they´re immune, they will be the seed
Of man´s return to his place at the peak!
Post by: slim kittens on April 14, 2015, 09:25:52 PM
More rock and roll, courtesy of Golden Earring />A Lalli-song
Covers pages 227-229
COOKIE LOVE
C# E F#...C# E B...
C# E F# A E...A B E
I've been scoutin' all night, I'm past dead on my feet
And I haven't had anything to eat
I found some books and escape routes too
And a place to camp that's out of view
After the debrief
And I'm sleeping sitting up
The bear-man hands me something
Now I'm in love
I don't have to ask at all
I've got this thing that's called Cookie Love
I've got these stars in my eyes,
Cookie Love
The radio's blaring some static trolls
the redhead's babblin', sayin' who knows?
The pouch has got me hypnotized
And I'm sneaking up to claim my prize
When I got hungry,
And my hunger got too much
He sent me cookies,
Comin' in from above
Don't need a language at all
I've got this thing that's called Cookie Love
I've got this scent in my head,
Cookie Love
Move real slow, I'm almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Bear-man stands and walks away
Looks like it's my lucky day
The radio's playin' some trollish funk
Bear-man just ran out of luck
I grabbed the pouch and away I slunk
I'm purrin' underneath the bunk
When I get famished and I think I'm gonna faint
Don't need no huntin', I don't even need a plate
I don't need utensils at all
I've got this thing that's called Cookie Love
I've got my eyes on the prize
I've got this thing that's called Cookie Love
I've got this thing that's called
Cookie Love
Post by: corncobman on April 14, 2015, 10:17:34 PM
Beast Sighted
Sigrun and Emil walking through the waste.
Leisurely, not making haste.
Is Reynir in another dream,
And will he be accepted in the team?
Those eyes indeed pierce through the haze,
All they see are tentacles and snakes,
Enough to give a man the shakes.
Whose eyes are those that there gaze?
The mother apprehensive-faced.
Is this the kitty that we see,
Or is it one of the family?
The wild beast wants to have a taste.
Protect the little kitty, cat,
Scared of the beast it's looking at.
Will it be able to stay alive?
We'll know once the chapter arrives.
------------------------------------
Eyes Without A Face by Billy Idol (with a few small changes)
I'm all out of hope
One more bad dream could bring a fall
When you're far from home
Don't call me on the phone
To tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive
It's easy to tease
But hard to get release
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
I spend so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For saving what was you
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
When you hear the noises you make a dip
Into someone else's dreaming then make a slip.
Start the tank and go to a safe place
Oh, the red-headed fool.
Hanging out by the water's edge,
Perilously standing on the ledge
Drinkin' it down, oh
I'm on my own on a monster hunting trip
Escaped from working on that boring ship
I'm thinkin' of you
You're out there so
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Now I close my eyes
And I wonder why
I don't despise
Now all I can do
Is love what was once
So alive and new
But it's gone from your eyes
I'd better realise
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face
And now it's getting worse.
Post by: Bouncey on April 15, 2015, 02:42:38 AM
I'll Make a Man Out of You, from Disney's Mulan (Sigrun singing mostly to Emil)
Let's begin your training
To defeat the Trolls
You got lucky one time
But there’ll be many more!
You're sadly lacking in hand-to-hand,
But you can bet before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man
Out of you.
Yes you know explosives,
And they can be fun
But cardio’s important
Trolls can really run!
You’ve got sparkles? That’s pathetic, boy
And you haven’t got a clue.
Somehow I’ll make a man
Out of you!
Tuuri: I'm never gonna catch my breath
Emil: Say goodbye to those who knew me
Reynir: Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym
Mikkel: This gal's got them scared to death
Lalli: Tuuri, explain this to me
Sigrun: Now I really wish that I could trade them in!
[men] BE A MAN
We must be swift as a coursing river
[men] BE A MAN
With all the force of a great typhoon
[men] BE A MAN
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Time to start a book-hunt!
I feel so alive!
Heed my every order
And you might survive.
You’re unsuited for the rage of war
But on this trip I think you’ll do
Someday I’ll make a man
Out of you!
[men] BE A MAN
We must be swift as a coursing river
[men] BE A MAN
With all the force of a great typhoon
[men] BE A MAN
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
[everyone]BE A MAN
We must be swift as a coursing river
BE A MAN
With all the force of a great typhoon
BE A MAN
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Hoo-ah!
Post by: Bouncey on April 15, 2015, 03:08:27 AM
Tomorrow, from the musical Annie
Sigrun'll calm down tomorrow,
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There'll be fun!
Just thinkin' about tomorrow,
Clears away the yelling and the sorrow
Come what may!
When you’re stuck in a place that’s loud and lonely
Reynir, stick out your chin and grin and say, oh
Sigrun’ll calm down tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on till tomorrow
Come what may!
"Oh, Reynir, oh Reynir, I love ya" tomorrow
That's what Sigrun will say
When you’re stuck in a place that’s loud and lonely
Reynir, stick out your chin and grin and say, oh
Sigrun’ll calm down tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on till tomorrow
Come what may!
"Oh, Reynir, oh Reynir, I love ya" tomorrow
That's what Sigrun will say
(Fangirl chorus) OOOOOOOOHHHHHH,
Reynir, oh Reynir! We love you! oh Reynir!
That's what the TEEEEEEAM WIIIIIIIILL SAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!
Post by: Aprillen on April 15, 2015, 09:28:54 AM
I'm So Excited
(based on the eponymous song with the Pointer Sisters (https://youtu.be/g6A6pMO_WKM))
The Team:
Today's the day we'll start our expedition
Today we'll put all other things on hold
Grab your kit and let's get on this mission
We're going for adventure and for gold
Troll:
I WaAnt tO EeAt YoU, KiLl yOuu
Wrap mYsELf arOuUnd yOuu
I Want TO SqueEzE YoU, DiSeEAse You
i JUst CaN't gET enOUgh
BuT iF YoU STAanD QUite STiLL i'Ll leT You GOoo
Tuuri:
I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it
I'm about to see a Troll and I think I like it
I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it
And I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know I want to!
Sigrun:
We shouldn't even think about tomorrow
Who cares about those silly safety rules!?
We'll have a good time baby, don't you worry
And if we're still around, boy, that's just cool.
Let's get excited, we just can't hide it
I'm about to lose control and I think I like it
I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it
And you know, you know, you know, you know,
you know you want to, you want to!
Giant:
wEe WaAnt tO EeAt YoU, KiLl yOuu
Wrap oUurSeLveS arOuUnd yOuu
wEe Want TO SqueEzE YoU, DiSeEAse You
We JUst CaN't gET enOUgh
BuT iF YoU STAanD QUitE STiLL wE'Ll leT You GOoo
Emil:
I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it
I'm about to fight a Troll and I think I like it
I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it
And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know I want to, I want to!
Troll:
WhAT's thAT you dO to mE
YOU'Ve gOt me BUrninG Up
WhOOHoOhOoHOo, AahW!
HoW dId YOuu GeT tOoo mEee
I'VE gOT To GIvE It Up
WhOOHOOHoOHOo, AahW!
Sigrun and Emil and Troll:
We're so excited (WhAT's thAT you dO to mE)
and we just can't hide it (YOU'Ve gOt me BUrninG Up)
We're about to fight some trolls and we think we like it (WhOOHoOhOoHOo, AahW!)
We're so excited (HoW dId YOuu GeT tOo mEee)
and we just can't hide it (I'VE gOT To GIvE It Up)
And we know, we know, we know, we know (WhOOHOOHoOHOo, AahW!)
we know we want to, we want to!
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 15, 2015, 02:06:02 PM
Inspired by the middle panel, I thought about what might happen and that led to this filk:
Based on Lady in Black by Uriah Heep
We found her lair one morning
one lonely foggy morning
her poor body lying there all bloody and torn up.
We know not how she kept on,
for her wounds were really gruesome
but she raised her head when we came near and tried to make a stand.
Aaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaa
Compassion moved us deeply
to see a symbol of our fight
as broken as she was and still not ready to give up
We stood around her crying
We really wished to help her
but she would hiss and try to scratch whenever we came near.
Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa
When she felt her strength was waning, she looked at us with pleading eyes
and something in her gaze showed us she wanted us to stay.
We stood just still and stayed silent to show her not to fear us
She raised one paw and showed the reason of her fighting will.
Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa
We saw a tiny kitten there
Just old enough to open eyes
Meowing and in search for shelter as his mother died.
"Dear cat, we understand now, we will preserve your memory,
and raise your child so be assured we will honor this day."
Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa
Thus having spoke we got the welp
and had a last look at this place
where such deep sorrow happened, but new life was there as well.
Our searching is no easier, but now we have a child to raise
to what we hope will sure become a member of our crew.
And if one day there comes a time we would despair in sorrow
We find new heart each time we think upon that foggy day.
Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa...
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 15, 2015, 10:35:16 PM
“Ode to a Chapter Cover”
from “Beautiful Dreamer”
by Stephen Foster
Beautiful cover
Images three
What can their import
For this chapter be?
Let's take a closer
Look at each one
Trying to spot things
Now isn't that fun?
First is an image
Of warriors two
Sigrun and Emil
Both strolling away
Into an urban
Wasteland it's true
But our two warriors
Will carry the day
Next shows a fam'ly
Mother and kits
Crouching and hiding
And using their wits
From once a pet now
Caniform Beast
Always desirous
To on a cat feast
Now to the final
Image we go
Last of the snippets
That we can yet see
Reynir in dreamland
Fierce eyes below
What can their import
For this chapter be?
What can their import
For this chapter be?
Post by: elebenty on April 16, 2015, 03:28:09 AM
To get us through the break:
With apologies to The Kings (https://youtu.be/sxkjvKBPQjo)
"This Break Goes on/Pressin’ F5"
by elebenty
Where’s Sigrun? Where’s Tuuri?
The break is almost up and I’ve been feeling moody.
Like back when Reynir was called Braidy
and half the posters thought that he was a lady.
There are lots of Minnions I can chat with anytime
Commiserate on Disqus or forum
Like a bunch of lunatics we type till way past dawn
Sure we’ll make filk un-til the break is done
Yet this break goes on. And on, and on, and on.
This waiting, makes you crazy.
We’ll re-read from Zero until we reach the 90s
And when it’s up: Time to analyze!
But for the minute, I’ll be pressing F5
I don’t give a hoot about what’s on TV today
I read, make filk, and analyze.
Lunatics Anonymous that's where I belong
Because I’ll be one till this break is done
Yet this break goes on. And on, and on, and on.
There are lots of Minnions I can chat with anytime
Commiserate on Disqus or forum
Like a bunch of lunatics we type till way past dawn
Sure we’ll reach 2000 comments when the break is done
Yet this break goes on.
This break goes on, this break goes on
This break goes on, this break goes on
This break goes on, this break goes on
(repeat ad nauseum) On and on and on.
THIS BREAK GOES….
Nothing's rougher than a weekend
From an update point of view
Except a chapter break that’s so long
You feel your brain begin to brew
Pressin’ F5
Pressin’ F5
Pressin’ F5
Pressin’ F5
Will our team thieve undetected
throughout the troll-nest-ridden town?
Can't go back on the bridge, they've wrecked it.
Can't wait until Derp-cat is found!
Pressin’ F5, Pressin’ F5
Pressin’ F5, Pressin’ F5
The canon that’s in my head
Makes sense to me, but I defer to what Minna’s said.
You can find us at the forum
Wond’ring when it will appear
“If you haven’t; time to go vote.”
Click again, it’s finally here!
Pressin’ F5, Pressin’ F5
Pressin’ F5, Pressin’ F5
Pressin’ F5, yeah…. Pressin’ F5.
Yeah, Pressin’ F5,
I’m Pressin’ F5,
I’m tryin’ to find out more about
those trolls ya know?
About those trolls!
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 17, 2015, 10:35:21 PM
"Boustrophedon on the New Layout"
What to say on revamped layout?
And how can mere words tell it true?
Images of startling beauty
Especially of the bridge
Make me wish that I could draw too
And rue my clumsy hands anew
And more goodies for the first book
A runo unroll'd for our eyes
Boy, I'm glad I bought a copy
So also will my sister be
But the shade of white as background
Like white of snow upon the field
Quickly starts to hurt my eyeballs
A burning brightness hard to bear
Maybe slightly off-white's better
A softer white, a gentler white
Don't want readers to go snow blind
It's still a gorgeous redesign
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 18, 2015, 04:53:47 PM
“Lalli With the Moon in His Hands”
from ”Elmo [Kiko] and the Lavender Moon” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhzh2LHPzOo (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhzh2LHPzOo)
by Los Lobos
Lalli with the Moon in his hands
Just sitting watching her
As neat as you please
As he looks on
A runo forms
A plea for her
To calm the storm
He sits and waits
Still praying in his
Runo of need
Lalli with the Moon in his hands
Examining his silver prize
Just like a cat
She shines at him
As he looks on
She seems to grin
And he waits for dawn
Man and Moon
As ageless as
The glittering stars
She watches him
As he scouts at night
She protects him
With her silver light
And as he runs
She follows him
Together they
Will sink or swim
Lalli with the Moon in his hands
Forgetful of the men
Who walked her face
She shelter’d them oh
So long ago
And for their sake
She heeds his plea
She keeps him safe
Lalli with the Moon in his hands
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 19, 2015, 04:08:08 PM
“Dream Runner”
from “Dream Lover” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVHAQX5sSaU (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVHAQX5sSaU)
by Bobby Darin
Usually I’m here to chat
With my cousin, Fraidy-Cat
But the last time I was here
I saw a runner oh so clear
And now I want
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
To find
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
This guy
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Who runs
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
To find the Dream Runner
To see what he has going on
Dream Runner, I’ll find you
And you’ll tell me the truth
What you’re doing way out here
Because I know you’re somewhere near
And now I want
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
To find
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
This guy
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Who runs
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
To find the Dream Runner
To see what he has going on
Seems he’s the bashful kind
But he can’t hide from me
I’ll see him in my mind
And together we’ll be
Dream Runner come and chat
We can sit down and chew the fat
Maybe I can help you out
So just give me a name to shout
And now I want
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
To find
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
This guy
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Who runs
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
To find the Dream Runner
To see what he has going on
Dream Runner come and chat
We can sit down and chew the fat
Maybe I can help you out
So just give me a name to shout
And now I want
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
To find
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
This guy
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Who runs
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
To find the Dream Runner
To see what he has going on
I know something’s going on
I’m gonna find out what’s going on
Just tell me now what’s going on
Post by: slim kittens on April 19, 2015, 07:13:33 PM
Courtesy of Gene Pitney from "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance", which had three of my favorite actors:
Jimmy Stewart, John Wayne and Lee Marvin.
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THE MAN WHO HIRED EMIL VÄSTERSTRÖM
When Emil Västerström came to town
The books would run and hide, they'd hide
When Emil Västerström walked around
The crew would cringe inside
'Cause The Way of the Derp was the only thing
That Västerström understood
When it came to breaking rear-view mirrors
He was mighty good
From out of the east there came a cat
Who walked upon two legs, a mage
The kind of a mage the crew would need
To scout and keep them safe
Finnish and cat were the only tongues
This skinny mage understood
When it came to sensing trolls and cookies
He was mighty good
Many a book would face his wrath
And many a book would fall
The man who hired Emil Västerström
He hired Emil Västerström
He was the derpest of them all
They got a captain from the north
A head above the rest, most best
A captain eager to grab the books
And put the trolls to rest
And the point of a blade
Was the only law that Sigrun understood
When it came to slicing trolls and giants
She was mighty good
Alone and afraid did Emil go
In hall as black as night, ah, step light
Just looking for golf books he could grab
And duck a grossling fight
From the moment you enter the Silent World
The very first thing you learn
If you split your team and walk away
Maybe none return
Everyone heard two screams ring out
Before he fired the hall
The man who hired Emil Västerström
He hired Emil Västerström
He was the derpest of them all
The man who hired Emil Västerström
He hired Emil Västerström
He was the derpest of them all
Post by: DB (f.k.a. DaveBro) on April 19, 2015, 08:20:37 PM
page 301
Courtesy of Gene Pitney from "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance", which had three of my favorite actors:
Jimmy Stewart, John Wayne and Lee Marvin.
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THE MAN WHO HIRED EMIL VÄSTERSTRÖM
I've always loved that theme song. I sang this aloud as a read it, and had myself a fine old time!
You nailed the scansion, and the content is a hoot!! :D
Post by: corncobman on April 20, 2015, 10:30:35 PM
Dashing Looks
Into a dark hole the cat sneaks a peek.
All alone and secluded, abandoned perhaps
In the sewers of these, or some kind of creek.
Maybe survived from this society's collapse.
The cat is taking a kitty out by the scruff,
Is there a litter? Yes, by the sounds.
The landscape is calm, although it's quite rough.
The cat over and around the wreckage it bounds.
What does it see with its curious eye?
Nothing too horrible found there, I hope.
This mystery something, revelation of which is nigh.
If something bad happens, I don't think I'd cope.
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Eye of the Cat (based on Year of the Cat by Al Stewart)
On a morning from a horror movie
In a country where they turn back time
She goes strolling through the wreck like a lion
Contemplating the climb
She comes out of the hole with a kitten running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She can't tell you what's her game
In the eye of the cat
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she stalks the sound in her ears
And you follow till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the pale blue stream near the sewer grates
There's a hidden nest she reached into
At day, she looks around and bounds
Just like a tiger passing through
The eye of the cat
Why she seeks for it so coolly?
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes out unconcerned now truly
So we watch her, to find what's waiting outside
The eye of the cat
Well morning comes and we still spy her
And the car's old occupants are gone
And it's thrown away its voice and lost its reason
So we have to watch on
But the silent strains of the day remain
In the latter of the new-born day
You know sometime it's bound to catch her
But for now it's going to stay
In the eye of the cat
Eye of the cat
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 20, 2015, 11:03:07 PM
“Alive in Kastrup”
from “One Night in Bangkok”
by Murray Head
Alive in Kastrup
Means you’re rough and tumble
Only the fastest
Can survive this place
Alive in Kastrup
And she will not crumble
Her kittens count on her
To be the Ace
Ev’ry day she stares
Disaster in the face
Kastrup
Copenhagen’s suburb
And to live here is tough
When it used to be superb
For one momma cat
And her kittens Moving
Day has come for them
As behooving
This cat’s
Gonna keep her litter
From becoming Grossling chow
Like the birdies that twitter
It’s time
One by one she brings them
Out from their old place
To a new spot they will soon come
(Spoken)
Where Vaette
Nor giants
Nor beast nor troll
Can find them
(Sung)
Alive in Kastrup
And she won’t give up now
Life may be hard
But it’s still good you see
Alive in Kastrup
And they won’t be troll chow
In spite of danger
Ev’rywhere she’ll see
She will keep her kittens
Safe while she is free
This place
Demands all your focus
If you’re going to
Stay alive in this locus
Sometimes out
By the shore
Then deeper in the city
There have been
So many homes
For this worried
Momma kitty
(Spoken)
Don’t interrupt!
She’ll take each of her
Little complainers down--
(Sung)
To their
New retreat
Safe and away
From their old routine
Tut suite
And how!
Both stealthily and swiftly
She carries them
With moves so nifty
(Spoken)
No stupid beast
Would dare to move
In her groove
(Sung)
Alive in Kastrup
Means you’re rough and tumble
Only the fastest
Can survive this place
Alive in Kastrup
And she will not crumble
Her kittens count on her
To be the Ace
Ev’ry day she stares
Disaster in the face
Felines
Ultimate survivors
In this land that demands
They’ll always be thrivers
(Spoken)
And so far
They’re still ahead of the game
At least one step
(Sung)
Those trolls are
Too slow lately
To match this gracious
Feline lady
So far so good
It’s all or nothing
But it could all sink
Because of one thing
(Spoken)
It’ll take a few trips to
Get all the kittens
With the risk growing
(Sung)
Alive in Kastrup
And she won’t give up now
Life may be hard
But it’s still good you see
Alive in Kastrup
And they won’t be troll chow
In spite of danger
Ev’rywhere she’ll see
She will keep her kittens
Safe while she is free
Alive in Kastrup
Means you’re rough and tumble
Only the fastest
Can survive this place
Alive in Kastrup
And she will not crumble
Her kittens count on her
To be the Ace
Ev’ry day she stares
Disaster in the face
Post by: Aprillen on April 21, 2015, 09:41:02 AM
By Mogram
Little itty bitty kitty,
Safe and dry within the drain;
Deep within the old world city,
Sheltered well against the rain.
Mother cat will keep you safe,
And hide you where it's nice and warm-
Far below the ancient pavements,
Far away beyond the storm.
Way below the grim and gritty,
Deep inside the sewer main,
Deep within the old world city,
Safe and warm against the rain.
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 21, 2015, 10:33:28 AM
Lullaby for (too) loud kittens
based on
"Schlaflied für Anne" by Fredrik Vahle
Stand still and stay silent, they shall not hear
You and your siblings still mewling here,
No trolls shall come and be gone with this bait,
Stand still and stay silent, just a short wait.
Not trolls shall come and be gone with this bait,
Stand still and stay silent, just a short wait.
Stand still and stay silent, danger is near.
Coming for you and your mother in here.
Water is filling the hole where you sleep
Stand still and stay silent, out you must creep.
Water is filling the hole where you sleep,
Stand still and stay silent, out you must creep.
Stand still and stay silent, all will be well,
Mommy will come here and take you away,
Comes from the Silent World, slinking in here,
Stand still and stay silent, she is yet near.
Comes from the silent world, slinking in here,
Stand still and stay silent, she is yet near.
Post by: Aprillen on April 21, 2015, 10:56:37 AM
A runo song for brave little mothers.
Watchful mother,
Quiet, cunning,
Carry quickly
Leaping, running
First the one and
then the other
precious burdens,
little mother
Slip through danger
Undetected
To where you'll be
More protected.
Post by: Brandenfascher on April 21, 2015, 03:26:47 PM
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One day I found out that the sewers weren't safe now
A beastie that could tear us to shreds
It was looking all scary, its paws would prob'ly kill me
A collar with heart shapes adorned its head(s?)
Well, danger keeps coming and it won't stop coming
Got on the move, need to break the ground running
Doesn't make sense just to stay, not run
That beast is big; we'd be snacks for fun
Gotta go move, we need to see
If there's room somewhere else to stay safe
We'll never know if we don't go
We'll never live if we're too slow
Hey now, you're the mom-cat. Get your kittens, I say
Hey now, you're the mom-cat. Get to safe ground OK
In all these ruins of mold
There's another safe place, so I'm told
It's a dark place and they say it get's darker
You're bundled up now and don't want to get out there
But the big looming threat begs to differ
Judging by the claws we've seen in the last picture
The beast we skirt is getting pretty grim
We need to watch our step; the kits can't really swim
The sitch' is dire, how 'bout yours?
We don't really like it but we sure aren't bored
Hey now, you're the mom-cat. Get your kittens, I say
Hey now, you're the mom-cat. Get to safe ground OK
In all these ruins of mold
There's another safe place, so I'm told
Some cat I just asked for an exit route to pass
We need to get ourselves away from this place
He said yep, just over there
I've been livin' pretty well myself
And there is also plenty of space
Well, the danger keeps coming and it won't stop coming
Got on the move, need to break the ground running
Doesn't make sense just to stay, not run
That beast is big; we'd be snacks for fun
Gotta go move, we need to see
If there's room somewhere else to stay safe
We'll never know if we don't go
We'll never live if we're too slow
Hey now, you're the mom-cat. Get your kittens, I say
Hey now, you're the mom-cat. Get to safe ground OK
In all these ruins of mold
There's another safe place, so I'm told
In all these ruins of mold
There's another safe place, so I'm told
Post by: corncobman on April 21, 2015, 10:48:37 PM
Does not Seam Right...
Kitten and cat stare from out of the niche
As a furry creature sniffs through the stream
A dog wandering around with no leash
Worms literally bursting right out of the seams
This dog-like creature does not seem right
Mouth partly sealed, a horrible view
The mother cat remains hidden out of sight
As wriggling things come out forth and spew
What were those things squirming out of the snout?
The danger has past, for now, at least
The cat and kitty haven't been found out
As they watch, moving past them, the horrible beast
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Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?
Oh where, oh where
Has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his heart removed
And his mind long done
Oh where, oh where can he be?
I think he went down
To the rippling stream
To see what he could see
And in his mouth
Were worms wriggling loose
I wonder what could it be
Oh where, oh where
Has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his heart removed
And his mind long done
Oh where, oh where can he be?
I last saw him by the dark hole
Playing and running around
But I just can't see him there anymore
He there just cannot be found
This dog lost, my friend no longer I know
I may have seen him go by
Who knows where
He might have decided to go
We know it's not him in those eyes
Oh where, oh where
Has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his mind long done
Oh where, oh where can he be?
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 22, 2015, 04:45:21 PM
Worms wiggling worming
Tentacles touching tasting
Maggots mining meandering
Strings squiggling searching
Slime sniffling sneezing
Back bulging bursting
Wailing wheezing waxing
Shhh....
Hear hiding holing
See staying snuggling
Wait whimpering wondering
ROAR! RUN!
Post by: corncobman on April 22, 2015, 10:35:06 PM
Relief all Round
The kittens cry out with different calls,
After the mangy beast has withdrawn.
Around the little dark hole they all sprawl.
Wondering what on earth is going on.
The mother returns the child back to the nest,
Watching the beast depart with a huge sigh.
Going back out alone would probably be best,
But chances the beast might return would be high.
Back to the gang and Lalli gets sprayed,
After scouting the land for more paths to see.
Being hosed off like some kind of stray,
And losing what's left of his dignity.
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Mom Cat Across the Water (based on Madman Across the Water by Elton John)
She can see very well
There's a beast on the stream with a broken back
And she can see it very well
There's a hole and she knows it very well
It's one of those that she put them long ago
Take my word she's a mom cat don't you know
Once a scout had a good part in the play
If it's so would we still be here today
It's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way
They think it's very funny everything he says
Get a load of him, he's so dismayed
You better get your coat dear
It looks like spray
We'll come round in early afternoon
The home group hopes they'll see us very soon
But is it in your mind's eye that, dear spotter
Another glimpse of the mom cat across the water
She can see very well
There's a beast on the stream with a broken back
And she can see it very well
There's a hole and she knows it very well
It's one of those that she put them long ago
Take my word she's a mom cat don't you know
The ground's a long way down but I need more
Is the nightmare black
Or has the beast withdrawn
Will it come again next week
Can my mind really take it
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 23, 2015, 08:49:49 AM
Based on Eifersucht und Stolz. (from "Die schöne Müllerin" by Wilhelm Müller, music Franz Schubert)
I just came here to report back, and this I get?
A freezing splash of water making me all wet?!
Stop it, stop it, and let me first get used to it,
so that I can stop shivering and bearing it.
You´re saying something, do you think I understand?
I just watch you and guess it´s something coherent...
My cousin´s waiting with a towel and a cup
And I must stay here hoping that I can soon sup.
Wait, Tuuri, what are you conferring there with him?
I will get cookies if I bear his passing whim?
Okay, then I will bear again this freezing flood
Then cookies fast or I will spill his danish blood!
Post by: Aprillen on April 23, 2015, 05:38:52 PM
(Further adventures in runo meter)
Tumbledown Schoolhouse
Other children used to play here.
Now there's nothing but decay here,
Crumbling walls and leaky ceiling,
But no wrongness, no bad feeling.
Empty chairs and fallen rubble
But no sense of taint or trouble,
Just the wind through beam and rafter
Like the ghost of long gone laughter.
Three are safe and three still waiting
In the dark, behind the grating.
Hurry, little mother, get them
lest some dire fate beset them.
Other children used to play here.
Now you get to hide and stay here.
Out there danger waits, and violence,
Here is stillness, here is silence.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 23, 2015, 08:50:54 PM
"Let Them Squee"
from "Let It Be"
by the Beatles
When an update hits with images so
Cute or sweet or cuddly
The fans will all go nuts, let them squee
The shippers get their goggles
And the sound can be so deafening
As they all go crazy, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
As they all go crazy, let them squee
And when Minna lobs a hand grenade
In the Disqus comment threads
Well she's all but saying, let them squee
And something so innocent
Can bring them up into a frenzy
As she's all but saying, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
As she's all but saying, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
As they all go crazy, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
As they all go crazy, let them squee
The Lalli/Emil shippers
And the ones that cry for Reyuuri
Are still mostly harmless, let them squee
And so all the Minnions cry out now
At Dear Minna's imagery
Since they're mostly harmless, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
Since they're mostly harmless, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
Let them squee, let them squee
As they all go crazy, let them squee
Post by: corncobman on April 23, 2015, 11:15:02 PM
Wet Behind the Ears
Disgruntled Lalli cat enjoys the bath not.
The hair specialist cleans out his head,
And those tricky and hard to reach spots.
This wasn't in the mission brief, he'd rather be dead.
Meanwhile Tuuri is hard at her work,
Transcribing that book for the big Dane.
Reading voluntarily, what a strange quirk.
Sigrun must think that Mikkel insane.
Tuuri promised to be gentle, but what's this a rip?
It's fine as long as it still can be read.
Just make sure there are no more of those slips
Or Mikkel will use that book to bash open your head.
Where is poor Reynir, locked up in the tank?
The team may not trust him still to let him out.
He doesn't even have a military rank, but
At least he's not being stared at by the scout...
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Cat's in the Bathtub (based on Cat's in the Cradle by Harry Chapin)
Our scout arrived just the break of day
He came to the tank in the usual way
But there were trolls to catch and books to pay
We tend to sleep while he is away
And he was scoutin' 'fore I knew it, and as he knew
He'd hiss "I'll get back at you, Swede
You know I'll get back at you"
And the cat's in the bathtub with the silver hair
Getting real wet while he's sitting down there
When your washin' done, Swede?
I don't know when,
But you'll get towelled off then
You know you've had a good clean then
Our skald turned book just on the same day
She said, "Thanks for the book, Dane, I copy this yay
I've got a silk touch but", she said "I'm afraid
I sort of ripped it", he said "That's OK"
And he walked away but his face never changed
And said, "I'm gonna keep this book, yeah
You know I'm gonna keep this book"
And the cat's in the bathtub with the silver hair
Getting real wet while he's sitting down there
When your washin' done, Swede?
I don't know when,
But you'll get towelled off then
You know you've had a good clean then
Well, he came from a crate just the other day
So much like a girl I just had to say
"Braid, I'm looking at you, can you sit for a while"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, friend, is to savour the cool breeze
Like, to sight-see, can I get out please"
And the Braid's in the bathtub with the bright red hair
Getting real wet while he's sitting down there
When your washin' done, friend?
I don't know when,
But you'll get towelled off then, Braid
You know you've had a good clean then
I've long since returned, my hair's dried away
I called him up just to do the same
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, friend, if I can find the time
You see my hair is a hassle and I have shampoo
But I won't be needing you to, friend
My head won't be needing you to"
And as I lathered his hair it occurred to me
His head had just got fleas
The Swede had picked up fleas
And the Swede's in the bathtub with the sparkly hair
Getting real wet while he's sitting down there
When your washin' done, friend?
I don't know when,
But you'll get towelled off then, Swede
You know you've had a good clean then
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 24, 2015, 09:53:15 PM
“A Tuuri Lament”
from “In My Life”
by the Beatles
There are pages yet to transcribe
And I hope I’m done before
Emil’s finished bathing Lalli
But I’d better not rip any more
So these pages keep their meaning
A record of each Rash case they saw
So Mikkel wants to have himself a copy
But Sigrun thinks, “Read books? Pshaw!”
Now, she doesn’t hate book lovers
Though it’s not what she would choose
Telling Mikkel, “To each his own”
But that attitude gives me the blues
For she knows not what she’s missing
A million or more worlds in your hands
I’d better stop and get back to transcribing
This text saved from Silent Lands
Post by: KicknRun on April 24, 2015, 09:55:05 PM
Page 304
(Further adventures in runo meter)
Tumbledown Schoolhouse
Other children used to play here.
Now there's nothing but decay here,
Crumbling walls and leaky ceiling,
But no wrongness, no bad feeling.
Empty chairs and fallen rubble
But no sense of taint or trouble,
Just the wind through beam and rafter
Like the ghost of long gone laughter.
Three are safe and three still waiting
In the dark, behind the grating.
Hurry, little mother, get them
lest some dire fate beset them.
Other children used to play here.
Now you get to hide and stay here.
Out there danger waits, and violence,
Here is stillness, here is silence.
er... Could I maybe record this? With credit to you.
Post by: MegaJar on April 25, 2015, 02:06:49 PM
<snip>
And now, I present y'all with my newest work of
This corresponds to pages 260 (http://sssscomic.com/comic.php?page=260) through 268 (http://sssscomic.com/comic.php?page=268). Here we go!
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Saint Emil's Fire (To the tune of John Parr's Saint Elmo's Fire (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVf4_WglzWA))
Looking up, I can see the horror on the wall.
Leaping down, trying to devour me, hair and all.
I swing my lantern, and it shrieks in pain,
Then I bolt for the door, but it's all in vain.
Second troll, ambushes me as I try to run.
Pins me down. Panicking, I holler for Sigrun.
She cuts its heeeaaad off, and we start to flee.
But first I must destroy...this monstrosity!
I can make a big explosion, underneath the blazing sky.
I'll be where the flames are risin' higher and higher!
Gonna set this blaze in motion, all I need are some flares and fuel.
Soon the trolls are gonna fry in Saint Emil's Fire!
Oo-oo-oo-ooooohhhh!
Coughing smoke, stumbling out the door, it's time to go.
(Yeah, it's time to go.)
Lalli's gone, but then he jumps right out the window.
I'm glad you maaaaade it, you wierd cat-man.
Now please don't glare at me, just get in the van!
I can make a big explosion, underneath the blazing sky.
I'll be where the flames are risin' higher and higher!
Gonna set this blaze in motion, all I need are some flares and fuel.
Soon the trolls are gonna fry in Saint Emil's Fire!
I can kill the largest Giant, I can slay the wildest Beast.
I can feel Saint Emil's Fire burnin' in me!
Burnin' in meeeeee!
Get out of my face,
You mad, crazy girl.
Adrenaline crash,
I'm going to hurl!
I can hear my heartbeat racing, I can see my vomit fly.
Feel like a wreck again, I need to unwind.
Still, I set that blaze in motion, all I needed were flares and fuel.
Now the trolls are gonna fry in Saint Emil's Fire!
I can make a big explosion, underneath the blazing sky.
I'll be where the flames are risin' higher and higher!
Gonna set this blaze in motion, all I need are some flares and fuel.
Soon the trolls are gonna fry in Saint Emil's Fire!
I can kill the largest Giant, I can slay the wildest Beast.
I can feel Saint Emil's Fire burnin' in me!
Buuuurniiiiiin', burnin' in me,
I can feel it burnin'...
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 25, 2015, 03:11:47 PM
“Cat-Boy”
from “Hey, Jude”
by the Beatles
Cat-Boy
You hate these baths
But you walk paths
That get you filthy
Don’t tell me
It didn’t get
On your skin
(You’re really thin!)
It got you filthy
Cat-Boy
I know it’s cold
For a scout bold
Who’s still so tired
This will pass
And soon you’ll be
Back in bed
Resting your head
You’re still so tired
But after all
Your scouting round
Cat-Boy, we’ve found
That you’ll need a bath
To get you all clean
And don’t you fall
A victim to
Your pride, not you
Don’t go down that path
That way is so mean
Cat-Boy
We’re almost done
Feel the warm sun
On your clean body
It always
Feels better
After a soak
Here’s a dry cloak
For your clean body
All through the night
You’ll scout it out
Cat-Boy, no doubt
Seeking out the ways
In and out of there
But with the light
Comes your return
Cat-Boy, you burn
Sleeping through the days
Without e’en one care
Cat-Boy
You hate these baths
But you walk paths
That get you filthy
Don’t tell me
It didn’t get
On your skin
(You’re really thin!)
It got you filthy
Meow
Meow Meow
Meow Meow Meow Purr
Meow Meow Meow Purr
Cat-Boy
Post by: Brandenfascher on April 25, 2015, 04:49:20 PM
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Sigrun: Who does he think he is? That boy has tangled with the wrong soldier! No civilian travels with Sigrun!
Emil: Uhh... right?
Sigrun: Inexperienced! Clumsy! Useless! Why, he's more than I can bear.
Emil: More carrots?
Sigrun: What for? That's dirt food. I'm finished.
Emil: Who, you? Never! Sigrun, you've got to pull yourself together.
Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Sigrun
Getting all caught in a slump
Everyone here'd love to be you, Sigrun
Even when giving trolls lumps
There's no soldier out there as awesome as you
Your triumphs reach into the sky
Ev'ryone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard; you'll see why
No one's rough like Sigrun
No one's tough like Sigrun
No one's blade's as incredibly sharp like Sigrun's
And no leader's got half as much courage
A troll's her worst enemy
You can ask anyone else more discouraged
And they'll tell you with whose squad they'd prefer to be
No one's been like Sigrun
A pot shot like Sigrun
No one's got a swell pointy-ish chin like Sigrun
Sigrun: As a leader, of course, I am hope inflating
Everyone: My- what a boss, that Sigrun
Give five salutes
Give twelve push-ups
Sigrun is most best
And the rest are a mess!
No one sleeps like Sigrun
Wakes up quite like Sigrun
In a staring match nobody scares like Sigrun
For there's no one who stares so intensely
Sigrun: See, my pupils are extr'ordinaire
Not a bit of her doesn't scare beasties
Sigrun: (That's right!)
But I use good judgement when I'm near troll lairs
No one drives like Sigrun
Wrecks a lot like Sigrun
No one cluelessly rams into things like Sigrun
Sigrun: I'm especially good at the navigating
(Crash!)
Everyone: ...again for Sigrun!
Sigrun: When I was a lass I ate 10 chicken legs
Ev'ry day so that I could stay fed
And now that I'm grown I eat 10 prime rib steaks
So I'd rarely be found starved up dead
No one talks like Sigrun
Judges not like Sigrun
Looks slightly down on others who read like Sigrun
Sigrun: I find reading a waste of time, plus it's so lame
Oh what a gal, Sigrun!
Say it again
Who's the best out of ten?
And then say it once more
Who will survive for sure?
Who's the always most best?
Don't you know? Can't you guess?
Ask her fans and her five soldier squad
There's just one gal in town who's got all of it down
And her name's S-I-G... R
S-I-G-R... U...
S-I-G-R-U - oh!
SIGRUN!!!
Post by: Balthazar on April 25, 2015, 09:10:29 PM
The suds seep into my eyes
Bird songs while I drown
-Haiku by Lalli on taking baths
Post by: slim kittens on April 25, 2015, 09:19:32 PM
Another one, courtesy of the Beatles
REYNIR FROM ICELAND
Ah, look at all the immune people
Ah, look at all the immune people
Reynir from Iceland
Longs for adventure all day while he watches the sheep
He has a dream
Look at him staring
Watching the shadows that tick off the hours of the day
Why does he stay?
All the immune people
Where do they all come from?
All the immune people
Why can't I go along?
Reynir from Iceland
Offers to work on a boat to the island for free
The captain agrees
Look at him peeling
Stuck below deck with potatoes, he's ready to scream
Where is my dream?
All the immune people
Where do they all come from?
All the immune people
Why can't I go along?
Ah, look at all the immune people
Ah, look at all the immune people
Reynir from Iceland
Watching the cans from the crate that he throws on the floor
Who were they for?
"I'm sure they won't miss them
They'll be so happy to see volunteers anyway
I'm sure it's okay"
All the immune people
Where do they all come from?
All the immune people
Why can't I go along?
Post by: slim kittens on April 26, 2015, 12:07:19 AM
Something NOT from the Beatles.
Courtesy of Ray Charles
HIT THE ROAD, BRAID
SIGRUN
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more
REYNIR
What you say?
SIGRUN
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more
REYNIR
Oh captain, Oh captain, don't you treat me so mean
I've got talents that you haven't seen
Well I guess if you say so
I'll have to take my braid and go
SIGRUN
That's right!
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more
REYNIR
What you say?
SIGRUN
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more
REYNIR
Now captain, oh captain, don't you send me away
I'll be an asset to the team some day
SIGRUN
Don't care if you are, you abandoned food
If you stay around here you might end up stewed
REYNIR
Well I guess if you say so
I'll have to take my braid and go
SIGRUN
That's right!
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more
REYNIR
What you say?
SIGRUN
That's right!
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Braid and don't cha come back
No more
REYNIR
What you say?
SIGRUN
Don't cha come back no more
REYNIR
You can't mean that...
SIGRUN
Don't cha come back no more
REYNIR
I have abilities
SIGRUN
Don't cha come back no more
REYNIR
Do you have any sheep?
SIGRUN
Don't cha come back no more
REYNIR
Well, if you say so...
SIGRUN
Don't cha come back no more
REYNIR
I'll take my cats and go...
[silence]
SIGRUN
................cats?
Post by: corncobman on April 26, 2015, 07:32:49 AM
(Oh oh)
(Oh oh)
Pouring, again
Disgust on your face
Now and again
Sit still in that place
Cat on the inside, you've got nothing to do
Keep you sterile but don't you go hate me too
Good guy, this time
Cleaning you
You've been gone so long, so, gone so long
But I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
For you
Changes, changing
Back and forth again
Trading faces
Strangers in the end
Cat on the inside, you've got nothing to do
Keep you sterile, this washing I was forced to
Good guy, this time
Cleaning you
You've been gone so long, so, gone so long
But I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
For you
For you
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
For you
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
I'll wash your back
Post by: Mélusine on April 26, 2015, 07:48:17 AM
REYNIR*Laugh alone*
What you say?
SIGRUN
Don't cha come back no more
REYNIR
You can't mean that...
SIGRUN
Don't cha come back no more
REYNIR
I have abilities
SIGRUN
Don't cha come back no more
REYNIR
Do you have any sheep?
Post by: SugaAndSpice on April 26, 2015, 02:17:46 PM
"Cleansers"
Cleansers, I would like to go with you
I would like to fight the trolls with you
Cleansers, have you candles in your hold
Do you fight the trollsies brave and bold.
Out of my window, looking in the night
I can see the Cleansers every night
Silently board the boat into the wild
As I wish I wasnt a non-immune child.
Out of my window, looking in the night
I can see the Cleansers every night
Lanterns shining green and lanterns shining red
I can see them leave from in my bed.
Out of my window, looking in the night
I can see the Cleansers every night
Chugging sounds start, and engines start to roar
As the boats with cleansers leave our shore.
Out of my window looking in the night
I can see the Cleansers every night
Stars are brightly lighting up the sky
As the Cleansers seem to skip right by.
Out of my window, looking in the night
I can see the Cleansers every night
Taking the cleansers out away to sea
How I wish that some day they could take me.
How my heart longs to sail away with you
As you fight the trolls to make anew
But I must stay here, beside my window clear
As the Cleansers sail away from here.
Here it is, yay! Thank you looNEY_DAC. Might I ask where the username came from?
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 26, 2015, 02:33:37 PM
Here it is, yay! Thank you looNEY_DAC. Might I ask where the username came from?
https://ssssforum.com/index.php?topic=131.msg16711#msg16711 (https://ssssforum.com/index.php?topic=131.msg16711#msg16711)
Post by: corncobman on April 26, 2015, 10:59:25 PM
The Odd Jobs
The pair of hunters going out from the gang,
After a rather inauspicious start.
Lalli leaving Emil to awkwardly hang.
At least Sigrun did it and didn't break his poor heart.
Mikkel reminds them to at least look at the books,
And not to bring back rubbish books and trash.
The wise and pragmatic medic and cook
Also probably hopes the next place they'll not crash.
Lalli back into the tank most stealthily
Reynir noticing that he no longer stares.
He tells Tuuri "I can be useful, you'll see!
I can help with anything. I promise! I swear!"
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I Can Be Useful Now (based on I Can See Clearly Now by Johnny Nash)
I can be useful now, Sigrun has gone,
I could do all the tasks you put my way
Gone is the dark Swede that had me bound
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Red-braidy day.
I think I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the weird feelings have disappeared
Here is the rainbow I've been prayin' for
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Red-braidy day.
Look all around, there's nothin' but blue skies
Look straight ahead, nothin' but blue skies
I can be useful now, Sigrun has gone,
I could do all the tasks you put my way
Gone is the dark Swede that had me bound
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Red-braidy day.
Post by: Balthazar on April 26, 2015, 11:10:50 PM
From a conversation about the breathing mask around Reynir's neck, leading to referemces to Harry Potter.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter mask than me.
You can keep your ballroom black,
Your half mask, Gerard Butler,
For I'm the Silent World Sorting Mask
And I am a better ad-visor than all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Mask can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Norway,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and whale hunting,
Set The Norwegians apart;
You might belong in Denmark
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Danes are true,
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Finnland,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Sweden,
You'll make your real friends,
Those fiery cleansers use any means,
To achieve their ends.
Or maybe Iceland,
Could you be so bold?
Their science tempered with religion,
With safety and precision.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get out of breath!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Breathing Mask!"
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 27, 2015, 12:24:10 AM
“Keep Your Mask On, Reynir”
from “Save the Last Dance for Me”
by the Drifters
You can talk
In Icelandic talk on
Or sing us a song
We won’t silence you
You can try
Ev’rything you know
To help us to go
On our quest it’s true
But don’t forget
That we’re in a land
That’s tainted by
The Rash Disease
So Reynir
Keep your mask on now please
Oh I know
That the mask pulls your hair
Pain past compare
But you need it on
And the mask
May restrict your breath
But it means death
To not have it on
Cause don’t forget
That we’re in a land
That’s tainted by
The Rash Disease
So Reynir
Keep your mask on now please
We know that you’re not Immune, Reynir
So you need to wear your mask
It will keep you safe while we are here
We shouldn’t have to ask
You can talk
Babble on and on
Though we start to yawn
We won’t shut you up
You can try
To do useful things
Pretend you’ve got wings
We will let you fly
But don’t forget
That we’re in a land
That’s tainted by
The Rash Disease
So Reynir
Keep your mask on now please
But don’t forget
That we’re in a land
That’s tainted by
The Rash Disease
So Reynir
Keep your mask on now please
Keep your mask on now please
Keep your mask on now please
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 27, 2015, 05:44:07 AM
Based on "Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm" by Crash Test Dummies
Once there was this man who
Got into a clueless crew who don´t know what to do
And when he finally tamed them
His hair had turned from blond into bright white
He said that it was from when
The woman said she never reads
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Once there was this girl who
Couldn't go and hunt with the team for treasured books
And when they finally brought some
She ripped a precious side out of it
She was really ashamed of
her clumsiness and turned red
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
But both girl and man were glad
'Cause one kid had it worse than that
'Cause then there was this boy whose
Teammates made him come directly bathing after work
And when they splashed with this hose
He shook from all the freezing-cold water
They couldn't quite amend it
With getting hot water.
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 27, 2015, 05:38:59 PM
Based on "Down Under" by Men At Work
Lalli:
Traveling in a fried-out cattank
On a forlorn trail, ahead only trolls
I`m with a strange team, they make me nervous
One took me in and gave me breakfast
And he said:
Well done on your reconnaissance
where monsters lurk and books slumber
Don´t you think the others a nuisance
You better sleep, you better get rest there
Emil:
Trying hard to be nice to our scout
saying things to get in touch with him
I said: "Don´t be sad to be left."
He just stared and gave me a wide berth.
And I said:
I want to go down there and see
If we can´t plunder some building
Can´t you hear, can´t you hear the crier
You better run or set them on fire.
Tuuri:
Typing on an old typewriter
With a mask on, and not much to say
I said to the boy, "Is there something to help with?
Because you seem to look slightly forlorn"
And he said:
Oh! I just came to be helpful in here
I can be useful I swear
can´t you hear, can´t you hear my begging
I´m going crazy here doing nothing.
Oh! Do they come from a way over yonder
Where women glow and men wonder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the trolls come
You better run, you better take cover.
Post by: Sunflower on April 27, 2015, 09:38:36 PM
Last night I was listening to that earworm du jour "Just My Type" by Saint Motel. And you know you're an SSSS addict when it inspires you this way:
[awesome horn riffs throughout]
MIKKEL:
Take a look around the room
Worthwhile books are known by titles.
How to go about and choose?
Don’t break it down by shapes and sizes.
Our clients have very… specific… tastes.
SIGRUN AND EMIL:
These books are just our type!
They’ve all got words that we’re not reading.
They’ll all be worth the hype.
EMIL:
Uhh, I think it’s time that we get leaving.
LALLI (in his head):
When troll-goo's dripping over there,
Something’s wrong – what is that breathing?
I can’t help myself but stare
Double-check for evil heavings.
I’m a man with very… specific… sight.
SIGRUN AND EMIL:
These books are just our type!
They’ve all got words with senseless meanings.
Someone will buy this tripe!
Uhh, I think it’s time that we get leaving.
SOMEONE IN THE WALLS:
HhhhHHH yYyoU're juSst mMy tyPe!
Yy0u’Ve got a puL1se & yYo0u rR breAaAathing
(slither) yYoUu’re jusSTt my tyPe
I thInk I’lL CcOme down ofFff the ceilLling
I’m a tröoll with vVveEery speçCific tåaÅstes…
Post by: corncobman on April 28, 2015, 12:46:29 AM
Boy Go Fetch
Reynir is distracting the poor skald
With his constant cries for attention.
Interrupted, her work has now stalled.
She needs peace, but is afraid to mention.
He wants to be helpful right now but,
It's having the opposite sort of effect.
She has to rid herself of this nut,
Before her effort gets further wrecked.
"Please fetch me my bag from the other room."
She wants him away but she hasn't the heart.
Closing the screen door so her work can resume.
To keep the poor Reynir and Tuuri apart.
Enthusiastic Reynir at last has a use.
What will he find when he returns from his quest?
The door closed and the chase was a wild goose.
At least Lalli and he can resume their staring contest.
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Bag That I Hunt (based on Band On The Run by Paul McCartney and Wings)
Stuck inside these four walls
Sent inside forever
Never seeing a place nice again,
Like you, Bornholm
You, Bornholm...
You...
If I ever get out of here
Thought of giving my all today
To do any task I can say.
All I need is a job a day
If I ever get out of here
(If I ever get out of here)
Well, the pair departed with a mighty roar
As they walked into the wood
And the first one said to the second one there,
"I hope we'll get more food."
Bag that I hunt, bag that I hunt
And the jailer man,
And Sigrun ma'am
Are away, while I come
For the bag that I hunt
Bag that I hunt.
For the bag that I hunt
Bag that I hunt.
Well, the Tuuri lady drew a heavy sigh
Seeing in there I had come
And the skald was typing from the dusty book
She was learned that person.
Bag that I hunt, bag that I hunt
And the Swedish man,
And Sigrun ma'am
Are away, while I come
For the bag that I hunt, bag that I hunt.
Yeah, the bag that I hunt
The bag that I hunt
Bag that I hunt
Bag that I hunt
Well, the scout retreating
To the catlike tank into the sleeping room
In the room I'll hunt for the bag everywhere
As he'll never wake up soon
Bag that I hunt, bag that I hunt
For the skald Tuuri, who ordered me
Will search for ever more.
For the bag that I hunt
Bag that I hunt
Bag that I hunt
Bag that I hunt
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 28, 2015, 06:49:29 PM
Based on Tubthumping by Chumbawamba
(I am begging, let me help you, I am begging)
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
(Chatting my day away, Reynir, please go away)
I search for leather bags, I search for duffel bags,
I search for smaller bags, I search for bigger bags,
I search for bags that remind me of my sisters´
I search for bags that remind me of my brothers´
(Oh Braidy boy, Braidy boy, Braidy boy)
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
(Chatting my day away, Reynir, please go away)
I search for leather bags, I search for duffel bags,
I search for smaller bags, I search for bigger bags,
I search for bags that remind me of my sisters´
I search for bags that remind me of my brothers´
(Don't bother me, noisy person)
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
I get locked out, but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out
I get locked out, (I´ll be crying)
but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out (when I´m begging)
I get locked out, (I´ll be crying)
but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out (ooh)
I get locked out, (I´ll be crying)
but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out (when I´m begging)
I get locked out, (I´ll be crying)
but I get in again
You are never gonna keep me out (ooh)
I get locked out, (I´ll be crying)
But I get in again (please can you go away)
You are never gonna keep me out (when I´m begging)
Post by: corncobman on April 28, 2015, 11:04:35 PM
Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you'd never been
But all the comics you've seen
Will slowly fade away
So I start a revolution from my bed
'Cos you said the brains I had went to my head.
Stay inside 'cos it's updating real soon
Stay down inside the sleeping place
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna wear my patience out
And so no-one can wait
You know it's too late as you're walking on by
Your soul drifts away
But don't F5 in anger
I heard you say
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows
If it's night or day
But please don't put your mind in the hands
Of the comic book fans
Who'll blow your head away
I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed
'Cos you said the brains I had went to my head
Stay inside 'cos it's updating real soon
Stay down inside the sleeping place
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna wear my patience out
Oh no-one can wait
You know it's too late as you're walking on by
Your soul drifts away
But don't F5 in anger
I heard you say
Oh no-one can wait
You know it's too late as you're walking on by
Your soul drifts away
But don't F5 in anger
I heard you say
So no-one can wait
You know it's too late as you're walking on by
Your soul drifts away
But don't F5 in anger
Don't F5 in anger
I heard you say
At least not today
Post by: corncobman on April 28, 2015, 11:52:47 PM
Dream a Little Dream for Me (based on Dream a Little Dream for Me lyrics by Gus Khan)
Door closing shut before you
Wind blowing seemed to close it "I'm sorry"
You're tired, try to get some more sleep
Dream a little dream for me
Say nighty-night and get sleep
Just go sleep tight and tell me you're sorry
While I'm alone and sorry to thee
Dream a little dream for me
Hopes fading but I soldier on dear
Still hoping you're dismissed
My task to transcribe till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till Lalli finds you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream for me
Hopes fading but I soldier on dear
Still hoping you're dismissed
My task to transcribe till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams, till Lalli finds you
Gotta keep dreaming leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
You gotta make me a promise, promise to me
Everybody dreams you see
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Dream to Forget
Reynir finds the room door is shut,
Tuuri slowly closed it behind him.
She says it was wind, sorry, but
Chances to get back in looking grim.
Mikkel sneaks up, grabbing his shoulder.
Trying to get him to stay still.
Coaxing the poor bloke, the fellow older,
To the bedroom against Reynir's will.
He didn't get much sleep at all did he?
Time now for him to catch it all up.
Everyone dreams when they sleep, he'll see.
Even if he said he never does, the young pup.
What will happen when he finally drifts?
Will he dream and will he recall?
Will he discover those hidden gifts,
Of the unexpected kind, above all?
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 29, 2015, 01:06:31 AM
Pg 307
“One Last F5”
from “One Last Goodnight”
by Carol Burnett & Co.
One last F5
For the night
One last F5
I hope you sleep tight
No fears
Just slumber so peaceful now
You'll wake
To a page that makes you wow...
=
Pg 308
“Poor Doc Mikkel”
from “Old Doc Whoovey” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zf1UX-yXcHc (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zf1UX-yXcHc)
by T Geisel
Poor Doc Mikkel
He’s stuck with these loons
And the dear leader’s
The biggest goon
So he said,
“Reynir,
Boy, now that you’re here
Just go on to sleep and
Let me handle Sigrun
Just go on to sleep and
Let me handle Sigrun.”
(Spoken)
-He’ll handle who now?
-He’ll handle Sigrun.
-I sure hope so!
(Sung)
Poor Doc Mikkel
Where did his cookies go?
It’s another black mark
That he doesn’t show
When he saw poor Reynir
He told him, “Come here
We can’t have you wander
All around to and fro
We can’t have you wander
All around to and fro.”
(Spoken)
-Is Sigrun, ah, dangerous?
-Nah, not unless you’re a troll!
-If you say so...
(Sung)
Poor Doc Mikkel
Trying to maintain his calm
After puppy-like Reynir
Tuuri’s mien is a balm
If they did it his way
It all would be OK
“So go on to sleep now
Just go on to sleep now
Yes go on to sleep and
Let me handle Sigrun”
Post by: slim kittens on April 29, 2015, 09:19:09 AM
For Emil, because he's such great comic-relief and was voted "Most Likely
To End Up In A Troll"
* - whispers from the nest hoard
FYI: trolls can be quite sarcastic
Courtesy of Emerson, Lake and Palmer />
FROM THE BEGINNING
or
A Feckless Emil is Taunted by Trolls
tHeRe mIgHt hAvE bEEn cLeAnSeRs mIssEd
sOmE mIgHt'Ve sLiPpeD tHrOuGh
wE dIdN't mIss yOu... (*nOt THIS tImE..*)
pErHaPs tHeRe wErE tRaPs wE sEt
wE ShOuLdN't hAvE uSeD
yOu sAw tHrOuGh oUr rUsE
bUt hErE yOu aRe (*fInAllY*..*hEe hEh*)
yOu sEe iT's jUsT fAtE
yOu wErE mEaNt fOr oUr pLaTe... (*nOm nOm nOm*)
fRoM tHe bEgInNiNg
mAyBe yOu cOuLd hAvE cHaNgEd
aNd nOt bEeN a fOoL
bUt wE tHiNk iT's cOoL (*rEaL sMoOtH...*)
wHaTeVeR hAs pAsSeD iS pAsT
aLL gOoD tImEs mUsT eNd
aNd oUrS jUsT bEgInS... (*oH yEaH...*)
yOu sEe iT's jUsT fAtE
yOu wErE mEaNt fOr oUr pLaTe...
fRoM tHe bEgInNiNg
(*mOrE cOwBeLl tHiS tImE...*)
[Troll band instrumental to end...]
Of course we can't LEAVE Emil in a troll nest...
FYI: Sigrun can be quite sarcastic and Emil can be very dense
Courtesy of Leslie Gore />
GROSSLINGS GET TO FRY
But now the grosslings get to fry
Grosslings get to fry, grosslings get to fry
Cause Sigrun's come back
(Sigrun's come back, come back)
For me
Creeping down the hallway in the darkness
(the darkness)
I slipped on somebody's slime
Flat on my back when I looked up
I was surrounded by eyes
But now the grosslings get to fry
Grosslings get to fry, grosslings get to fry
Cause Sigrun's come back
(Sigrun's come back, come back)
For me
I couldn't get my hands on my explosives
(explosives)
A grossling had me pinned down
Sigrun jumped out and she killed it
We ran and she had a frown
And now the grosslings get to fry
Grosslings get to fry, grosslings get to fry
Cause Sigrun's come back
(Sigrun's come back, come back)
For me
Sigrun was so happy with my bravery
(my bravery)
She punched the side of my head
Norwegian praises sound so angry
I couldn't make out what she said
But now the grosslings get to fry
Grosslings get to fry, grosslings get to fry
Cause Sigrun's come back
(Sigrun's come back, come back)
For me
Yeah, now, the grosslings get to fry
Grosslings get to fry, grosslings get to fry
You might be wondering how the trolls ended up with a laid-back jazz-rock number
while Emil gets an early 60s pop song that a few years later would have
been referred to as "bubblegum music", so I asked Troll 37. He said:
"tRoLls aRe cOoLeR tHaN hUmAnS..."
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on April 29, 2015, 04:14:28 PM
Based on Summertime, George Gershwin
Silent World, living here is not easy
Trolls are lurking and the danger is high
You are still unsure if you´ll cope whith this life
But hush, little Reynir, don´t you cry
Right at this moment the dreamworld´s waiting for you,
Where you`ll meet someone who´s closer than you think,
You will be learning to be as useful as them
So hush, darling, sleep and don´t you cry...
Courtesy of the trolls:
sUMmeR DReaMS keEP on rEAchiNG foR uS
OnE lASt MeAL befoRE thE wINtEr iS duE
kEEp on cOMing, wE WIlL awAiT yoU ALl eAGeR
wEll, hUSh, liTTlE clEaNseR, doN´t yOu cRy...
Post by: Aprillen on April 29, 2015, 05:14:05 PM
(Emil being gently reminded by Mikkel that the books are their primary goal.)
All About The Books
(based on All About That Bass by Kevin Kadish and Meghan Trainor)
Because you know I'm all about the books
'Bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books
Yeah, it's pretty clear we haven't got a clue
But we can shake things up, it's kinda what we do
'Cause we got some boom boom that all the Trolls hate
And all the right junk to shove in their faces
This is a scary scene, what is that horrid glop?
We know the Rash is real, it doesn't make us stop
Hey, we found books and books, just grab 'em up
'cause every one of 'em is worth it from the bottom to the top
Oh, mama, the gold and the glory, and all the fights!
'Cause while we'd all like a little more booty in the hold at night
You know I won't be no disfigured millipede morbid Troll
If the city burns down it's a shame but that's how I roll.
What's that? Oh, no, I'm all about the books
'Bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books!
I'm bringing booty back!
Go ahead and tell them mean old teachers, Hey!
You called me stupid and you called me fat,
But I'm here to tell you,
Every inch of me is perfect from the bottom to the top!
Oh, mama, the gold and the glory, and all the fights!
And though I would like a little more booty in the hold at night
You know I won't be no disfigured millipede morbid Troll
If the city burns down it's a shame but that's how I roll.
Oh, sorry, yeah, I'm all about the books
'Bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books
Because you know I'm all about the books
'Bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books
Because you know I'm all about the books
'Bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books, no trouble
I'm all about the books, 'bout the books...
Post by: corncobman on April 30, 2015, 03:19:15 AM
Sleep Tight
Mikkel wraps Reynir up nice and tight.
Like a mummified corpse or a burrito style wrap.
Reynir can do nothing but sleep for the night.
Mikkel is gonna take none of his crap.
The only things unwrapped are Reynir's head
And his seemingly sentient braid of red hair.
Lalli is already asleep under that bed,
But it didn't seem like anyone noticed him there.
Time for the hyper kid to calm down now
And have himself a pleasant day dream.
Will he end up in Lalli's somehow?
We'll find out later, back to the outside hunting team.
Emil's eyes are both closed in the rain,
While Sigrun pulls him to the edge of the slope.
Looks like they're pulling their arms both in vain,
Trying to get up grassy bank there with no rope.
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Bedsheet Wrap (based on Monster Mash)
I was running in the tank, with my braid
When Mikkel caught me and then he said
"Must be tired, get some rest" I rubbed my eyes
And suddenly to my surprise
He did the wrap, he did the bedsheet wrap
The bedsheet wrap, it was all tightly strapped
He did the wrap, and my arms couldn't flap
He did the wrap, he did the bedsheet wrap
From my bed mattress in the bedroom east
I tried persuading to get myself released
Then I tried a miraculous feat
To wriggle out from my tightened sheets
He did the wrap, he did the bedsheet wrap
The bedsheet wrap, it was all tightly strapped
He did the wrap, and my legs couldn't flap
He did the wrap, he did the bedsheet wrap
This pickle was just no fun
The morning had just begun
I was in too tight and deep
Nothing to do but sleep
I tried to help out, the skald had me me fooled
Like a cigar, sure to be ridiculed
Then medic Mikkel just left me like that
Alone near the floor, lying on the mat
He tucked the wrap, he tucked the bedsheet wrap
The bedsheet wrap, it was all tightly strapped
He tucked the wrap, and my arms couldn't flap
He tucked the wrap, he tucked the bedsheet wrap
Resigned to my fate, I lay back down
Seemed there was nobody else around
Too tired to move and I couldn't now squirm
Feeling like rather a strange caterpillar or worm
It's now a wrap, it's now abedsheet wrap
The bedsheet wrap, it was all tightly strapped
It's now a wrap, it caught on in a flash
It's now a wrap, it's now a bedsheet wrap
Now everything's cool, I'm sort of tired right
And my bedsheet wrap is a wrap nice and tight
For me, the dreamer, this blanketted bliss
When you get to my room, you'll know Mikkel did this
Then I was wrapped, then I was bedsheet wrapped
The bedsheet wrap, and I was tightly strapped
Then I was wrapped, and my arms couldn't flap
Then I was wrapped, then I was bedsheet wrapped
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on April 30, 2015, 08:08:19 PM
“Sparkle Once Again”
from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=caO4AO_g83E (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=caO4AO_g83E) “Crying in the Rain”
by the Everly Brothers
Despite the rain and sleet
And all the muddy water at my feet
Yes, even though
My hair gets battered so
As I tremble and strain
My hair will sparkle once again
They came back after that troll
Went and puked on it as I went down the hall
Blood teeth and drool
Tried to wreak damage cruel
But it all was in vain
My hair did sparkle once again
Since I gave him that washing
The cold shoulder has Lalli given me
I hope it doesn’t last long
For though I should be so strong
I can’t help worry how it’s going to be
But soon we’ll be getting back
Sigrun and I with loads of books in our sacks
And no matter how
Dirty my hair gets now
My coiffure may complain
My hair will sparkle once again
My hair will sparkle once again
My hair will sparkle once again
Post by: corncobman on April 30, 2015, 11:47:29 PM
Holey Soaks
Sigrun and Emil continue to move on through.
Not as exciting as it was cracked up to be.
Onward they continue, the intrepid two.
One leaning on the other, with bended knee.
The cityscape is dank, overgrown, wet and vast
Through decrepit vehicles move in their commute
What will they do when they city they're past,
And will they finally find more books to loot?
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The Dark of the Matinée by Franz Ferdinand (with a few small changes)
You point your white finger
Past the streets under the top and bottom we both should not linger
Relax the mighty fool, climb the rise
And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes
Find me and follow me through city streets, and factories
Emil, you must follow, thieve these books all satisfactory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
Is mine
Yes it's mine
I time every journey to fall in water, accidentally
I fail you and tell you of the freaks I hate
All the beasts I hate
All the trolls I hate
All the fiends I hate
How I'll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
How I'd have a hunter life if I did the things you like
Find me and follow me through city streets, and factories
Emil, you must follow, thieve these books all satisfactory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
Is mine
Yes it's mine
So I'm on the damaged truck now, telling lady Sigrun how I made it
What I made is unclear now, but her deference is and her laughter is
My words and smile are so easy now
Yes, It's easy now
Yes, It's easy now
Find me and follow me through city streets, and factories
Emil, you must follow, thieve these books all satisfactory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
It's better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
Is mine
Yes it's mine
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 01, 2015, 02:09:51 AM
The rain falls as it ever has
And the ghosts of long ago stir
Up and down, back and forth they pass
Tracing out the routes that once were
But still the rain falls
The rain falls as it ever has
Once a street, now a river flood
Each former car a rusting mass
The tarmac gone, replaced by mud
But still the rain falls
The rain falls as it ever has
A silver screen waxing thick and waning
A kindly veil to hide the horrors lurking
A cold welcome to visitors wand’ring
But still the rain falls
The rain falls as it ever has
On storied Copenhagen Town
A town of lore, site of dramas
The precious jew’l of Danish Crown
But still the rain falls
The rain falls as it ever has
And no Man
Nor Beast
Nor Troll
Nor mighty Giant
Can make it stop
But still
The rain
Falls
Post by: Brandenfascher on May 01, 2015, 12:50:11 PM
---------------------------------
Sweet corrosion
Sweet corrosion
Talk about rust and nobody cares
Wearing out metal and rotting out wares
You're pulling me up, but I gotta make it clear
I can say, Sigrun, it has been 90 years
Some old sheep-doggie with a face like a squid
Had to get up and come, so I got up and hid
Well, I got bad news: we're now in the fire
'Cause the sheepdog beasty, we set off it's ire
Sweet corrosion
Sweet corrosion
We strolled through the town, through a hole-ey car
And as you can see, the climb is just a little too far
You're seein' other things, but your vision lied
I can't catch up 'cause my energy died
Yes it did
Standin' up now just shaking off dust
You get me inside of this big shell of rust
I talk about something and you don't understand
Been a month on the road and it's about all I
Can stand
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 01, 2015, 09:45:55 PM
The world is Silent
Where engines whirred
And music rang out
Whence called the birds
And sometimes drunk louts
A thousand thousand diff’rent noises
In Babel mixed their varied voices
All is still
All is Silent
A winter storm
A pounding, cold rain
Returns a form
Of sounding again
Harsh Nature mocking urban quiet
And nothing rises to defy it
All is still
All is Silent
A cenotaph
An ossuary
Sans epitaph
Or ‘bituary
For no one lives to mourn her
And nothing is forlorner
All is still
All is Silent
Post by: corncobman on May 01, 2015, 10:31:58 PM
Monday's Page (based on Monday's Child)
Monday's page is cat in the tub,
Tuesday's page Emil gets snubbed,
Wednesday's page has awkward scenes,
Thursday's page Turri closed off the screen,
Friday's page is a cliffhanger print,
Saturday's page is all non-existent,
But then also there is no page on Sunday
So you will have to wait for Monday.
Post by: slim kittens on May 03, 2015, 08:59:07 PM
Another troll song........because it's all about the trolls, isn't it?
Courtesy of "South Pacific" />
37
37 is the troll I love
37 is the troll I love
37 is the troll I love
Now ain't that too damn bad!
37's got those googly eyes
37's got those googly eyes
37's got those googly eyes
Now ain't that too damn bad!
37's chewin' looters' guts
He is always chewin' looters guts
Om nom nom nom nom nom
munch munch munch
Now ain't that too damn bad!
37's always watchin' you
37's always watchin' you
37 does what vaette do
Now ain't that too damn bad!
Now ain't that too damn bad!
"nOt BaD. yOu gEt To LiVe a LiTTle wHiLe lOnGeR."
That 37! What a joker!
Post by: corncobman on May 03, 2015, 11:15:53 PM
Glass Chin.
Sigrun holds aloft their plan of attack.
Emil lagging behind, weary in the rain.
Over his shoulder, nervously looks back,
While the fearless leader forges on again.
Still Emil's hair retains its shape in the wet.
That must have been some strong hairspray he has.
No matter how much abuse his follicles get,
It keeps its volume, sparkles and pizzazz!
On the horizon a building, their goal.
Faced with locked doors, panels of glass.
Sigrun says "Move aside, I'll punch a hole".
Emil heeds not, he barges and falls on his...face.
----------------------------------------------------
You're flopping in the rain
Just flopping in the rain
What a familiar feelin'
You're failing again
I facepalm at clouds
So dark in the sky
The doom's in my heart
And I'm ready to sigh
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've got frowns on my face
I walk down the lane
With a need to retrain
Just floppin',
Floppin' in the rain
Fallin' in the rain
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
I facepalm again!
You're floppin' and fallin' in the rain!
You're floppin' and fallin' in the rain...
Why am I shouting
At disaster you bring?
Why do you Emil
Just break all the things?
Didn't you listen?
You leant on the glass
Now the door's broken
When you fell on your ass
Why does each new task
You blunder to do?
Because I am shouting
Loud because of you.
Post by: Richard Weir on May 04, 2015, 10:33:53 AM
Chilly, Danish rain,
Damp Emil leans on the door.
What gives?! The glass does!
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on May 04, 2015, 05:38:53 PM
Walking on Broken Glass by Annie Lennox
Falling through falling through breaking glass
Falling through falling through breaking glass
You are the clumsiest boy that I ever knew
But I don't care for apologies if results are cool
I will be drilling you
For Viability
Won´t you pick the pieces up
'Cause I think you will be lying on broken glass
falling through falling through breaking glass
Lying on lying on broken glass
The rain's still falling out of the grey sky
But it don't mean nothing to me
O-o-oh let the rain come down
Let the wind blow through me
We're going in an empty house
And you got the door smashed
And I cheer you for making an entrance
You just are now lying on broken glass
Lying on lying on broken glass
So you should try not to cut you down
I know that you might bleed
'Cause if you're trying to stand right up
Don't know if you'll succeed
And if you don't want to hurt
There're splinters left to fear
When you don't want to hurt
Stand up real slowly dear
Now everyone of us was made to suffer
Everyone of us is made to bleed
I hope the glass has not cut deep
So stand up from the wreckage
Brush out the last glass
Stand up straight and go ahead
You go and keep on walking
walking on broken glass
You go and keep on walking
walking on broken glass
You go and keep on walking
walking on walking on broken glass
Post by: KicknRun on May 04, 2015, 09:14:57 PM
Hope you guys like it!
(This was the version that came out the best. I don't have anything better to record with than my brothers gaming headset.)
Post by: corncobman on May 05, 2015, 12:29:22 AM
Sucker Punch
Emil flailing on the broken door in pain,
While Sigrun surveys the building around,
Sigrun asks him what he knows in his brain,
And he gestures still on the wet ground.
He picks himself up back onto his feet,
Asking about nearby beasties and trolls,
There's nothing around that would want to eat,
According to Sigrun, as the Swede she consoles.
There's no danger at all in that building of theirs,
There are no nests or trolls, it's safe to say.
"This building is complete crap" she declares,
In her matter-of-fact kind of way.
She, with her fist, punches a hole in the wall.
Pointing with a smug sort of look on her face.
Let's hope that doesn't cause the support to fall
And that she doesn't bring down the whole place.
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School's Crap (based on School's Out by Alice Cooper)
Well we got no choice
For that Swedish boy
Makin' all that noise
'Cause we found new toys
Well we can't salute ya
Can't find a book
If that don't suit ya
We'll take a look
School's crap for summer
School's crap forever
School's been blown to pieces
Cratered floors
Broken glass
No more teaching in the class
Well we got no trolls
And we got nothing to fear
And we got no more danger
We will smash and grab those books out of here
Wall's crap for summer
Wall's crap forever
Wall's been punched to pieces
Rotting doorframes
Cardboard walls
No more structure in the halls
Out for summer
Out till fall
We might not go back at all
School's crap forever
School's crap for summer
School's crap with rotting
School's crap completely
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on May 05, 2015, 02:22:40 PM
Based on "Only fools rush in" by Elvis Presley, another one with "special" hair...
Wise trolls say oNly FoOLs rUsH iN
But I can't help falling through doors for you
Should I care? Would it be of use?
If I can't help falling through doors for you
And then Sigrun says "pretty boy" to me
Asking where I think good stuff is meant to be
I don't care if here is a thing
Cause I can't help fearing for trolls nearing
Sigrun reassures me that here won't be
Trolls to encounter because this house is crap
And she shows the weakness of the wall
By punching it getting a huge new hole.
And I can't help marvel at Sigrun's poise.
Post by: Richard Weir on May 05, 2015, 03:07:55 PM
Shelter'd from cold rain,
Sigrun shvumps a crap wall and...
pulls out a kitten?
Post by: corncobman on May 05, 2015, 10:55:43 PM
(with a few small changes)
Hello my baby
Hello my honey
Hello my fearsome gal
Send me a punch through walls
Hearing the catlike calls
You can just grill me
Then you can kill me
Then you'll be left alone
Oh baby, telephone
Tell them the building's blown
Hello, my baby
Hello, my honey
Hello, my fighting gal
Send me a bomb by wire
Baby, my head's on fire
You can just grill me
Then you can kill me
Then you'll be left alone
Oh baby, telephone
Tell them the building's blown
Post by: corncobman on May 06, 2015, 02:24:16 AM
Books Up, Books Down (based on Look Up, Look Down by America)
Books up, books down
Gotta find me a wall to punch my fist in and pound
Books up, books down
Gettin' tired of that Emil flailin' around
Everybody says give him a second chance
But that'll be the seventy-second time in advance
Books up, books down
Emil's fails still astound
Books up, books down
Watch the whole wide world spinnin' around
Books up, books down
Gotta stop that Emil panicking now
Everybody says give him a second chance
But that'll be the seventy-second time in advance
Books up, books down
Crayons land on his crown
Books up, books down
Bones of a dead hamster skeleton corpse that we found
Books up, books down
Get these books to fill this bag put on the ground
Get these books to fill the bag put on the ground
Get these books to fill the bag put on the ground
Grab the bag and carry the books out from this ground
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Untitled
Sigrun retrieves her punching arm from the wall,
She'll probably need it again before too long.
Emil gets stuck on the head by the plaster that falls.
He can't have a hair out of place, that would be wrong.
This place is too cold for any troll to survive.
The walls are too flimsy in this dingy and dark place.
A troll nest would freeze too solid in there to thrive.
But if you see a beast here, shoot it in the face.
Emil reaches up to the cupboard but confound,
A suprise crayon trap it was he had sprung.
For the plastic wrapped books that she found,
Sigrun then brings out her stabilising tongue.
She spots a dead creature that's nothing but bones
Emil beside with a piteous sort of look.
Attention is then drawn to this one book that's shown.
What is the subject matter of this mystery book?
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on May 06, 2015, 04:07:10 PM
A little drinking song for our drinking game...
Drinking game song (Comments SSSS)
based on
Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar) by Bertold Brecht, music Kurt Weill
Well, show me the way
To the next drinking game
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next drinking game
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we can find
The next trigger here
I tell you we must drink
I tell you we must drink
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must drink
Oh, when you mourn the hamster
We drink a toast to you
The little sad class-hamster
And must have drinks all, oh, this is so true
Oh, is this just a book there
We drink a toast to you
Why DVD? We´ll point to
and take a drink all, oh you will too
Well, show me the way
to the gender mistakes
Oh, don't ask why
Thirsty, that's why
Show me the way
to the next Sigrun punch
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next drinking rule
I tell you we will wail
I tell you we will sulk
I tell, you, I tell you
I tell you we will cry
Oh, faithful comment-writers
I'm really full right now
I raise my glass to you though
And I will drink now, oh, you know why
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:09:18 AM
Pg 312, in response to corncobman's "Hello, My Baby" filk
"The Building Is Blown"
from "The Michigan Rag"
by C. Jones
Go on tell them that the building is blown
Come on tell them that the building is blown
Burn it down
Or blow
It up
Just pick
All the kittens up
Roast, Toast, *Host* the building up
Smoke, *choke*, broke the building up
Go, throw, blow the building again
Blow it again!
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:11:16 AM
--
Ruby
Let us remember
this day as Haiku Day, for
obvious reasons.
Ruby -> Sunflower
Today's page will be
up in a couple of ho'rs.
Go to sleep or do
Something else for an
hour and all will be well
Again, says Minna.
See, even Minna speaks in Haiku!
LooNEY_DAC -> Ruby
"Even Minna speaks in haiku"
Ah, but Minna speaks in runo!
Dashing hopes for early updates
Hear the melancholy wailing
Lamentations full of anguish
...
Something something something something
Watermelons with green gravy
...
La di da di dum
La di da di dum
What's the name of that song?
...
Heffalumps and Woozles
…
Disqus eating posts is annoying.
AmityM -> LooNEY_DAC
"Watermelons with green gravy"
You have me laughing in hysterics.
Sunflower -> AmityM
"Had me laughing in hysterics"
Said the hapless Disqus reader.
Runo meter is addictive
And keeps going on forever.
...
Heffalumps and Woozles playing.
AmityM -> Sunflower
It gets you with its rhythm,
And it makes you really wonder
If, before we all had language
In the age of ice and darkness
On the surface of the glaciers,
There once first felt the pattern
In the stirring of her bloodstream
Some ancient human forebear
Who, feeling it pulse through her
And incline her feet to tapping,
Became disposed to singing
And then the syllables of speech
I hope you will forgive me
For my ragged improv verses
It's now late and I should slumber
But my work is never-ending
Or at least it sometimes seem so
In the cool Pacific night time
Of my home in California
By the dark and jewel-bound bay
Lo, twas brillig and the slithey
Toves did gyre and gimbal
And so outgrabed were all the
Mimsey borogroves
Beware this Jabberwocky
For its meter will not fit here
Though I try and try to force it
None of you are fooled.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:11:49 AM
--
Sadoka Ytrap
Hats off to you all!
I would stay awake longer,
But Haiku's scare me.
Good Night!
Luth Nightbreeze -> Sadoka Ytrap
Well, I have school tomorrow, so I should get some sleep, but as a friend once said "Sleep is for the weak!" Time to watch anime whilst I wait... Goodbye fellow Minnions.
Ruby -> Luth Nightbreeze
Me too.... lack of sleep
hurts on AP tests tomorrow.
But I shall persist!
Sunflower -> Ruby
Good luck! Knock 'em dead! (....er, so to speak. I think people learn quickly not to say that to Sigrun...)
Ruby -> Sunflower
Thank you, Sunflower!
Though I am a senior and
Caring much is hard. ;)
Auleliel -> Ruby
Good luck to Ruby!
AP tests are challenging,
but you can do it!
Auleliel -> Luth Nightbreeze
Good night and sleep well!
The next update awaits you
when next you awake.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:12:21 AM
--
Luth Nightbreeze -> Auleliel
AHHH! THE HAIKUS! Forget the rash disease, soon everybody will be speaking in haiku.
Rash is forgotten
Haiku is come to the fans
We like poetry.
Auleliel -> Luth Nightbreeze
I'm terribly sorry.
I did not intend
to cause you such worry
or pain, my dear friend.
If haikus are so painful
I will surely desist.
To hurt you is not gainful.
I shall try to resist.
Maija -> Sadoka Ytrap
Good morning! I just woke up.
Ruby -> Maija
The sun has risen!
The day dawns bright on Minnions,
waiting for updates.
Huntra -> Ruby
The sun is setting,
The night darkens on Minnions,
and the cats will purr.
Auleliel -> Huntra
'Tis mid-afternoon
Mayhaps I shall wait it out
at the cinema.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:12:53 AM
--
Ruby -> Ruby
(someone please help me,
my tongue is trapped, I can type
only in these haikus.)
LooNEY_DAC -> Ruby
She needs our help
She needs our care
She's writing haiku
Ev'rywhere
Haiku do have her
Under their spell
But shortly all will
Soon be well
AmityM -> Ruby
In terms of writing,
It's not how much but how good.
Cherry blossoms fall.
Auleliel -> Ruby
There once was a Minnion online
Who had trouble when trying to rhyme
She sent out a plea
for some help, you see
and now she does haiku all the time...
Ruby -> Auleliel
This Minnion loved rhyming and meter
And these haikus, she knew, would beat her
So she struggled against it,
Found new forms to test out,
And lo! The limerick was sweeter.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:14:23 AM
--
AmityM -> Ruby
Now bravely comes the Minnion
Like a hero of the ancients
As she contemplates the testing
Of her advancéd placement
In trochaic tetrameter
Like it was the Kalevala
Or that poem by Longfellow
On the shores of Gitchee Goomee
Sleep now soundly, Ruby,
And go boldy forth tomorrow
Let the red of dawn awake you
And fear no testing service
For your future is unwritten
It is more than lead-filled bubbles
You will master this next challenge
And proceed into the day.
Ruby -> AmityM
Eee! Thanks so much, Amity! I'm sure it'll go well, I feel very prepared. :)
Ruby -> Sadoka Ytrap
Another Minnion
tumbles tired off to bed.
Sleep well, Sadoka.
Adrai -> Ruby
Alas, internet
Dies for me all too early
And I leave as well.
Ruby -> Adrai
Ode to Sigrun's Fist
It is strong
it does no wrong
It punches hard
DIE WALL DIE!
LooNEY_DAC -> Dest
A ghostly voice speaks:
"Check the Fan-Forum, O Dest!
Check the Fan-Forum!"
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:14:51 AM
--
LooNEY_DAC
The SSSS Addict's Haiku:
I hear the F5s
All pressing in their thousands
Where is the update?
Minna's Response:
The update will come
I have it almost ready
So don't you worry
Maeve Robinson -> LooNEY_DAC
How I curse you,
Stupid misleading refresh!
Um............
I can't make it work.
Maeve Robinson -> Maeve Robinson
I am constantly
Upvoting my friends Haiku(s?).
Must keep scrolling through.
LooNEY_DAC -> Maeve Robinson
If you hit it right
The problem might just vanish
Or perhaps it won't
Ruby -> Maeve Robinson
Excuse me! Haiku police here! We demand you remove the offending syllable from above poem at ONCE, or else you will be punished by having to eat an entire jar of cookies! ;)
(just kidding, I loved it! ;) )
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:15:28 AM
--
Ruby -> Maeve Robinson
Excuse me! Haiku police here! We demand you remove the offending syllable from above poem at ONCE, or else you will be punished by having to eat an entire jar of cookies! ;)
(just kidding, I loved it! ;) )
Maeve Robinson -> Ruby
But clearly I can
Not count. I realized it worked
After posting it.
But it only sort
Of worked, my good friends and I
Still failed at rewrite.
Adrai -> Ruby
Can I mess it up
Just to gain possession of
the
said jar of cookies?
LooNEY_DAC -> Adrai
In the Silent World
The cookie dough may eat you
OM NOM NOM NOM NOM
Ruby -> LooNEY_DAC
oH dEaR! tHe CoOkIeS
HaVe TaKeN oN A LiFe Of
tHeIr OwN. RUN AwWaAAaaaaAAAyyY! *munch*
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:16:06 AM
--
corncobman -> LooNEY_DAC
"Before the update I submit,
With your impatient views,
And I will delay it,
Just to spite all of you!
Wait a little bit longer
I'll not update yet, nah
Your impatience grows stronger
Muahahahahahahahah"
Auleliel -> corncobman
Minna's not that mean.
She wouldn't do that, would she?
Or...maybe she would...
corncobman -> Auleliel
She's probably sleeping.
Patience all you lot.
In her head dreaming
Unpleasant story plots.
LooNEY_DAC -> corncobman
In the Minna-verse
Unpleasant is fantastic
So dream on, Minna
Auleliel -> corncobman
I don't F5 yet,
Probably is too early.
Poetry is fun.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:16:39 AM
--
Unwary -> Auleliel
I had many choices
Many thoughts needing voices...
Simply, I agree.
Ruby -> Unwary
Alas I seek some
poetry to help distract
me until update.
Adrai -> LooNEY_DAC
Standing still in awe
Of Looney's mad poetry
Then hit the F 5.
Auleliel -> Adrai
It is rather good.
Looney is quite talented.
We F5 in vain?
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:17:09 AM
--
corncobman -> Auleliel
Why do we haiku?
F5 for something anew
Stuck to screens like glue
Auleliel -> corncobman
Haiku is Most Best,
And so are Minna's comics.
We can't *not* F5...
LooNEY_DAC -> Auleliel
We are the addicts
Jonesing for our update now
And we F5 on
Auleliel -> LooNEY_DAC
I only came on
To check the cinema times...
And ended up here....
corncobman -> Auleliel
F5 eagerness
Getting impatience and stress
Hope for plot progress
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:18:21 AM
--
Adrai -> Auleliel
I've been here all day
Lurking and looking out for
The most best comments.
LooNEY_DAC -> Adrai
None of us can leave
The promise of an update
It holds us fast here
Adrai -> LooNEY_DAC
The exit ran off
Or was it merely a sign
Held by a small troll?
Auleliel -> Adrai
Did you find any?
Or was your search all in vain?
(I woke up just now.)
Adrai -> Auleliel
There have been many
Such wonderful thought process!
I could not name them.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:18:53 AM
--
Auleliel -> Adrai
I'm glad to hear it.
I was in the earlier
Discussions, then slept.
Adrai -> Auleliel
It seems you're lucky
To have an update first thing
What a good wake up!
Auleliel -> Adrai
It's only first thing
Because I always sleep in...
But, yes, it is good!
corncobman -> Auleliel
As Minna still dreams
We've all got too much time it seems
Posting to extremes
Auleliel -> corncobman
We post and we wait, Minna dreams.
What will happen next to the team?
We impatiently wait
For the comic update...
Will it cause our dear Cleanser to scream?
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:19:27 AM
--
LooNEY_DAC -> Auleliel
It cannot be too long from now,
So don't let us all have a cow
The next page will be
A stunner, you'll see
So, Minna, come and take your bow!
corncobman -> Auleliel
Changing to Limericks now? Bless!
What'll happen is anyone's guess
In the meantime
We continue to rhyme
And create in Disqus a huge mess...
Adrai -> corncobman
Perhaps it is best
If we stand still, stay silent
If only for now
corncobman -> Adrai
It's probably best
As our patience we all test
Should give it a rest
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:19:56 AM
--
Absolutely No One -> Adrai
I'm hitting F5
And waiting for the update
Refrigerator
LooNEY_DAC -> Absolutely No One
Refrigerator
It cannot lure me away
Not even pizza
corncobman -> LooNEY_DAC
Making me hungry
All this talk of food you see
I'll go get some tea
Shihchuan -> Absolutely No One
Now that was random
But I can't do much better
So still I applaud
Absolutely No One -> Shihchuan
Thank you, thank you all
And so I perform a bow
To such a great crowd
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 07, 2015, 12:21:53 AM
--
corncobman -> Shihchuan
Randomly posting
Any old nonsense to read
Ham and cheese sandwich
kurukami -> corncobman
Haiku, sadly, is
a dying artform, because
there's too few damn words.
Ruby -> kurukami
I search for a new
form to comment in: sonnet,
villanelle, ballad?
Róisín -> Ruby
Villanelle, yes please!
A form I greatly admire
Now rain falls outside.
…And so did Haiku Day end.
Post by: corncobman on May 07, 2015, 02:21:05 AM
Discuss Disc, Us
Check out what captain Sigrun has found.
Her disc makes a daring bid for escape,
Bouncing and landing in a puddle on the ground.
While puzzled captain stands and watches, agape.
Emil with your fancy school education,
Show the boss lady how smart you are!
Incorrect in his object identification,
Oh Emil, he's so near, yet so far...
--------------------------------------------
Escape by Journey (with a few small changes)
I'm just a small disc out of school
Livin' my world like I want to
They're takin' books
But they don't understand
Turn plastic into a garbage can
They won't take me
They won't break me
No one could tell me what to do
Had to learn everything the hard way
I'm on the floor
Breakin' all the rules
I'm tellin' you that I'm nobody's fool
They won't take me
They won't break me
Now I'm leavin'
Gettin' out from this masquerade
Oh gotta go
I'm finally out in the clear and I'm free
I've got dreams I'm livin' for
I'm movin' on where they'll never find me
Rollin' on to anywhere
I'll break away, yes I'm on my way
Leavin' today, yes I'm on my way
Just when you think you had it all figured out
Stayin' sealed in this broken school
I'm escaping, I'm a DVD disc
I'm no gramophone, fool
Oh I'm okay, I'm alright
Feelin' good out on my own
I'll break away, I'll break away tonight
I've got dreams I'm livin' for
I'll break away
Yes, I'm on my way
I'm leaving', leavin' today
Yes, I'm on my way
This is my escape
Yes, I'm on my way
I'll break away
Yes, I'm on my way
Post by: corncobman on May 08, 2015, 03:07:36 AM
Deery Me.
Emil shows off his gramophone mastery,
Even though well wide of the mark, is he.
If it were true, perhaps Sigrun would read these.
Oh, who is she fooling, hell would first freeze.
But wait, do you hear that sound right outside?
Nope! is the answer from Sigrun, preoccupied
Emil asked the question real quiet, he's not prepared.
Looks like a deer caught in the headlights in there.
--------------------------------------------------
Deer Diary (based on Dear Diary by the Moody Blues)
Deer diary, what a day it's been.
Deer diary, now I have just been seen.
Woke up late. Wasn't where I should have been.
For goodness sake what's with this horror scene.
Tread lightly, yours truly, deer diary.
It was wet around my field.
I had to find shelter concealed.
Rushing around so carelessly.
Didn't notice there's creatures like me.
Jump lightly, yours truly, deer diary.
I don't know what they're saying.
There's no way of knowing what they're playing.
Still I hope not for long they'll be staying.
Beside me, yours truly, deer diary.
It's over. Will tomorrow be the same?
I know that they're really not to blame.
If they wern't so deaf then surely they'd hear.
There's a much better way for me, a deer.
Suprised me, yours truly, deer diary.
Somebody will explode a fire-bomb today.
But I hope I can run away.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 09, 2015, 12:56:19 AM
IN MEMORIAM BEN E. KING
“There is a Fawn in Danish Kastrup”
from “Spanish Harlem” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7F2sJjoJP8 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7F2sJjoJP8)
by Ben E King & the Drifters
There is a fawn in Danish Kastrup
A cute fawn up in Danish Kastrup
It jumped into the room
Hope that won’t be its tomb
When normal updates on far-off Monday resume
I’m sure that we wll find out
But so far Emil knows
But there his rawness shows
As so far he didn’t cry out
There are some cats in Danish Kastrup
A few cats up in Danish Kastrup
A schoolhouse is their home
They’re still too young to roam
Their mother brought them out of doom to where the tomes
And DVDs are waiting
She didn’t know the books
Would draw humans to look
After wading
(Musical Interlude)
She didn’t know the books
Would draw humans to look
After wading
La la la, la la la, la la la la
(There is a fawn in Danish Kastrup)
La la la, la la la, la la la la
(And there are cats in Danish Kastrup)
Post by: corncobman on May 10, 2015, 10:41:43 PM
This Beast is not a Beast
To shoot the deer that's frozen like stone.
Emil stared and reached for his gun,
Only stopped by the hand of Sigrun,
Whilst masterfully balancing those gramophones.
She assures him that it's not a beast,
"You can always tell from the eyes."
Has this healthy animal met its demise?
They could use the meat from it for a feast.
Sigrun however is loathe to shoot the poor deer.
Her priority is securing the valuable books.
The animal jumping about with anxious looks.
It's safe for now, they'd probably still eat Reynir...
-------------------------------------------------
Little Beast by Elbow (with a few small changes)
This beast entered through a hole
Like a something with no soul
Slide in shadow, feeling dread
Can't move, legs of lead
Scared reactions, startled beast
Follow her the unwelcome guest
The deer's a beast to me at least
Think that shooting it is best
Fear is not respect, correct
But it's the best you're gonna get
Quick shoot the deer that's froze
Meat feast here anything goes
Fear is not respect, correct
But it's the best you're gonna get
Quick shoot the deer that's froze
Meat feast here anything goes
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 10, 2015, 11:06:03 PM
“Deer Encounter”
from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjSpO2B6G4s (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjSpO2B6G4s) “For What It’s Worth”
by Buffalo Springfield
We’re looting books in the clear
Not supposed to be grosslings near
Chilly rain pouring through the air
But I think I heard something there
So I asked Sigrun,
“Hey, can you hear that sound?
Danger’s ev’rywhere in Kastrup Town.”
Then out of nowhere a fawn
(Maybe it lived in this place all along?)
Jumped through a window, this hind
Looking just so scared that it blew my mind
Asked Sigrun,
“Can you hear that sound?
Danger’s ev’rywhere in Kastrup Town.”
What a weird way that we meet
The non-Rashed fauna that’s so fleet
If I could, I’d plant me some mines
But that way, it’d ruin the hide
Asked Sigrun,
“Can you hear that sound?
Danger’s ev’rywhere in Kastrup Town.”
What we sow we shall reap
These old world books in a heap
This has been a really good raid
But now with this fawn
Its advent might ruin our day
Asked Sigrun,
“Can you hear that sound?
Danger’s ev’rywhere in Kastrup Town.”
“Can you hear that sound?
Danger’s ev’rywhere in Kastrup Town.”
“Can you hear that sound?
Danger’s ev’rywhere in Kastrup Town.”
“Can you hear that sound?
Danger’s ev’rywhere in Kastrup Town.”
Post by: Amity on May 11, 2015, 05:47:52 PM
come the Rushelings in their numbers,
from their comic seawise distant
near the swamps of Pensacola.
(Or at least it's somewhat near there
by comparison with Sweden
or the silent land of Denmark
where our heroes sojourn now.)
In America its action
such as you might wish to call it
takes them into complex issues
of surprising deep dimension
and a feministic subtext
that is more than just a show.
True, these new friends shuffle shotguns,
which is not the safest practice,
so we ask them all to do it
far away from us, outside.
But they all seem very friendly
and we don't mind their ambition
for we also love our comic
and we know how that can be.
Post by: corncobman on May 11, 2015, 10:16:28 PM
Doe! Opportunity Gone
The singular deer revealed to be not alone.
A whole herd running through, its deer family.
Smug then suprised as they run through the zone,
Emil's look of relief on his face plain to see.
As they watch them pass through one by one,
Smiles on their faces as nature takes its course.
Seemingly safe, not from any danger they run.
Only once the whole herd's gone, they have some remorse.
Sigrun realises too late that opportunity passed.
They could have had a great meal instead of fish canned.
It's not time for the books and discs they've amassed.
Loot time is later, for right now it's dream land...
--------------------------------------------------------
Until We Meat Again (based on Until We Meet Again by Diana Ross)
Who would have ever thought
The day could ever come
When we would see
A place like this fall into pieces
And it hurts me to know we realised
We'll only have tuna supplies
And now there's no time left to pretend
It's just that we were suprised
But you could have been meat pies
Until we meat again
Now we had to let you go
There's no way we could be friends
But you were just running doe
Until we meat again
Why while my aim was strong
I still couldn't take it
Did time have to take our minds in different directions
And it hurts cause there's no way for me to shoot you
We're so far apart
Why did we get such a brain fart
And now there's no time left to pretend
It's just that we were suprised
But you could have been meat pies
Until we meat again
Now we had to let you go
There's no way we could be friends
But you were just running doe
Until we meat again
Deep in my heart I hope
We'll see you again well we don't know
Where or when.. but till then
And now there's no time left to pretend
It's just that we were suprised
But you could have been meat pies
Until we meat again
Now we had to let you go
There's no way we could be friends
But you were just running doe
Until we meat again
And now there's no time left to pretend
It's just that we were suprised
But you could have been meat pies
Until we meat again
Now we had to let you go
There's no way we could be friends
But you were just running doe
Until we meat again
And now there's no time left to pretend
It's just that we were suprised
But you could have been meat pies
Until we meat again
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 12, 2015, 12:11:22 AM
“Classroom Deer”
from “The Sweetheart Tree” www.youtube.com/watch?v=cC65GEJpJQw (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cC65GEJpJQw)
by J. Mercer & H. Mancini
So now
There’s a deer
In the classroom
A deer
That is likely
Immune
Sigrun didn’t hear
The approaching deer
But she grabbed
Emil’s slung
Carbine
She said,
“It’s a deer,
Not a beast, kid.
The eyes
Are a sure-fire sign.”
So Emil relaxed
His nerves a bit taxed
And the deer
Was a foe
Nevermore
Post by: Amity on May 12, 2015, 03:46:34 PM
like a Finnish epic poem
that you had to learn to translate
line for line in some old classroom.
Strong and steadfast was our voting,
but our turnout was like arrows
shading heroes as they waited
for the chance to turn the tables.
Voting that much takes devotion;
so does giving so much money
to a cause we all believe in,
so good game, congratulations,
now we all dine in Valhalla,
or the best approximation,
Though there’s one thing more to say:
Rushe can fundraise like some robot
sent back from a future timeline
with a plan to murder all the
Sarah Conners he can find.
He won’t give up; he knows no mercy.
Now we know that he’s not joking
when he stands there in his sunshades
saying only, “I’ll be back.”
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on May 12, 2015, 05:11:03 PM
Based on "Trink trink Brüderlein trink" by Tom Angelripper
Drink, drink, minnions drink,
just let your troubles at home,
drink, drink, minnions drink,
vote, too, before you lie down,
Read all the deer puns and talk about food,
Just choose wisely what you will drink,
Else we might fret if we took it too far
or if we still stay on the brink!
Post by: corncobman on May 13, 2015, 02:52:48 AM
Water Calamity
Starry skies pull back to reveal a red braid.
Reynir stirs to a sense of confusion
Where in the dreamworld has the Icelanic strayed?
Is this the real life or merely illusion?
Sitting up on his iceberg moored boat,
Wondering where it is he is placed.
Wearing a never worn before fur coat.
In this isolated and icy dark waste.
The boat has a line and lantern, significant?
A couple of oars and lined sheets and mats,
A strange sort of place he's been transplant.
Will he encounter the staring man-cat?
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Oh Water Beautiful Morning (based on Oh What a Beautiful Morning by Rodgers and Hammerstein)
There's a dark starry haze on the water,
There's a dark starry haze on the water,
The icebergs are strange in this Icelander's eye,
An' they look like they're climbin' clear up to the sky.
Oh water beautiful morning,
Oh water beautiful day,
I've got a terrible feeling,
Nothing is going my way.
Oh water beautiful morning,
Oh water beautiful day,
I've got a terrible feeling,
Nothing is going my way.
I'm just sitting and staring in this boat,
On this endless pool drifting me afloat,
I'm turning my head as I see my boat light.
But the icy black landscape's confusing my sight.
Oh water beautiful morning,
Oh water beautiful day,
I've got a terrible feeling,
Nothing is going my way.
I've woken with confusion on my face,
In this remote, strange and desolate place,
Stars, ice and dark water my eyes only see,
And just in this boat only my red braid and me.
Post by: Sunflower on May 13, 2015, 03:58:19 AM
Posted with kind permission of awlwren, who says:
Quote
I was going to quote from Tolkien's Song of Earendil, but wasn't getting the images I wanted in large enough chunks for the rhymes to be preserved, so I just started over with my own. "Inspired by," Hollywood style.
Reynir was a mariner
Who drifted between worlds asleep
In ancient boat 'neath jewellèd skies
Reflected clear in rivers deep.
His braid behind him trailing through
The sea of stars and blazing on
As comets leave a fiery trail
Of flaming shadows as they run.
But calmer is his journey's course
And sleeps he still within his boat
Content on white and downy furs
No race to run, but merely float.
Until a worn and ancient stone
As pale and lovely as the moon
Arrests his journey and his sleep
And stays him from untimely doom.
Awake at last, he lifts his head
And wonders where and how and why
The river is and he is here
But silent skies make no reply.
Post by: Sunflower on May 13, 2015, 05:39:41 AM
(For reference, Pete Seeger's version)
It all started on p. 318, with Reynir in a boat (http://www.sssscomic.com/comic.php?page=318#comment-2021729041):
Ceceoh
He'll row the boat ashore. Hallelujah.
A bunch of us chimed in, and ended up with this:
Reynir, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah!
Reynir, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah.
Tuuri, help to trim the sail, Hallelujah. (etc.)
Sigrun cast the rope ashore, Hallelujah! (etc.)
Mr. Mikkel's deep and wide, Hallelujah.
Carrots and tuna on the other side. Hallelujah
Mageworld river is chilly and cold, Hallelujah!
Won't hurt the body but can kill the soul. Hallelujah.
Mageworld river is deep and wide, Hallelujah!
Mages' chatroom on the other side, Hallelujah.
Credits: Kathy Megar-Kestner, Ceceoh, your humble servant.
Post by: KMK on May 13, 2015, 04:24:50 PM
Biting the starry sky.
Drowned rope streamers
Tugged over the edge
To dance in the swirl of the fall.
Ice floats silently by
Surrenders to the void.
Post by: corncobman on May 14, 2015, 01:20:44 AM
Splish Splash by Bobby Darin (with a few small changes)
Splish, splash
It was takin' a bath
Long about a reverie night... yeah!
Rub-a-dub
Just relaxin' in the tub
Thinkin' everything was all right.
Well... I stretched out my legs
Put my feet on the ship
I wrapped the braid around me
And it started to drip.
And... then-a... splish, splash
There's a thing from the rash
Well... how was I to know
There was a nightmare going on.
It was a splishin' and a splashin'
Reelin' with the paws in
Huffin' and a puffin'
Decayin' and a rottin'... yeah!
Bing, bang
With the horrible fangs
Dancin' on my dreamin night boat... yeah...
Flip flop
I was tryin' to stop
All the teeth had my wits at my end.
There was boney dog with-a furry coat
All soggy, bad doggy was-a hardly there, too!
A-well-a.... splish, splash
I just wanted to dash
I just wanted to wake, I was scared... yea!
It was a trollin' and a rollin'
Reelin' with the paws in
Huffin' and a puffin'
Decayin' and a rottin'... yeah!
Yes... it was a splishin' and a splashin'
It was a trollin' and a rollin'
Yeah... It was a huffin' and a puffin' ... boo!
We was a reelin' with the feelin'... wa!
We was a trollin' and a rollin'
Huffin' and a puffin'
Splish, splash... yeah!
It was a splishin' and a splashin'... one time...
It was a splishin' and a splashin'... boo-hoo!
It was a moultin' and revoltin'...
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Dark Beast
It is revealed
He does dream after all!
Keep your eyes peeled
Endless waterfall
Vast dark space
You feel really small
This faraway place
Hope that he can recall
Maybe if he tries
He can do something more
Than in the boat lie
Bereft of wood oars
That look in his eyes
What's waiting in store?
Maybe he can surprise
As the dark water pours
What's that? "Splish spla-",
What's that sound?
Uh, "Hrf nh unh"
Nightmare beast-hound
Dog gone astray
Has it been drowned?
Just keep it away
Don't wanna turn around
Post by: corncobman on May 15, 2015, 03:10:26 AM
Run! Dream's no Fun
All alone in this place remote
Reynir nearly jumps out of his hair
The skull-dog climbs in the boat,
It's a beast creature! Beware!
Leave! Before it grabs your throat
This vessel, don't want to share!
Seeing above the water he floats
"Wondering what on earth?" as he stares
Dreams aren't all safe, better take note
Just escape on a wing and a prayer
Bony and matted, like a shaggy old goat
Just fur and bones, senses impaired?
Out the beast lets a rather unhappy note
As he legs it real quick right out of there
No time to stay, hang on to your coat
Sprint quickly now, no time to spare
Have no fighting skills, it can't be smote
"Dreaming is terrible!" Reynir declares
After he screamed out at the top of his throat
In this case, you're not wrong, braidy-hair!
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Run, Run, Run by the Who (with a few small changes)
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Well braidy, better take my advice
A pale beast crossed your path twice
Then you jumped out into the pool
At least you are not lingering like a fool
[chorus:]
You better run, run, run
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Well you ain't the luckiest guy I know
And you don't know at the moment which way to go
Your boat's infested with a beast dog attack
Now just keep on running on and don't look back
([chorus])
When you let that dreaming begin
Never thought what a mess it'd get you in
Little dog, little dog, demon pup
Because you stopped to let it up
([chorus])
Well now, Reynir, no helping you
I hope you believe that dreams come true
Whenever you run, it'll be running too
Whenever you run, it'll be following you
([chorus])
Run, run, run
Post by: slim kittens on May 15, 2015, 09:19:07 PM
Courtesy of Harry Nilsson: />
C7 throughout
ANDERSEN SCHMANDERSEN
Trond had a problem, expedition's on the line
The admiral offered help but there wasn't time
So the general took the roster and he scannin' down the list
So the general took the roster and he scannin' down the list
So the general took the roster and he scannin' down the list
And the general found his target and he radioed the Tuna Fish
TROND:
Said, "Captain, there's a trip you have to make"
He said, "Captain, there's a detour you must take"
He said, "Captain, here's the trip that you must make"
He said, "Kastrup. And it's food you gotta take"
ASA:
Now lemme get this straight...
You sent a crew to the Silent World and screwed it all up
You sent a crew to the Silent World and screwed it all up
You sent a crew to the Silent World and screwed it all up
You botched the operation and you panicked, so you call me up
Say, "Captain, there's some aid you gotta take"
You say, "Captain, quarantine you gotta break"
You say, "Captain, there's some food you need to take"
"Age and booze has rot your brain, you think I fix your big mistake"
You and that admiral, you fix this mess together
You load a boat and paddle it and then you make it better
Or float it in a bottle then, I don't care what you do
But don't call me back because this conversation's through
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
TROND:
The general said, "I'm sorry but I'll have to drop a dime"
"You made a lot of money but you cannot do the time"
"I know the cargo carried and the guy you sold it to"
"And where the body's buried, so the choice is up to you"
ASA:
You stinkin' little weasel, you're a terrible old fool
You think you gonna blackmail me to do this deed for you?
You think you gonna blackmail me so you can make some money?
You think you gonna blackmail me you stupid mountain monkey?
TROND:
Take the food out to Kastrup and then you sail away
Take the food out to Kastrup or prepare for judgement day
Take the food out to Kastrup. That's all I'm gonna say
Take the food out to Kastrup, or I'll see you on vis'ting day
ASA:
You put your @#$%@ in your @#$%#$ $#@#, you misbegotten @#$%^#@#$$!
@#$!#% the horse you rode in on, and @#$%$# your mother!
@#$%#$ $#@# your countrymen, they all are just like you!
@#$%#$ $#@# your partners, and your little doggie too!
I'll take your food out to Kastrup and I hope your crewmen choke!
I'll take your food out to Kastrup and I hope you end up broke!
I'll take your food out to Kastrup but that's the last I'll do
I'll take your food out to Kastrup and after that we're through!
If you contact me again, I will destroy you!
If you contact me again, I will destroy you!
If you contact me again, I will destroy you!
If you contact me again, I will destroy you!
The symbolized words are Icelandic. I don't speak Icelandic but I'm sure they're all perfectly innocent.
Post by: Rhynerd on May 16, 2015, 07:34:10 AM
Fix to Fix that which broke apart
But you stopped and thought of the glasses crack and said,
"I don't know this, I cannot fix."
Pain the pain when you played the part
As she locked it all up and the medic came to say
"You just forget. Please sleep, okay."
Heed the words that he kept in mind
As you try to leave the past behind
The ship spun slightly, to catch one likely
To come dream again, come dream again
The same the same that it's always been
When you took a seat up what a world you find you in
Down falls water and ice astray
Blame the blame on a sleepy start
When you pack it all up and you make the start again
A call is out, a friend you say?
Read the words of the mage in mind
Could it be the one that stayed behind?
But souls spun slightly, they catch those likely
To call back again, call back again
You're in a boat
You're drifting so
The dream you built
The push and pull
Come back again
Come back again
Well you love the love what you could've stayed
You say you'd give it all up like the blood that live to slay
The Rash land beach and cat tank treads
Shame the shame when you helped her not
But you sat right up as the dreamer came to say,
"Please don't forget, just lay and wait"
Read the words of each mage in mind
both a man that feel they're left behind
But they spun slightly, they'll catch one likely
To come back again, please come back again
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 17, 2015, 09:44:28 AM
“Reynir Meets the Skulldog”
from “Little Saint Nick” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSynDh_K0EE (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSynDh_K0EE)
by the Beach Boys
Oooooooo
Reynir just met Skulldog
Dreams have come to our Reynir
Well way down south
Where the trolls are bold
Our Explorers met Reynir
Took him in their fold
While we wait for DerpCat
He got put to bed
Into the Dreamworld
In a boat he was met
By a friendly Skulldog
Friendly Skulldog
By a friendly Skulldog
Friendly Skulldog
Before his trip here
He thought he didn’t dream
But he changed his mind quickly
When he saw the stream
The Skulldog climbed aboard
While he gawped at the view
When he saw the Skulldog there
He jumped out it’s true
From the friendly Skulldog
Friendly Skulldog
From the friendly Skulldog
Friendly Skulldog
Run run Reynir
Run run Reynir
GYAAAA
Run run Reynir
Run run Reynir
He just fled the boat
And falling on the pond
He found it held his weight
And he ran away from there
To meet his Fate
Now Skulldog he just whimpered
Cause his friend had just fled
And next update we will see
What he meets up ahead
Not a friendly Skulldog
Friendly Skulldog
Not a friendly Skulldog
Friendly Skulldog
Oooooooo
Reynir just met Skulldog
Dreams have come to our Reynir
Oooooooo
Reynir just met Skulldog
Dreams have come to our Reynir
Oooooooo
Reynir just met Skulldog
Dreams have come to our Reynir
Post by: slim kittens on May 17, 2015, 08:46:28 PM
Courtesy of the Tokens: />
THE GROSSLINGS SLEEP TONIGHT
Ee-e-e-oh-mum-oh-weh
Ee-e-e-oh-mum-oh-weh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
In the city, the ruined city
The grosslings sleep tonight
In the city, the silent city
The grosslings sleep tonight
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Near the cattank, the clanking cattank
The grosslings sleep tonight
Near the cattank, the stifling cattank
The grosslings sleep tonight
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
cHiLl yOu cLeAnSeRs, dOn'T fEaR yOu cLeAnSeRs
tHe gRoSsLiNgS sLeEp tOnIgHt (*tHe bOoKs aRe uNpRoTeCtEd!*)
cHiLl yOu cLeAnSeRs, dOn'T fEaR yOu cLeAnSeRs
tHe gRoSsLiNgS sLeEp tOnIgHt (*cOmE aNd gEt 'eM!*)
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Ee-e-e-oh-mum-a-weh
Ee-e-e-oh-mum-a-weh
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on May 18, 2015, 04:13:42 PM
Based on To Be With You by Mr. Big
Hold on human boy
I just want to come to you
Stay here red-haired boy
Please know that I don't want to scare
Oh, please don't, don't flee
I wanted just to speak to you
So come on Reynir, come on over
Let me be the one to show you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited here in dreamland in the blue
Just to be the next to be with you
Build up your confidence
So you can stay and talk to me
Don't leave, I'm lonely here
I just wanted a human near
I've seen it all go down
in agony and writhing pain
I'm really lonely, please come over
One more time be near a human...
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited here in dreamland in the blue
Just to be the next to be with you
Why be alone when we can be together Reynir?
You can make my life worthwhile
I can make you start to smile
oh please don't, don't run
I promise not to hurt you here
Come on Reynir, come on over
Let me be the one to show you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited here in dreamland in the blue
Just to be the next to be with you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited here in dreamland in the blue
Just to be the next to be with you
Just to be the next to be with you
Post by: Bouncey on May 18, 2015, 08:45:51 PM
Oh Lalli, Lalli, Lalli, Lallipop, Lallipop! *POP*
Buh dohm dohm dohm
Call my baby Lalli-pop, tell you why,
He comes crashing down from the sky,
And when he does those crazy runo chants,
Man I haven't got a chance.
I call him, Lallipop, Lallipop
Oh Lalli, Lalli, Lalli, Lallipop, Lallipop!
Slimmer than a straw or a pixie stick
Huckleberry, cherry or lime
Fangirls going crazy cuz he’s their pick
But Lallipop is mi-ii-ii-iiiine
Lallipop, Lallipop
Oh Lalli, Lalli, Lalli, Lallipop, Lallipop! *POP*
Buh dohm dohm dohm
Mage eyes when he’s running, tell you why
Memorizin’ routes far and wide
He loves starin’ at Reynir, straight
Gee, my Lallipop is great!
I call him Lallipop, Lallipop
Oh Lalli, Lalli, Lalli, Lallipop, Lallipop! *POP*
As the Chordettes sang it
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Post by: corncobman on May 18, 2015, 10:57:20 PM
He Knows When He's Licked
In the misty distance
Renir runs and runs
This no happy trance
For the braided one
Closed are his eyes
Running in water but
Still keeping dry
Mouth also firmly shut
Frightened by the beast
Out he continues to race
Not expecting in the least
Startled by lick in the face
In the rocky cave he
Stopped to look around
Found only a spirit foxy
Slurping as he frowned
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Fox and Braidy (based on Foxy Lady by Jimi Hendrix)
Foxy
Foxy
You know you're a scared little boy Reynir
Foxy
You know you're asleep running little dear
Foxy
It wants to lick your nose
It won't do you no harm, no
You're gonna be all fine, all fine
Ooh, fox and braidy
It sees you, heh, on down on the stream
Foxy
Beasts made you wanna get up and, uh, scream
Foxy
Ah, braidy listen now
You've lost your mind yeah
There will be nothing you can do this time
You're gonna be all fine, all fine
Fox and braidy
Here it comes
It wants to lick your nose
It won't do you no harm, no
You're gonna be all fine, all fine
Here it comes braidy
It's comin' to get ya
Ow fox and braidy
You look so sad
Yeah, foxy
Yeah, give him some
Foxy
Yeah, get it, braid
It makes you feel like
Feel like sayin' foxy
Oh braidy
Foxy
Fox and braidy
Fox and braidy
Post by: corncobman on May 19, 2015, 11:00:55 PM
Wood You Look at That
Reynir joined by many sheep
Not a cave but fields steep
Grassland obscured by fog
The face of the local dog
It reminds the lad of home
A bad idea it was to roam
On the revealed lands hilled
His dreams remain unfulfilled
Laying his head upon the rock
He reflects within and takes stock
He never should have left his land
With neither route nor return planned
In the distance Reynir sees
That secluded wood of barren trees
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Sweet Home Distant Iceland (based on Sweet Home Alabama by Lynyrd Skynyrd)
My head started dreaming
Carry me off and see this dog
Barking words about in dream-land
I miss that Iceland once again
Now I spot sheep in the fog
Well I thought I had no dreams at night, sir
And I left home real stupidly
When I wake up I can't remember
I had no plan when beasts roam around all diseased
Sweet home distant Iceland
And my feelings are so blue
Sweet home distant Iceland
Now, I wanna come back to you
In dreaming land I found a rowboat (boo hoo hoo)
And a beast climed right into it
I was looking at this place remote
Turned around and had a fit
It's the truth
Sweet home distant Iceland
And my feelings are so blue
Sweet home distant Iceland
Now, I wanna come back to you
Now this dog reminds me of the farm
What sort of weird unusual dreams are these?
This place is cause for alarm
And through the fog I see distant trees
Now help me please
Sweet home distant Iceland
And my feelings are so blue
Sweet home distant Iceland
Now, I wanna come back to you
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 20, 2015, 08:21:26 AM
Regretful is the mage
Errors large in his mind
Yet soon another page
Newly turned will he find
In his dreaming
Ripples gleaming
So ominous the woods
Looming up before him
Ephemeral the moods
Echoing right through him
Passing feelings
Softly stealing
Post by: corncobman on May 20, 2015, 11:03:08 PM
Boundaries, Bounds Does He
Sheep removed hair
While over there
Cat in the trees
That Reynir sees
Still sleeping is he
The napping Lalli
Both dog and he smile
Moving with style
Continues his slick
Water run trick
There in a tick
Bounds really quick
Crossing the gap
This happy chap
No longer alone
In the dream zone
No reason to moan
Now that it's known
Excitable pup
His spirits up
This sheltered brat
Moves over stat
Time for a chat
And bother the cat
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Bother (based on Brother by the Stereophonics)
I'm coming soon, I'll bother!
Under this moon I'll bother!
I found you now, dreaming drifter
Don't you mind my words, bother!
I tell you no lies now I'll come bother
I'll wake you up soon, don't mind me mister
I will run on this stream
I see you in this dream
Now I can escape from these sheep
I'm coming to bother, don't you sleep!
Don't you sleep!
Won't let you dream, I'll bother!
Run on this stream, I'll bother!
I'll come I must confess, I must digress, to your matress
Had I lost you? Now come across you, I will accost you
I've come to meet you, and come to greet you, browbeat you
I will run on this stream
I see you in this dream
Now I can escape from these sheep
I'm coming to bother, don't you sleep!
Don't you sleep!
I will come and bother!
I will come and bother!
I will come and bother!
I will come and bother!
I will run on this stream
I see you in this dream
Now I can escape from these sheep
I'm coming to bother, don't you sleep!
Don't you sleep!
Don't you sleep!
I will come and bother!
You too
I will come and bother!
You too
I will come and bother!
You too
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on May 21, 2015, 04:17:16 AM
So deep within their dreams they drift
Between the worlds that both have made
Occasioning dramatic shift
From silvery sun to wintry shade
Perhaps it is some kind of gift
That to this place our Mage has strayed?
His hope returns: his spirits lift!
A need no more to be afraid!
So travel light and travel swift
-For it can be no more delayed-
Across the moonlit, starlit rift
'Tween flowery field and milky glade
Post by: Fogtreader on May 21, 2015, 12:11:51 PM
First one is to the tune of "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane.
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One crate holds some candles and one crate holds some food,
And one that Iceland gives you has someone’s red-haired brood.
Go ask Onni, back in Keuruu.
And if you go crossing bridges that you know are going to fall,
Tell the Admiral it was like that before you came to call.
Call Onni, in the magic halls.
When the beasts in the water rise up and drag you down below,
And you’ve just blown some kind of cat bomb and your spells are working slow.
Go ask Onni, I think he’ll know.
When the dream world leaves you floating upon a backward tide,
And the night scout is speaking Finnish, and a ghost dog takes your ride.
Remember what the captain cried!
Tell from the eyes!
From the eyes!
The next one was inspired by Ruby's comment on Page 321, "I really wish Reynir's mouth was open in panel 2 so we could dub him singing "Colors of the Wind." I replied with just one verse that time but it got me going and I had to write the full thing.
So, to "Colors of the Wind" from the film Pocahontas.
/>Jonny S also found a nice karaoke link:
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"Change the Wind"
You think you have no helpful skills to offer,
You got yourself mixed up in some bad jive,
But even though you don’t know what going on here,
It is enough to know we can survive.
You think that all the people here are crazy,
Well in this cat tank maybe you are right,
But if you follow the path of the mages,
You’ll learn things that just might help them be all right.
Have you ever heard a beast howl on a rainy night?
Or tiptoed past a nest that trolls are in?
Can you write a rune or speak an incantation?
Can you prophesize or sing to change the wind?
Can you prophesize or sing to change the wind?
Come run through hidden fog banks of the dream world,
Come taste the cool clean waters of your mind,
Come play with puppies of imagination,
And for once be not afraid of what you find.
The Swede who spills food on himself might punch you,
The skald is not immune but she can drive,
That big guy makes some really tasty biscuits,
And we’re all in a scary land but we’re alive.
How far does the bird path go?
If you look away then you’ll never know.
And you’ll never hear a beast howl on a rainy night,
Whether you are Icelandic or you’re Finn,
You need to write a rune or speak an incantation,
You need to prophesize or sing to change the wind.
You can walk the earth and still,
All you’ll do is walk until,
You can prophesize or sing to change the wind.
Post by: rosemaryr94901 on May 21, 2015, 01:29:42 PM
Lalli the dreamer, wake up and see,
Red-headed Reynir is coming to thee.
Sounds of the troll's world, heard in the day,
Killed by the magelight, have all passed away.
Lalli the dreamer, young Finnish mage,
Hear; he approaches through dream's scenery.
Gone are the cares of scared shepherd boy,
Lalli the dreamer, wake up and see.
Lalli the dreamer, asleep on your bed,
Wild trolls are taunting; they'll take your head.
Over the dreamscape, Reynir is born,
Wanting to greet you in bright coming morn.
Lalli the dreamer, teach mage's part,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea,
Then Reynir's clouds of sorrow depart,
Lalli the dreamer, wake up and see,
Lalli the dreamer, wake up and see!
Post by: corncobman on May 22, 2015, 02:21:51 AM
Trees to Meet You
Reynir through the place in the fog.
This isn't merely a forest so dank,
Some kind wooded marshland or bog.
Finnish feline sleeps on, on those planks.
While Reynir sinks in the ground on his jog,
Lalli stirs not on the side of the bank.
Finally managing to get near is dear Rey,
To the silently slumbering enigma Lalli.
He'll not get any peace now, okay...
The Icelandic man's not so subtle, is he?
Abruptly calling out to him: "Hey!"
Waking the poor man up so suddenly.
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Woke You Up Before I Go-Go (based on Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham!)
Kitty-cat
Kitty-cat
Kitty-cat
Kitty-cat
I saw the troll-dog with collar-heart
It sent my soul sky high, I had to depart
Kitty-cat what's going on?
Sound of shlup-shlup-shlup and I nearly tripped up
But now I'm bugging you, something ain't right
Mikkel friend told me what to do last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed, I was dreaming
Maybe should have been with you instead.
Woke you up before I go-go
Don't let you slumber on like a rock bro
Woke you up before I go-go
I had to get you when I saw you in this site
Woke you up before I go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Woke you up before I go-go
We're both dreaming tonight
Now I can wake up, right? (yeah, yeah)
I saw the dark trees out of my way
Had to get from the sheep that would eat my braid
I hope you know I'm not to blame
Since I woke up here, never been the same
'Cause I'm the braidy, I'm the fool
Call make me crazy I've been to no school
Come on, kitty, let's not fight
I'm so sorry, everything will be all right
Woke you up before I go-go
Don't let you slumber on like a rock bro
Woke you up before I go-go
I had to get you when I saw you in this site
Woke you up before I go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Woke you up before I go-go
We're both dreaming tonight
Now I can wake up, right? (yeah, yeah, kitty)
(Kitty-cat)
(Kitty-cat)
Now wake up, please help me tonight
We're still dreaming here, am I right?
It's cold out there, but it's warm in bed
They can hunt, we'll stay here instead
(Kitty-cat)
Woke you up before I go-go
Don't let you slumber on like a rock bro
Woke you up before I go-go
I had to get you when I saw you in this site
Woke you up before I go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Woke you up before I go-go
We're both dreaming tonight
Yeah yeah
Post by: Fogtreader on May 22, 2015, 03:02:30 AM
Tune: "Wake Up Little Susie" - Everly Brothers
Wake up, little Lalli, wake up!
Wake up, little Lalli, wake up!
We both are sound asleep,
Wake up Little Lalli and see,
This dream is strange, I need some help, oh please don’t think I’m a creep.
Wake up little Lalli, Wake up little Lalli.
Well, what are we gonna tell your cousin?
What are we going to tell Emil?
What are we gonna tell the captain when she says… “What the hell?”
Wake up little Lalli, Wake up little Lalli.
Well I told Mikkel that I don’t even dream,
Well Lalli pal I guess I’m wrong it seems.
Wake up little Lalli, Wake up little Lalli,
What is this place?
Wake up, little Lalli, wake up!
Wake up, little Lalli, wake up!
This dreaming isn’t so hot,
A dead dog scared me a lot.
And then there’s sheep, This mud is deep, My sanity is shot.
Wake up little Lalli, Wake up little Lalli.
Well, what are we gonna tell your cousin?
What are we going to tell Emil?
What are we gonna tell the captain when she says… “What the hell?”
Wake up little Lalli, Wake up little Lalli,
What is this place?
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 22, 2015, 03:15:42 AM
“Dreamland Reynir”
from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9r8LMU9bQ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9r8LMU9bQ) “Rock the Casbah”
by the Clash
So Mikkel wrapped up Reynir well
And soon the boy was fast asleep
He woke in a dreamland boat
Where a Skulldog made him leap
He ran across the waters fast
So scared he just wanted to weep
But he found some dry ground with
A cute doggie and some sheep
He’s really excited
Dreamland Reynir
Dreamland Reynir
He’s really excited
Dreamland Reynir
Dreamland Reynir
The doggie was a sweetheart
And sheep are always sheep
But Reynir didn’t count them
He was already asleep
But this pastoral scene brought out
The sweet memories of home
He called himself so stupid
For his sad attempt to roam
But even as a sheep
Munched on his hair
Reynir saw something
He’s really excited
Dreamland Reynir
Dreamland Reynir
He’s really excited
Dreamland Reynir
Dreamland Reynir
He saw a Finnish woodland
And a slight recumbent form
Reynir leapt to join him
With wonted greetings warm
Reynir hopped across the water
Into the Finnish scene
With nary a thought
Of what dangers could have been
Reynir found that it was boggy
And that his boots began to sink
But he kept on going anyway
Didn’t stop to think
The Cat-Mage lay there quiet
In his state of rest
But then Reynir said, “Hey!”
As he came into the nest
The Cat-Mage lay there quiet
Lalli at peace
Until Reynir came
He’s really excited
Dreamland Reynir
Dreamland Reynir
He’s really excited
Dreamland Reynir
Dreamland Reynir
He’s really excited
(He went up to Lalli)
Dreamland Reynir
Dreamland Reynir
He’s really excited
(But he may be in for a surprise)
Dreamland Reynir
Dreamland Reynir
He’s really excited
(Our goofy little Reynir)
Dreamland Reynir
Dreamland Reynir
He’s really excited
Dreamland Reynir
Dreamland Reynir
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on May 22, 2015, 05:13:19 PM
Based on Hey There Delilah by the Plain White T's
Hey there weird fellow
What's this here, your dreamworld corner
I just came here and then spotted you
Tonight I want to talk
well, yes, I do
What do you mean that you don't care
I swear it's true
Hey sleepy fellow
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give my voice another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh, just what you do to me
Oh, please let the knife in there
Oh, just what you do to me
Oh, don't shove me back in there
Hey angry fellow
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me Lalli someday
We'll be friends I hope and then
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey baffled fellow
I've got so much left to say
If not every single thing I said to you
Would raise your anger more
I'd say it all
But I think you'd murder me in here
Once and for all
Oh, just what you do to me
Oh, please let the knife in there
Oh, just what you do to me
Oh, don't shove me back in there
A dreamland void seems pretty far
But we've got awesome powers here
I walk to you for company's sake every night
Our friends will all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because
We know that none of them will come here soon
Lalli that I can promise you
That by the time we get through
My world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there mage fellow
You be good and please don't hiss at me
Every night I will come visit you
And we'll be making history
And I come
You'll see it's nothing much to fear
We can do whatever we want to
Hey Lalli why do you still glare
I'm here and care
Oh, just what you do to me
Oh, please let the knife in there
Oh, just what you do to me
Oh, don't shove me back in there
What you do to me
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 22, 2015, 09:12:32 PM
With apologies to all those whom I missed (it’s only two verses, ya know?).
“Cookie Trebuchets”
from “Panzarmarsch”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRuJJk2ev1k (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRuJJk2ev1k)
by Raubtier
Here they come
The squirrel-crowd
Confectioniferous
To greet
The newbies
For ev’ry one of us
Now Dale has brought
His goodies
And the sentient dough
As well
All prepared to
Challenge chessplayers
While playing on the bells
So Windfighter and Blackjazz
Ruby and LarsB
Bring Troll House squirrel cookies
In nice perspex jars see
While Ooo-La-La and Jesty
Piney P_ and Sutremaine
Prepare the sweet bombardment
So let the cookies rain!
COOKIE TREBUCHETS
All ready to fire
Their sweet cannonade
To all who may desire
COOKIE TREBUCHETS
Courtesy of Aprillen
Ready for the day
The newbies come again
Nuts
Nuts
We are nuts
Nuts
Nuts
We are nuts
Nuts
Nuts
We are nuts
Nuts
Nuts
We are nuts
Trebuchets
Cannonade
Batter-y
Now we see
While Sunflower invites them
To join in the Fan-Forum
Not Me plays the drinking game
With Everclear and Rum
The Mead-Moose made by Starfallz
Joins the thronging welcome crowd
The bringer of your fav’rite stuff
With antlers standing proud
Then Mikko weaves a runo fair
And corncobman makes jokes
Our great Welcome Wagon
Rolls out with all the folks
So all of us keep commenting
Upon the daily page
From all over the planet
And all of diff’rent age
COOKIE TREBUCHETS
All ready to fire
Their sweet cannonade
To all who may desire
COOKIE TREBUCHETS
Courtesy of Aprillen
Ready for the day
The newbies come again
COOKIE TREBUCHETS
All ready to fire
Their sweet cannonade
To all who may desire
COOKIE TREBUCHETS
Courtesy of Aprillen
Ready for the day
The newbies come again
Trebuchets
Mead Moose days
Come and stay
As we play!
Post by: corncobman on May 22, 2015, 11:04:33 PM
In Your Face
Reynir and Lalli have a nice little chat,
Actually Reynir's doing most of the speaking.
While Lalli silently staring, remains sat.
Reynir'll not find the help that he's seeking.
Reynir seems in a state of ignorant bliss,
Speaking gibberish, making small talk, you see.
Lalli doesn't know what to make of all this.
The man appearing all of a sudden, unexpectedly.
Lalli gets up and reaches over the pool,
Delicately balancing on the wood base.
Trying to get rid of the Icelandic fool,
Raising the water to splash into his face.
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Out Out by Peter Gabriel (with a few small changes)
Had enough of this
Out out out out
I've seen a crazy man, crazy man
By the water in the wood, crazy man
I've seen a crazy man, crazy man
Crash through flowers in the big wood
Do not know why it is that he's here where I go
He's seeing won't leave, won't leave
He bothers me
All beside me
As he's talking up all beside me
With his big teeth, small teeth
He bothers me
I've had enough
Get him out out, out out
Gotta do something, can't do nothing
Cause I know this person, they don't know me at all
I want him out of my dreams
Get him out, get him out, out out
Get him out, get him out, out out
When I'm here I look around me in a wood
I see the red hair, braid hair, so stupid
And in the lonely night, watch the disappearing light
On red hair, braid hair, swear he's moving in
Gotta do something, can't do nothing
Cause I know these person, they don't know me at all
Get him to leave out of my dreams, again
Get him to leave out of my dreams
Get him out, get him out, out out
Get him out, get him out, out out
Out out out Hey Hey Hey out out
Out out out Ho Ho Ho Ho...
Come out of the night
Get him out, get him out
Come out of the shadow
Out of fear, out of fear and pain
Into the waking world
Into the waking world
I will get you out again, won't talk with you
Out of the shadow, out of fear and pain
You will see, you will see, you will see, you will see
I will get you out again
Out out, out, out
Drain away the pool, out of darkness
Out of shadow, out of the night
Out of all this pain I'm getting
Ho ho ho ho, out out...
Out out out out out hey hey...
Post by: Sunflower on May 24, 2015, 02:29:31 AM
What Minna neglected to show us on the last page, while Reynir was still in Dream!Iceland:
[Kantele arpeggios. Faint moanings from shepherds' pipes. Shamanic drums and rattles lay down a powerfully hypnotic beat. A gaunt, dark-haired man in oversized gray clothes steps out from behind the waterfall, fixes Reynir with his gaze and starts to speak in a resonant, preacher-like tenor. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7pVjl4Rrtc)
You may find yourself locked in a tuna crate.
And you may find yourself stranded in the Silent World.
And you may find yourself in the back of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful land, with some beautiful sheep
And you may ask yourself: Well... How did I get here?
Letting the dreams go by
Let the Finn swamp hold me down
Letting the dreams go by
Water flowing over ground
Into the void again
After my boat has gone
Once in a lifetime
Mage-boy floating over ground
And you may ask yourself, What is this strange place with all the icebergs?
And you may ask yourself, Where’d that creepy dog come from?
And you may tell yourself, This is not warm, tropical Bornholm!
And you may tell yourself, this is not my Icelandic life!
Letting the dreams go by
Let the Finn swamp hold me down
Letting the dreams go by
Braid-boy floating over ground
Into the void again
After my boat has gone
Once in a lifetime
I remember my dreams now
And you may ask yourself, What is that beautiful swamp?
And you may ask yourself, Where does that wooden path lead to?
And you may ask yourself, Hey, don't I know that guy?
And he may yell GET OUT! (What have I done?!)
Water dissolving... and water removing
There is water all around the Mageworld
Under the water, gather the water in the Collective Unconscious.
Remove the water at the bottom of the Mageworld.
Same as it ever was
Stupid things I do
Same as it ever was
Stupid, stupid me
Same as it ever was
Stupid things I do
Same as it ever was
Stupid, stupid me
Space isn't holding up
Time isn't holding up
Language is an asterisk
I'll remember this
Stupid, stupid me
Stupid, stupid me
Here comes a new friend now
Here comes a new friend now
Watch out for the cat-attack
Watch out for the cat-attack
Once in a lifetime...
Post by: corncobman on May 25, 2015, 12:42:36 AM
Branching Out
Lalli raises up the vines
From within the watery pool.
These thin weapons of pine
Reach out to the poor fool.
Reynir is smacked with a spline
Right in the face, uncool.
Alright, leaving now. Fine.
Didn't know this unwritten rule.
Leaving the place with a whine
There are jerks when he dreams
This magical dream of thine
Not as cool as it seemed
Depart from the man wood enshrined
Walk forlorn out on the stream
Took the hint, read all the signs
Losing what's left of his self esteem
Lalli looks on and follows him out
Rushing behind the oblivious man
As Reynir reflects solemnly and pouts
What's Lalli up to? What is his plan?
Almost got stuck in the portal that closed
A mystery why he would do such a thing
Now he is following the man he opposed
Reynir's now stumbling, dream wandering
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I Felt it Through These Wood Vines
(based on I Heard it Through the Grapevine by Marvin Gaye)
I bet you're wonderin' how I knew
I just planned to talk to you
With the other guy I saw before
Between the two of us guys
You know my face is sore
It took me by surprise I must say
When I found out the price I'd pay
Don't you know that I felt it through these wood vines
Not much help in this dream time
Oh I felt it through these wood vines
Oh I'm just about to lose my mind
Help me, help me, yeah
I felt it through these wood vines
Not much help in this dream time
Braidy, wooh wooh wooh
I know a man ain't supposed to cry
But these tears I can't hold inside
Gotta leave and end my life, you see
'Cause you were so mean to me
You could have told me yourself
That you liked no-one else
Instead I felt it through these wood vines
Not much help in this dream time
Oh, I felt it through these wood vines
And I'm just about to lose my mind
Help me, help me, yeah
I felt it through these wood vines
Not much help in this dream time
Braidy, wooh wooh wooh
Wanted conversation that you refused
Smacked me with the vines so thin
And I can't help but be confused
If it's true please tell me Fin
Cast me out, did you just choose
To then follow to this dream I'm in?
Don't you know I felt it through these wood vines
Not much help in this dream time, braidy yeah
I felt it through these wood vines
I'm just about to lose my mind
Help me, help me, yeah
I felt it through these wood vines,
Not much help in this dream time, braidy yeah
Help me, help me, yeah
I felt it through these wood vines,
Not much help in this dream time, braidy yeah yeah
I felt it through these wood vines,
Not much help in this dream time, braidy yeah yeah
Post by: Sunflower on May 25, 2015, 03:42:47 AM
Say, O master of the runo,
Of trochaic four-beat verses
Powerful in magic-working,
Can the skill of making runos
Be explainéd to the masses?
What rules are there for verse creation?
Rhymes? No, but alliteration,
That much clear to an observer;
Poetic pleonasms plenty
Very copiously describing
Heroes of the Kalevala,
Foemen, lovers, weapons, treasures,
"Kullervo, Kallervo's offspring
With his stockings of the bluest" --
Can this art be taught, I pray you,
Even to non-Finnish speakers,
Or is it a special talent
For the suomilainen only?
And I got answers! :D
Incanus01
Oh it can be learned by people
other than the folk of Finland
as you do in your good verses
here and write with hand most able.
But I have to here admit it
follow not I all the rules that
would in runo-poems strictest
bind as to my mind it too much
ties you down and cripples poet's
thought in forms when muse is calling.
So I follow inner feelings
of the meter this trochaic
both in Finnish and in English
this I am not shamed to admit.
Then again in meters Ancient
I do fully all modes adhere.
It might seem like artless cop-out
but I write these things when able
at the moment typing am I
at my desk at work in hurry
so might strictest form of poem
my mind escape with its rulings.
-Mikko-
LooNEY_DAC
Rhyming is absurdly easy
When your language is inflected
So instead alliteration
Pleasing phrases, repetition
All of these mnemonic helpers
Tend to crop up in such poems
Homer's Dawn with rosy fingers
Is just one easy example
Just a quick thought for the moment
Not my aim to displace Mikko
Incanus01
Well said LooNey_DAC fan fellow
as inflected when is language
it not only rhymes allows but
easier it makes the writing
doth provide all kinds of means for
poetic these flighty wordings.
Meters of the ancient times and
much more in its form so lovely.
English I find hard to conform
to the meters of the Ancients
Virgil or to that of Homer
or those used by round faced Horace
lovelorn meters of Catullus.
Oftentimes they end up rhyming
in translations of these ditties
which to me a small annoyance
as my languge would bend better
to more closely meter follow
would more faithful be the wording
than what with the rhymes achieved is
in such languages as English.
But now I this have to confess
English for I have love lasting
so this is not meant to be a
vilifying comment nasty. ;)
Laufey
It is also said that sometimes
Certain people find it easy
Poetry to compose, and that
These are people with a hearing
So well tuned to sound of runo
That they know what words sound right and
Also spot the clumsy ones.
It is true there are some guidelines
For properly writing runo
Yet they're not quite absolute, no
Skillful poets break them sometimes
For their ear tells them what's suited
For the tale they wish to tell
Such a poet is our Mikko.
Post by: corncobman on May 25, 2015, 11:12:41 PM
In His Footsteps
Reynir's feet leave rings in his wake.
Stuck in a lake without any boat.
This way and that Reynir's trail snakes,
Lalli has a little trouble keeping afloat.
In through the cloud Reynir has disappeared.
Lalli is stuck sinking with a wall in his face.
His path back to physicality remaining unclear.
Maybe he shouldn't have followed out to this place.
Meanwhile Reynir wanders around aimlessly,
Lost in his thoughts with no one to assist.
Nowhere to go, just alone, all out at sea.
Until a stranger appears from the mist.
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Following the Fool (based on Walking on the Moon by Sting)
Little steps are what I take
Following the fool
I hope his trail don't break
Following the fool
I can't float forever
Following the fool
We can't go together
Following, following the fool
Walking back from your dream
Following the fool
Not as easy as it seems
Following the fool
Feet they hardly left a trail
Following the fool
I tried to follow but I failed
Following, following the fool
Some may say
I just drove that guy away
He strayed
And if it's the price I pay
Some say
Tomorrow's another day
I strayed
I may as well pay
Little steps are what I take
Following the fool
I hope his trail don't break
Following the fool
I can't float forever
Following the fool
Now the link is severed
Following, following the fool
Some may say
I just drove that guy away
He strayed
And if it's the price I pay
Some say
Tomorrow's another day
I strayed
I may as well pay
Keep me up, keep me up
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 26, 2015, 01:32:28 AM
“Only it’s Onni”
from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2whGEvy13Ag (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2whGEvy13Ag) “Only the Lonely”
by Roy Orbison
There goes that
Reynir again
Across the
Dreaming Sea
Into another’s
Dreamspace
Only it’s Onni’s
Only it’s Onni’s
Only the Onni
Owns the dreamspace
Reynir’s in
Only it’s Onni
So soon squeals
Will begin
Onni is fearful
Of ev’rything
Reynir is cheerful
And so we sing
But only the Onni
Grows nigh
And shies
Only the Onni
There goes that
Reynir again
Across the
Dreaming Sea
Into another’s
Dreamspace
Only it’s Onni’s
Only it’s Onni’s
Only the Onni
Knows the sad state
That he’s in
Only the Onni
Knows he’ll cry
And cry again
Maybe next update
They’ll have a chat
That would be great
Let in the cat
And have him speak
In the updates
This week
Only it’s Onni
There goes that
Reynir again
Post by: Amity on May 26, 2015, 03:40:07 AM
Hear the gentle bay tide lapping,
hear the gulls to seaward crying,
hear now distant fangirls squeeing,
reading pages, ink still drying:
nature and electrons mixing.
Whosoever sits in silence,
standing still in expectation,
finds night's mantle settled softly,
shrouding cares and fraught connection
in the dark of calm contentment.
Hear no anguished lamentation
in the English lamination
of this poet's peroration.
Far from some exsanguination,
hear, in this, serene reflection.
Post by: Mikko on May 26, 2015, 10:11:25 AM
Page 277
42. The Comment Goes Ever On and On
The comments go ever on and on
Down from where they first began.
Now far ahead comments have gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager clicks,
Until it's joined by comments more
Where many talks, discussions meet.
And whither then? Let's go explore.
The comments just go on and on
down from the first where they began
now far ahead the talk is gone
and I must follow if I can,
pursuing it with weary clicks,
until it joins some larger thread
and if it still goes on and on,
I think I'll head for nap and bed.
43. Lalli's Exorcism (Translation of Minna's original)
Lalli's Exorcism (translation)
Harken to me spirits faded
gone astray from paths of Tuoni
with speech pure I now beseech thee,
pray with words of sweetest cadence.
Wander ways away from this place,
journey farther ever from here,
corners to of unknown alleys
neighbourhoods of other dwellings
This I utter,
thus command I:
Silent be ye
folk most vexing.
Or I shall now all abjure thee
spirit mine incite from dream-state,
stone of blood will cast upon thee
curse outsiders to the shadows!
Page 307
44. Reynir just wants to serve
When you see glimpse of ruddy braid
you see it swirl and swerve
don't get alarmed, be not afraid,
Reynir just wants to serve.
He'll clean your boots, peel taters too
he'll be your servant tried and true,
icelandic shepherd coming through,
he's cooking food for the whole crew.
So if you have a task for braid,
a complex or a simple chore,
just call for Reynir unafraid,
he'll do the task and so much more!
Page 308
45. Dreaming
From the dreams are voices calling
unremebered whisper's thrill,
all your worries now are falling
when the sleep your mind shall fill.
Forth beyond the veil of dreaming,
quest upon its endless plane,
wondrous see all marvels gleaming
on horizons these arcane.
Secrets buried, past and present
all you shall encounter there,
future suns and moons in crescent
horrors foul and beauties fair.
Deeply slumber where the world ends,
where the angels, demons roam
where to dark the path at first bends,
where you fly through light from gloam.
When come morning is past dreaming
then return, come back to me,
worlds impossible these seeming
world this better make you see.
Page 311
46. Emil's Crashing Limerick
The shards spread all over the place
as Emil fell flat on his face.
When breaking glass door
his efforts were poor,
his success still total disgrace.
47. Treasure hunters
Through the mud and through the rain
through the silent world we dash,
we will spare no pain, no gain,
when through glass and wood we crash
seeking books, knowledge arcane,
so Torbjörn will have his cash!
Further still to world's dark end,
we shall travel fearless, fierce.
Where our paths our fates will bend,
be it laughter, be it tears,
secrets where we'll find all penned,
where printed, chiseled it appears.
On to foreign lands all still,
mysteries await us there,
books and parchment, pen and quill,
tomes of knowledge seek we rare,
treasure finest, endless thrill
is when past laid thus is bare.
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47. The Demolition Squad (Sigrun and Emil)
Rumble, clatter, boom and crash
earth will shake, ground will heave,
Demolition Squad will smash,
when all's leveled then they'll leave!
Fists, explosives, all brute force,
Emil uses, Sigrun too,
mayhem full these two endorse,
Demo Squad is coming through!
Books aspying there all day
in the wilds their travels made,
this fair warning I will say,
all crap buildings be afraid!
Smoke and ruin, fire's blaze
Emil, Sigrun both adore
be prepared to stand in daze
when they bring on total war!
Demolition Squad is proud,
Emil, Sigrun duo brave,
they arrive with mushroom cloud,
they are here the day to save!
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And this tiny death caused outrage.
As part of a poem-chain made by various Minnions:
48. A Dead Hamster
Sadness for a critter small
that perished all alone,
fate small that did it befall,
we fans could not condone.
49. Exploring the School
In this place, in this school
every cranny, every nook,
lies a treasure hidden, cool,
lookie, lookie it's a book!
Or in terror you might blanch
when you're stuck in crayonlanche!
Quickly flee to save your soul,
punch in crap wall escape hole!
Oh no wall against will stand,
when with bomb you'll exit land.
Fast grab kitties, skip and go,
save the cats from evil foe!
Tome
to take home
on H2O
Mikkel to show.
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50. Sigrun's Tremendous Find
Sigrun made tremendous find
it's round and glossy disc,
when plastic cover opened she
and took that awful risk.
"What is this now?" she thought and sighed
"What is this thing unknown?!!!"
"I know what that is!" Emil cried
"It's called a gramophone!"
"What devilry you mean my boy?
It doesn't look like book
Is this somekind of useless toy,
it has a funny look."
"Oh no, you have recording found"
exclaimed the boy in awe.
It used was once to capture sound,
it's first I ever saw."
"Bah just a discus full of sound,
what use is that to us
I think this mission's homeward bound
that thing's a useless fuss."
But fear not reader, disc was saved
from rotting, ruined school,
as Sigrun home it took engraved
and used as necklace cool.
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51. Oh dear, it's a deer!
Sigrun shiny discs then took,
and belittled this odd book,
that with Emil she had found,
that consisted of pure sound.
"But what's this?!!!" perked Emil's ears,
were awakened dreadful fears,
almost was the boy in tears,
ruffling noise when sudden hears.
Big like saucers were his eyes,
as the sight belief defies
in the rain a vision clear,
jumps to view a dashing deer.
Equal in its eye was fear
mirrored and surprise so sheer
as did from the gloom appear
shot through debris like a spear.
"Goodness gracious oh my dear
terrified me only deer."
Let boy out a silent cheer
when was nothing there to fear.
But might monster still be near,
all will to us made then clear,
when to us will page appear
new as next is Monday here!
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52. Fire in the eyes
See the fire in their eyes
see the flame of living things
in the monsters fire dies
lifeless dark to their eye brings.
Feel the fire of their eyes
feel gaze living on you lay
half-life dead eye testifies
soul in torment, spirit grey.
Sense the fire of the eyes
sense the living burning heart
torment deathless death denies
eyes grow dim, gaze doth depart.
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53. Reynir's Lucid Dreams
Tähtimeren tuolla puolen
mailla unen untuvilla
virta venhoa veteli
kaarnalaitaa lasketteli.
Kylmän virran viertehellä
purren pienen laitamalla
huojuvat punahivuset,
veden varjoisen varassa.
Siellä uinui, kussa keinui
miesi punapalmikkoinen
unen virran vietävänä
haaksessa sikiunosen.
Vieri virta, kuohui koski
alla taivon sysitumman
missä tähdet tuikahteli
ui jäät ympäri venosen.
Havahtuikse, katseleikse
nuori miesi kummissansa
virkkaeli, voihkaeli
ihmetteli unen usvaa.
Reynir nuori, paimenpoika
kaukomaasta Islannista,
kerroin kaksin kadoksissa
maassa väen vierahankin
Tanskan korpeen kadonnunna
unen peittoon unhottunut.
Translation
There beyond the starry ocean,
in the quiet lands of slumber,
currents pulled the skiff so tiny
carried on the boat bark-skinned.
By the strand of river hoary
on the side of craft so narrow
flowed the braid of reddest colour
in the waters shadow shrouded.
Slept he there and thence was carried
this young man with braid so ruddy
by the current where the dream flows
in the barge of deepest slumber.
Flowed the river, roared the rabids
under skies of pitch black twilight
where the stars were keenly shining
skiff surrounded by sheets icy.
When awakened, looked about him,
man this young so full of wonder,
thus he uttered, groaned aloud he
as he scanned the mists of dreaming.
Reynir youngster just a shepherd
come had from far land of Iceland
Doubly he was lost now truly
in the country of folk foreign,
first lost was in wilds of Denmark
now had vanished into dreaming.
54. Dream Boat (yes an homage to the Love Boat)
Dream, exciting and new
Come Aboard. We're expecting you.
Dream, slumber's sweetest reward.
Let it flow, it floats back to you.
Dream Boat soon will be making another run
The Dream Boat promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new dream land!
Dream won't hurt anymore
It's a the Braidy boy on a friendly shore.
Yes DREEEEAAAAAMMMMM! It's DREAAAAAAAMMM!(hey-ah!)
Dream Boat soon will be making another run
The Dream Boat promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new dreamland.
Dream won't hurt anymore
It's Lalli scout on a friendly shore.
It's DREAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM! It's DREEAAAAAAAMMMMM! It's
DREAAMMMMM!
It's the DREAM Boat-ah! It's the DREAM Boat-ah!
55.A Dream Quest
Unen mailla usvaisilla
tuikkiessa tähtitilkun
alla öisen kirjokannen
taivon häilyvän hämärän
saapuu tietäjä tulinen
halki maailmojen monien
linnunradan tuolta puolen.
In the misty lands of dreaming
blanket where of stars is burning,
underneath the sphere of night skies
heavens in the twilight dusky
there arrives a shaman fiery
multitudes of worlds he crossing
from beyond the bird path flying.
Yössä päättymättömässä
tarkkasilmä kaukokatse
tietäjä tosinäkevä
lausuu loitsut laulaellen
sanat virkkovi väkevät
kutsui henget kuuluville
sielut paikalle pakotti.
In the night forever-endless
he of sharp eye, sight far-seeing
wise man of the truest sight will
spells he utter slowly chanting
speaks the words of greatest power
calls the spirits him to hearken
forced come souls to him so summoned.
Selvittihe suuret salat
näki näyt suurenmoiset
henget kertoi, sielut lauloi
alut, synnyt, luotteet lujat
unen mailla usvaisilla
tuikkiessa tähtitilkun.
Secrets great he thus uncovered
saw dream visions full of wonder
spirits spoke, the souls him singing
births, origins, spells of true names
in the misty lands of dreaming
blanket where of stars is burning.
Tulisilmä tietäjäinen
velho vahva ja väkevä
kun oli luottehet lukenut
salat kaikki tutkaellut
henget luotansa lähetti
sielut kotiin karkohutti.
He the wiseman fiery-eyed
wizard strong with will of iron
when has spell words comprehended
secrets when were all revealed
sent aways the spirits fleeing
souls banished back to their abode.
Kutsui kotiin mennäksensä
tiedot mukaan tuodaksensa
aurinkoisen elon maille
salateitä sielulinnun.
Loihe lausui luottehia
luojat kutsui rukouksin.
Home he to return now summoned
so could carry with him knowledge
back to sunlit land of living
soul bird paths along so secret.
Thus began to sing enchantment
prayed he to the gods creators.
Lausui loitsun, lausui toisen
lausui loitsun kolmannenki
kaikui kankaat unen mailla
moikui loitsut autioilla
kunnes Ukko taivahinen
kuuli ylinen jumala.
Spell he chanted, then another
finally spell third he uttered
echoed all the fields of dreaming
pealed in wastes the incantations
until hearkened heaven's Ukko
heard the pleas among gods highest.
Päästi lapsensa pahasta
tietäjänsä taipaleelta
kutsui kulkijan kotihin
sielulinnun leikahutti
sinisiiven suikahutti
velhon avuksi väkevän.
Thus delivered child from peril
rescued wiseman on his journey
home he then the pilgrim calling
sent the soul bird unto him and
most swift to him called the blue wing
so to help the wiseman mighty.
Nousi velho unen mailta
lensi lintunsa lovesta
havahtuikse horroksesta
näöltä unen väkevän
tiedot toipi muassansa
kertoakseen kansallensa.
Shaman rose from lands of dreaming
from dreamstate his bird ascended
then awaked this man dormant
from the keenest vision questing
knowledge secret brought he with him
that it might share with his people.
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56. Reynir Meets a Nightmare Hound
Reynir yksin unen mailla
venhossa sikiunosen
koiran kolkon kohtaeli
tapaeli hallin hurjan
kohtasipa kallokasvon
siitä suinpäin säikähtäen.
Reynir all alone in dreamscape
in the boat of deepest slumbers
met a hound of haggard presence
saw a dog of vicious visage
skull-faced creature he encountered
from that rose tremendous terror.
Varjokannen veden alle
senpä syöksyvi sylihin
karkuun kalmankoiran eestä
rakin raihnan raivon alta,
joka kallo kasvoinansa
kohti kalmaisna käveli.
Plunged he head on into waters
shadow surface's coldest embrace
so to escape gravehound dire
so to flee from mongrel threatening
leering skull that had for face and
who approached with form so deathly.
Ihme täytti poian mielen,
kun ei murru vedet virran
kun ei taivu pinta peilin.
Siinä painui polvillansa
kynnen verran vetten alle
Reynir velhojen sukua.
Wonder-filled was now the boy's mind
waters when of stream unbroken
left were, mirror of the surface.
There upon his knees he barely
length of finger nail was submerged
Reynir of the line of shamans.
Juoksi kuni tuuli Reynir
lensi päällä vetten tummain
jätti haaksen halleinensa
sumun sekaan suikahteli
unen usvan onkaloihin
kera kulki kauhuinensa,
poika paikalta pakeni.
Like the wind now ran this Reynir
almost flew above dark waters
left the boat with hound behind him
fleetly flew he into mists and
to the fog of dreams he vanished,
travelled he away in terror,
boy this fled from place of danger.
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57. Reynir's Flighty Limerick (aka Between a Hound and a Icelandic Sheep Dog Place)
When Reynir fled from the ghost hound
he thought was his escape plan sound
ran through the dream mist
but here is the twist
was he by another dog found.
"Slup!"
58. Flight of the Ruddy Braid
Water splashes underfoot
quick he skipping goes in flight
Reynir still by dreams off put
palpitating heart in fright.
Skims above the waters black
in the dreaming gone all wrong
how can he now reach light back
when the nightmare's cruel and strong.
Mists all twirling
'round him curling
in the cold and lightless night
visions flying
voices sighing
Reynir longs daylight so bright.
Eyes he closes ever reaching
watery pace feet they drum
until ends of dreaming reaching
where the horrors' end will come.
Stony shores about him closing
mountain's feet and boulders grey
in a landscape dark, imposing
he's escaped but lost his way.
Grey world glowing
waters flowing
Reynir glances 'round him meek
There appearing
dog's head rearing
feels the wet tongue on his cheek.
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59. Reynir's Dream Errantry Continueth
Kulki Reynir kangastuksiin
unen usvan ulapoilla
kotimaahan saapui poika
kuvajaiseen Islannista
näyt näki, kuvat koki
vahdin vainkin tuntemansa
lampaatpa kotinsa kedolta.
Wandered Reynir to mirages
on the seas of mists of dreaming
to his homeland boy appear'ed
to a picture of his Iceland
visions saw he, image witnessed
of a guard dog he knew back then
of the sheep of homely meadows.
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60.Reynir's Vision
Saw he visions of the dreaming
shepherd boy this young called Reynir
unbeknownst a shaman himself
worthy offspring of the wisemen.
There beyond his north dream meadows
lay a land of woods and mires
there amidst the forest vision
slept upon the ground youth Lalli.
Face familiar, form of dreamer
waking from world Reynir knew him
heavy horror from heart lifted
he a friend might have in dreaming.
Veil of dreamings thus he parted
from his visions, his own slumbers
stepped upon the lightless limit
separating dreams of wisemen.
Forth he went now lightly skipping
for his mind was then elated
to find ally unexpected
in the wide lands of the dreaming.
Näki näyt uneksunnan
Reynir nuori paimenpoika
tietäjäinen tietämättään
velhoin aimo aaluvainen
Unen kedon tuolla puolen
metsämaa tuo soinen seisoi
korven kuvan keskelläpä
uinui Lalli lavitsalla.
Kasvot, hahmon uneksujan
tunsi Reynir valveen mailta
katos kauhu sydämestä,
saisi kenties kuoman poika.
Unen harsot hajotteli
unet heitti, näkykuvat,
rajan reunaan synkän astui
velhounet erottavan.
Tuonne riensi riemuissansa
sillä nousi miehen mieli
koska löysi liittolaisen
uneksunnan laajan mailta.
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61. A Shaman's Dream Sanctuary
Halki metsän juoksi Reynir
nopsajalka paimenpoika
luokse Lallin läpi luhdan
poikki nevan ponnahteli.
Through the forest ran young Reynir
foot so fleet of this swift shepherd
through the swamp to meet with Lalli
fleetly skipped across the mire.
Juuttui melkein saapas suohon
kenkä turpeisiin katosi
mutta jalka, järki nopsa
säästi suohon suistumasta.
Almost into swamp sank his boot
footwear almost lost to fenland
but foot swift and mind so agile
end in quagmire both prevented.
Sinne saapui pitkospuita
missä miesi tuo makasi
Lalli nukkui lavitsalla
rauhassa sikiunosen.
There he came on wooden walkways
where lay on the ground the youngster
slept on wooden bed there Lalli
in the peace of deepest slumbers.
62. Honouring Haikus
Haiku is truly
good poetic expression
has its own beauty.
I indeed like it
for it in short spaces can
distill great wisdom.
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63. A Wizardly Meeting
Reynir happy to have found him
greeted boy with face familiar
asked if he could Lalli join there
in the sanctum of scout's mage dream.
Reynir pojan tavatessa
kasvot tutut tervehtihe
kyselihe Lallin luokse
velhouneen voisko tulla?
First all baffled was this young boy
then annoyed, indignant Lalli
rose as quick as bolt of lightning
when boy asked to join him.
Alkuun heti hämmästyikse
raivostuikse sitten Lalli,
nopsaan kuni ukonnuoli
pystyyn pyynnöstä kavahti.
With hand pointed to swamp waters
as the redbraid stood on limit
of his mage home, his dream haven
banished him with single gesture.
Käsi kohti kohos' vettä
punapaulan rajan luota
velhounen, turvapaikan
karkottihe elehellä.
"Get out!" bellowed then young Lalli.
Feel the waters come all gushing
did redbraided shepherd Reynir
as by magicks was he belted,
waters all about him struck as
sprang forth Lalli's wizard powers.
"Häivy heti!" huusi Lalli.
Tunsi veden virran lyövän
punapaula paimen Reynir
taiat, loitsut päälle hyökyi
vedet ympäril' yleni,
syöksyi Lallin velhovoimat.
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64.Lalli's Shock and Awe Limerick
When Reynir came calling one dream
and wanted to be on his team
gave Lalli him flick
with a wizardly stick
methinks was this way too extreme.
65. Lalli's Lashing Defense
Nousi juuret, oksat maasta,
suosta syöksi kärhet männyn
yli kiersi Lallin ylle
vaipaksi velhon väkevän.
Ihmetellen katsoi Reynir
oksaverkon varjoihinki
silloin kääntyi juurenkärjet
ojentuikse oksain kädet.
Iski juuri punapaulaa,
paukahutti poskellensa
siitäpä poika pakeni
suruissansa säntäeli.
Surullisna lähti Reynir
kun ei kuomaa tavannunna,
kumppalia kohdannunna,
ulos unen uksen kautta.
Kissansilmä, nuori Lalli
säikähtynyt velhoveljyt,
karkottihe kaarnakuoren
silmäellen lähteväistä.
Seurasipa perässänsä
unen uksen tuolle puolen
missä unen valtakuntaan
kulki Reynir punapaula.
Utelias oli Lalli
kuinka poika pääsi sinne
mistä oli tullut hälle
unen turvaan tuttavaksi.
Kuni kissa pehmyttassu,
kulki Lalli jäljessänsä
salavihkaa unen usviin
perään poian surumielen.
Translation:
Rose roots,breached the branches dark earth
sprung forth pine tops from the mire
all about they flew on Lalli
so to cloak the wizard doughty.
Stared in wonder boy young Reynir
to the shadows of web branching
but then unfurled roots so swiftly
were uncurled the fingers wooden.
Struck these roots the redbraid sudden
gave a sting upon his cheek and
thus the lad fled from the dreaming
sorrowful with mind dashed from there.
Sorrowing left Reynri wand'ring
when he had not met a friend there,
did not come across companion,
through the door of dream he travelled.
Oh the cat-eyed young man Lalli,
shaman brother still bewildered,
barrier of bark he banished
looked upon the boy now leaving.
Thus he followed the lad leaving
there beyond the door of dreaming
where to further realms of slumber
wandered Reynir of the red braid.
Curious was then young Lalli
of how had the boy just entered
whence had come to him this fellow
as companion to dream haven.
Like a soft pawed cat all quiet
after went him then young Lalli
to the mists of dream tread softly
sorrow-sighing boy he followed.
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66. Lalli Follows Reynir into the Dreams
Unen usviin juoksi Lalli
perään poian punapaulan
vetten yli kiirehtien
jäljissä punahivusen.
Eipä veteen vajonnutkaan
eipä uneen upponnutkaan
jäljissä velhon väkevän
vaeltajan tuiki kumman.
Usviin unen matkasivat
Lalli sekä paimen Reynir
vaan jo sumut nielaisivat
harhailevan punapaulan.
Seinän lailla tuli vastaan
muuri unen tyhjyydessä
esti matkan tuolle puolen
kissansilmän nuoren Lallin.
Kulki Reynir edelleenkin
usvain läpi harhaellen
tiestään täysin tiedotonna
matkan päänsä hukannunna.
Siellä tähtivainioilla
sumuisilla tantereilla
velhon toisen tapaeli
oli Onni nimenänsä.
Ihmetteli molemmaiset
kummasteli kumpainenkin
toinen toista tutkaeli
läpi kaiken unen usvan.
To the mists of dream ran Lalli
after boy with reddest braid and
over waters fleetly flying
in the footsteps of the redhair.
And he didn't sink to waters
was not under dream he drowned
in the mighty shaman's footfalls
of this unknown stranger wand'ring.
To the mists of dream they travelled
Lalli and this shepherd Reynir
but by vapours soon was swallowed
this boy errant redbraid wand'ring.
Like a wall came into being
barrier in dark of dreaming
passage now through from him thwarted
of the cat-eyed young man Lalli.
Walked he on this young boy Reynir
through the mist and cloud he errant
path who did not know on travels
who had lost his ways in dreaming.
There in wider fields of starlight
on the misty lands and meadows
met another brother wizard
wiseman who was Onni nam'ed.
Wonder both men in the dreaming
startled each was by encounter
when each other were then peering
through the fog of dreams enfolding.
Post by: corncobman on May 27, 2015, 04:20:18 AM
No Spirit to Fight
Reynir gets ambushed by the stranger
Thinking that he is a spirit to harm.
The wandering shepherd in real danger,
To be ripped apart by his glowing arms.
"Show me your true form. I'll lay you to rest!"
There appearing to be some misunderstanding.
Reynir's just lost in this world and depressed.
Not a wild spirit that Onni is manhandling.
His mage-fu is weak, his back to the rock.
He doesn't know what he's talking about.
He just happened to be here when he walked,
After he got rejected by the quiet Fin scout.
Then he remembers the the family scene,
Of the skäld Turri with the two other men.
Trying to describe the picture he'd seen
Here's hoping that Onni believes his story then...
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Onni You (based Only You by The Platters)
Onni you, calm it down and listen right
Onni you, why you bathed your hands in light
Onni you, so terror prone,
He's not out to get you
This Icelandic guy only just met you
Onni you, hear the story that he says
For it's true, before you break his face
Let go of his neck
Not understanding magic that you do
This his dream come true
Just listen Onni you
Onni you, hear the story that he says
For it's true, before you break his face
Let go of his neck
Not understanding magic that you do
This his dream come true
Just listen Onni you
(Listen Onni you)
Post by: corncobman on May 28, 2015, 04:51:42 AM
Open Up, Man Down
Reynir the situation diffused, phew.
A member of his dear sister's crew,
Onni realises that he is a friend.
A stray spirit not to the other side send.
Reynir finally gets a crew name correct.
Otherwise he could have been wrecked.
Terrible at his remembering names as of late.
He could've been dead in the night, not great
Onni asks about his the state of his sis,
Is she fine, does she her home miss?
She seemed fine to Reynir but he forgot to ask.
What kind of friend forgets this trivial task?
A pounding is heard from the side of the wall.
Repeatedly saying "let me in" - Lalli's call.
He was probably already starting to sink
But now he's heading face first into the watery drink.
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Let Me In (based on Let It Be by the Beatles)
In my dream I woke up and then saw him
Didn't wan't to talk to him
Reynir I just followed
Let me in
Now I'm sinking in the water
You are standing there but I can't swim
I just followed, Reynir
Let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
I just followed, Reynir
Let me in
Now he locked himself inside that bubble
I see Onni speak to him
Speaking words to Reynir
Let me in
And I'm sinking in water
You are standing there but I can't swim
Don't want to be stuck here
Let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Yeah, just followed Reynir
Let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Don't want to be stuck here
Let me in
let me in, let me in
Ah, let me in, yeah, let me in
Speaking words to Reynir
Let me in
I tried to follow Reynir
There is still a wall, there I hit my chin
Don't talk until tomorrow
Let me in
I pound and pound upon the wall out here
You were talking both within
Speaking words to Reynir
Let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, yeah, let me in
Don't want to be stuck here
Let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, yeah, let me in
Don't want to be stuck here
Let me in
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on May 28, 2015, 05:14:44 PM
Based on Please Forgive Me by Bryan Adams
It still feels like my first night in dreamworld
feels like the first dream
It's getting better maybe
at least I'm hoping so
Still holding on
I'm still my own
First time our eyes met
I recognize you yet
Awake I have seen you
I think I can bring tidings
Do you still turn the fire on?
So if you're feeling angry, don't
I'm the only fool and really want,
I really want to feel sorry
So if I'm fooling a little more than I should
Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop pestering you
Don't deny me the knowledge I will need
Please forgive me, if you think that I just seem
A fool wanting just to be here with a friend
Please forgive me, I can't stop talking too
Still feels like that all my attempts
at helping friends here
Are met with pure contempt
But I can't help myself
Still trying though
You're still my hope
I remember the thing in my ship
I remember everything
I remember my safe place
I remember you yeah
I remember the days, when I was safe
So if you're feeling angry, don't
I'm the only fool and really want,
I really want to feel sorry
So if I'm fooling a little more than I should
Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop pestering you
Don't deny me the knowledge I will need
Please forgive me, if you think that I just seem
A fool wanting just to be here with a friend
Please forgive me, I can't stop blunder through
The one thing I'm sure of
Is the way I fall short
I suck at making friends
I fail to make amends
With every word and every breath I'm bugging
That's why I'm saying
Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop bugging you
Don't deny me, this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Oh believe it, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, if I can't stop pestering you
No, believe, I don't know what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop mither you
I can't stop blunder through
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 29, 2015, 12:21:25 AM
“Reynir’s Song”
from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61GFr8fVs6g (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61GFr8fVs6g) “Bolero of Sorrow/So, You Are Going to Eat Me”
by Menchi & the Excel♥Girls
Can I be of help?
Please do let me help
Oh,
I can’t help you with that
I’m so dumb
Can I be your friend?
I want to be friends
Oops,
I’m no good at friendship
I’m so dumb
What kind of friend forgets to
Comfort friends?
I just can’t do anything right
It seems
[After someone comforts him]
I’m glad we’re friends
So glad we’re friends
Now
Let’s go share this dream
‘Cause we’re team-mates
Post by: corncobman on May 29, 2015, 06:22:17 AM
Nice to See Ye, Please Don't Hug Me
The Finnish mages rush to their reunion.
No hug for Lalli here, he's on the ball.
Stepping backward, won't be smothering this one.
Onni's just glad to see him now, that's all.
To Lalli, this Reynir person's no friend.
No ally of of his, just a rude foreigner.
Broke into this place, just like he did then.
Lalli explains as the family quietly confers.
Poor Reynir gets insulted right in front of his face,
They're talking about it him just out of earshot.
He shouldn't have intruded into Lalli's safe place.
But he couldn't help it, this he was never taught.
Getting in, foreign mages are just capable.
Lalli really doesn't like oblivious Reynir.
Keeping him out of there would be impossible.
However, does Lalli even like anyone here?
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No Hugs (based on Sweet Love by Anita Baker)
Keep us apart, don't hug me Onni
Stay with me and you will see
No hugs, light touching only
Else I'll leave, 'cause
I'll receive please, no hugs, no hugs
Hear me calling out your name
I feel disdain
Just no hugs, no hugs
Or else I'll just go away
It'll always be this way
Oh, he has brought me closer to you
No physical we all agreed
Just trust in what I'm feeling
Else I'll leave, 'cause Onni
I'll receive please, no hugs, no hugs
Hear me calling out your name
I feel disdain
Just no hugs, no hugs
Or else I'll just go away
It will be always this way
This stranger's here in this world
This braidy no, this strange man, hair all curled
I'll never go, wait and see, it's all wrong
He does not know he doesn't belong
I had sweetest dream but in came braidy
Came right here, made me fear
No physical we all agreed
Else I'll leave 'cause Onni
I'll receive please, no hugs, no hugs
Hear me calling out your name
I feel disdain
Just no hugs, no hugs
Or else I'll just go away
It will be always this way
(No hugs...)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
(No hugs...) Oh...
(Keep us apart, don't hug me...) No need,
No need, (Ooh...) No need, no, no, hugs...
(No hugs...) hugs, hugs...
Oh, Onni, no need for hugs...(no hugs...)
No need for hugs...
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
(No hugs...) Don't nobody know!
Don't nobody know, no need for this!
(No hugs...) Ah, no need for this!
Leave me go free, Onni!
Just leave me go free, Onni!
(No hugs...)
Don't nobody know....
(No hugs...)
Post by: corncobman on June 01, 2015, 12:22:39 AM
Reynir Did Good (based on Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry)
Deep down he was wandering close to Lalli's dreams,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a small clearing of water and wood,
Where slept a Finnish boy there that Reynir helped good
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could traverse the dreams without any spell.
[Chorus:]
Go go
Go Reynir go
Go go
Reynir did good
He used to wonder in his head if was any help
No-one wanted to talk to that useless whelp.
Oh, then he was just running in there along for the ride
Never did he believe he would be a guide.
Knew he was dreaming then, until light of day
That whisked that little country boy away
[Chorus]
His instincts told him someday he would be a man,
And maybe be the member of a magic band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear them say his name called when the night goes down
Maybe someday he will learn how to fight
Saying Renir did good tonight.
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Clearing Out
Feeling their stares
Reynir unprepared
His awkward smiling
What's this happening?
Surprise and despair
His arm turning air
Not at all ideal
This whole thing surreal
Tuuri's with mages, two
But one has no clue
But relief Onni feels
Reynir a mage revealed
Leaves sis in their hands
This departure unplanned
Becoming translucent
This cannot prevent
Reynir leaving dreamland
Does not understand
His anxiety increased
Soon the dream will cease
His mind all confused
Not Onni's issues
Soon to be released
He's helped out at least
Post by: Fogtreader on June 01, 2015, 02:43:06 AM
Original Song: Lola - The Kinks
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I met him in the mist of his own dream space,
Where lightning flashes with his anger,
And it makes him look very scary.
V-E-R-Y scary,
He turned around and grabbed my lapels,
He asked me what I was and that was when I recalled,
His name’s Onni.
O-N-N-I Onni,
O-O-O-O-Onni.
I haven’t been around so I ain’t ever seen
A guy who acts real tough but he’s not that mean,
Oh just like Onni.
O-O-O-O-Onni.
Guess I’m kinda dumb cause I can’t understand,
How when he picked me up he had glowing hands,
Blue and glowy.
O-O-O-O-Onni,
O-O-O-O-Onni.
Well I just met his sister before,
I felt kinda bad that I couldn’t say more,
Onni asked if she was doing alright,
I’m such a bad friend for not asking last night.
Then his cousin came on by,
He stumbled inside and gave me the stink eye,
But not Onni.
No no no not Onni,
O-O-O-O-Onni.
Onni,
O-O-O-O-Onni.
O-O-O-O-Onni.
I ran from a dog,
I sank in a bog,
I angered Lalli,
I got punched by a tree,
But he lowered his hood and looked at me.
He said, “I guess this explains a lot,
He must be a foreign mage,” and I thought, “Say what?”
Oh man, Onni.
O-O-O-O-Onni.
“I don’t know much magic from your side of the fence,
You may walk through dreams but you have no defense,”
So said Onni.
O-O-O-O-Onni.
Well I left home just a week before,
And I never remembered my dreams before,
But Onni he told me something strange,
He said, “Little man you’re going to become a mage!”
Well I never had such a strange night of sleep,
But I guess my next job will not involve sheep,
Since I met Onni.
O-O-O-O-Onni,
O-O-O-O-Onni.
Onni,
O-O-O-O-Onni,
O-O-O-O-Onni.
Onni,
O-O-O-O-Onni,
O-O-O-O-Onni.
Post by: Brandenfascher on June 01, 2015, 02:41:54 PM
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Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every dream-like break
Every structure baked
I'll be helping you.
Every single day
Every word you say
Every troll you slay
Every night I stay
I'll be helping you.
Oh can't you see
How it's helping me?
For my poor heart aches
To redeem my mistakes
Every move you make
Every book you take
Every time we break
Every claim we stake
I'll be helping you.
Since I left I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night, yet I still lose my face
I looked around on the water I displace
I feel confused, both mages refused embrace
I'll keep helping baby, baby, please...
Oh can't you see
How it's helping me?
For my poor heart aches
To redeem my mistakes
Every move you make
Every book you take
Every time we break
Every claim we stake
I'll be helping you.
Every move you make
Every step you take
I'll be helping you...
I'll be helping you...
Post by: corncobman on June 02, 2015, 08:42:41 AM
Now Things in Order
Now Reynir's vanished, Lalli can't return,
Just a mere nuisance, his presence was spurned.
Rejected by the Finnish mage who's taciturn.
What shall he do now his bridge has been burned?
Onni wants Lalli to spend the night with him.
Preferred if he never again take the chance.
Speaking now to him with mood rather grim.
You can see the determination in his glance
Listen well, Lalli, it's a danger out there.
Don't leave your perimeter, don't interrupt.
Be ever watchful, be vigilant, beware.
Dreamland's more a nightmare with creatures corrupt.
Post by: corncobman on June 03, 2015, 02:56:21 AM
Looks Troubling
The words coming from Onni
Prompt a look of trepidation.
The very phrase causing worry,
The unpleasant kind of sensation.
Without responding further
Lalli sits right down beside.
Whatever this 'it' is, now,
From it he's having to hide.
What manner of unspoken thing
Thus causes Lalli to cede?
This mystery a very troubling
Sort of development indeed.
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Trouble by Ray Lamontagne (with a few small changes)
Trouble...
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble been doggin' my soul since the day I was born
Worry...
Worry, worry, worry, worry
Worry just will not seem to leave my mind alone
We'll I've been saved by my cousin
I've been saved by my cousin
I've been saved by my cousin
He won't let me go
He won't let me go now
He won't let me go
He won't let me go now
Trouble...
Oh, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
Feels like every time I get back on my feet
'It' come around and knock me down again
Worry...
Oh, worry, worry, worry, worry
Sometimes I swear it feels like
This worry is my only friend
We'll I've been saved by my cousin
I've been saved by my cousin
I've been saved by my cousin
He won't let me go
He won't let me go now
He won't let me go
He won't let me go now
Mee-Owww-Ohhhh
He good to me now
He gave me love and affection
He good tell me now
He gave me love and affection
I tried to leave here
Yes I tried here
I tried to leave here
I tried to leave...
He keeping me now
He's keeping me
He's keeping me
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on June 03, 2015, 03:55:17 PM
Based on Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day
Childhood has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Stay with me till you wake again
Like our parents come to pass
Eleven years have gone so fast
Stay with me till you wake again
Here comes the strain again
Taking care of you
Drenched in my pain again
Remembering the day of rue
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Stay with me till you wake again.
Peacetime has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Stay with me till you wake again
Don't cross that place again
Like you did with this strange man
Stay with me till you wake again
Here comes the pain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my fear again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what it took
Stay with me till you wake again
Danger has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Stay with me till you wake again
Like our parents come to pass
Eleven years have gone so fast
Stay with me till you wake again
Stay with me till you wake again
I guard you till you wake again
Post by: corncobman on June 04, 2015, 04:20:30 AM
Wet Work
Just Lalli and Onni talking alone
Sitting with their backs to the rock.
Talking about friends, only one known,
Whose influence he didn't completely block.
The bright peaceful setting shifts
To another more dark and melancholy.
Sigrun and Emil finishing their sift,
The skies above them storming considerably.
Emil peers out at the thundering sky
While Sigrun secures the bag in her hand.
Hoping the books and gramophones keep dry,
In the school, the weather pray to withstand.
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Shelter in the Rain (based on Crying in the Rain by the Everly Brothers)
I'll never let you see
The way the rain outside is rattlin' me
I've got my pride and I know how to hide
All my sorrow and pain
Here in my shelter in the rain
Our backs turned in the dry space
You don't see the grim expression on my face
You'll never know that I'm still worried so
Though the fears still remain
Here in my shelter in the rain
Rain drops fallin' from above
Just two bags full of the books that we stuffed
But since we're both together
I hope for calmer weather
To take those books we hope we'll never see
Today when the rainin's done
We're gonna wear our bags and walk in the sun
I may be a fool but till then, captain
You'll never hear me complain
Here in my shelter in the rain
Here in my shelter in the rain
Here in my shelter in the rain
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You've Got a Friend, Lalli
(based on You've Got a Friend in Me by Randy Newman)
You've got a friend, Lalli
You've got a friend, Lalli
When the road looks rough ahead
And you're miles and miles
From your nice warm bed
Just remember what your old pal said
Boy, you've got a friend, Lalli
You've got a friend, Lalli
You've got a friend, Lalli
You've got a friend, Lalli
You've got troubles, well I've got 'em too
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
We stick together and we see it through
You've got a friend, Lalli
You've got a friend, Lalli
Some other folks might be
A little bit smarter than I am
Bigger and stronger too
Maybe
But none of them will ever love you the way I do
It's me and you
And as the years go by
Boys, our friendship will never die
You're gonna see
It's our destiny
You've got a friend, Lalli
You've got a friend, Lalli
You've got a friend, Lalli
Post by: Mikko on June 04, 2015, 11:19:01 AM
67. Onni Confronts the Dream Intruder
Nopsaan kuni kyy tuo käärme
iski Onni käsin kylmin
hehkui mahti tietäijäisen
taikuudessapa totisen.
Switfly as a viper adder
struck then Onni with fists freezing
blazed the might of wiseman doughty
truest who was in his spellcraft.
Heitti houkan paatta vasten
raivo riuhtoi kivikolle
unen kiven kallioille
ahdistihe kauluksesta.
Threw the fool against the cliffside
with rage burning to the hillock
onto stones of dreamland mountain
by his cloak he this man forced there.
Reynir raukka unen utra
katselipa kauhuissansa
katsantoa tuiman miesin
kekäleinä kuni hehkui.
Oh poor Reynir, wretch in dreaming
looked upon him full of terror
stern-eyed visage of this man whose
burned like embers eyes before him.
Lausui tietäjä totinen,
puhui Onni ja komensi:
"Henki hullu, haamu heikko
ei oo kuuna ahdistellut
väijyskellyt vähäisempi
mua uniasunnossain.
Uttered then the truest wiseman,
spoke then Onni, thus commanded:
"Spirit senseless, weakest wraithling,
no has ever me harassed thus
lesser creature me has stalked here
in my dreaming's wizard haven.
Mikä olet, mistä tulet
luontos näytä näkyväksi
muoto omasi ojenna
paljastele hahmos aito!"
What then are you, whence have come thee,
show to me now thy true nature,
form reveal thy own before me
make plain shape of thy origins.
Kakisteli kauhuissansa
Reynir utra punapaula
peloissansa pajatteli
lausueli läkähtyen:
Gagged and staggered there in terror
Reynir poor, the redbraid girdled
babbled he then full of fears and
spoke aloud like man all parching.
"Tiedotonna, onnetonna
olen miesi eksynynnä
tiedän vähän vihastasi
syystä vimmaisen valasi!
"Without inkling man unlucky
I have erred on ways these errant
I know not of thy great anger
reasons for thy oaths and curses.
Päästä minut sekä säästä
sillä tunnen tuttujasi!
Naaman nuoren naisen näen
kasvot kaivan muististani!
Oh release me and so spare me
for I know those of thy kinsfolk!
Woman young, her face perceive I
features finding from my memory!
Kasvoiltansa pyöreäinen
soma oli neito nuori.
Lyhyt neiti pitkätukka
tosin vainen kuvassansa.
Nyt vain hivus lyhennynnä
muutoin muuttunut vähäsen.
Round of aspect is her visage,
sweet fair lady is this young maid.
Not too tall is this girl longbraid,
although only in her picture.
Now her hair has grown all shorter
in all else is same her aspect."
Äimistyikse ärjyväinen
velho vahva oiva Onni.
Kuinka tunsi siskosensa
tiesi kasvinkumppalinsa
tämä outo nuori miesi
kulkija punahivunen?
Thunderstruck was then man raging
wizard strong most splendid Onni.
How had knowledge of sweet sister,
of his growing up companion
this young man of strangest manner
this dreamfarer with red tresses.
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68. Conversation Continues
Jatkoi Reynir punakutri:
"Tytön tunnen, valkohiuksen
Tuuri on hän nimeltänsä
Veljyt vanhempi oot neidon
näen sen ja julki lausun
näinpä miesi pajattelen.
Went on Reynir of red tresses:
"I do know this girl, the white lock
Tuuri is what she is called and
elder brother of her you are
this I see and thus I utter
all these things I will now tell thee."
Vastas Onni, ihmetellen:
"Olet hänen kumppalinsa,
matkaveljyt vaaroissansa?
Kuinka onkaan laitansa ja,
kaipaileeko kotiansa
haikaileeko hän jo tänne?
Wonder-filled still answered Onni:
"Among are you of companions
journey-brother in her perils?
Tell I pray thee how she fares now,
is she missing much her homeland,
pining once more here to be then?
"En mä tiedä." vastas Reynir
"Kun en tullut kysyneeksi
tietäellyt tytön tilaa
tavatessa sisartasi
kuullessa valkohivusta.
Ystävä kai olen huono
kun en tuota tiedustellut.
"I know not" then answered Reynir
"For I did not this inquire,
thought to ask of her condition
when I met your sister last time
when I heard the white-lock woman.
I now see that friend am poor one,
when I even did not ask that."
Kysellyt ois paljon Onni
mutta hetkel kuumeisella
unen laitaan iski kovin
Lalli nyrkein narskahtavin
tahtoi läpi unen uksen
tulla velhon juttusille.
Much would Onni have inquired
but on this most heated moment
struck the side of dream then soundly
hammered gnashing knuckled Lalli
sought to enter through the dream door
come for confer with the wiseman.
Niinpä kävi tahdostansa
Onnin tietäjän totisen
unen uksi apposelleen
portti auki paukahteli.
Loikkasihe siitä Lalli
velhounen veräjästä.
By the will so this was granted
of this Onni truest wiseman
opened wide the door of dreaming
gate with clangor thrown agape then.
Jumped inside then young man Lalli
through the shaman dreaming's gateway.
69. A Shaman's Vigil
In the mists of dream I lay
in a fortress made of will
after each night comes new day
this believe I ever still.
This is always vigil mine
when the sleep me lures away
in the dream world serpentine
otherwise I'd go astray.
Dream within a dream I form
walls of will, gates pure of mind
hope to weather nightly storm
keeping out the spirit-kind.
Spirits, whispers, shades of soul
wander ways beneath the stars
where the chilling waters roll
dreaming's twilight darkness mars.
From the dreaming's current rising
ghostly clang, a dry cold sound
image deformed ghosts devicing
haggard wolf, a bird or hound.
Tuonela them out is keeping
so to land of dreams they cling
slowly through the slumbers seeping
wraiths all come on silent wing.
Souls in peril are in dreaming
mortal mankind far from light
ghosts of men and spirits scheming
seek to feed on them at night.
Thus I chant my incantation
as I sink to dreaming deep
this small world of my creation
conjure up to guard my sleep.
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70. Onni and Lalli Meet Once More
Loikki Lalli yli vetten
velhounen valtakuntaan
Onnin joka luonut oli
turvapaikan tutunlaisen,
missä kaikui metsät Suomen
korvet kuiski, muistot maansa.
Lalli leaping over waters
came to realm of wizard's dreaming
Onni's who had it created
sanctuary fair, familiar
Finland's forests where did echo
woods there whispered of their country.
Onnin unen laitamalla
velhoveljet Suomen pojat
tapasivat tuttavansa
ystävänsä yhyttivät
sukulaiset saapuvaiset
rakkaan kasvinkumppalinsa.
Limit on of Onnis' dreaming
brother shamans sons of Finland
met acquaintances both men then
friends familiar there encountered
kinsfolk who had just arrived there
each dear growing-up companion.
Sanat harvat mutta vahvat
sommitteli Onni, Lalli,
sillä silloin sanattakin
ilmaisivat kumpainenkin
kuinka ilo rinnassansa
nousi sekä veljesriemu.
Words few yet with feelings fill'ed
were by Onni, Lalli uttered,
wordlessly as they would confer
both would express in this silence
how a joy to their hearts hastened
brother-gladness rose inside them.
Virkkoi Onni, tiedusteli
nuoremmalta tietäjältä:
"Sinut tänne toiko tämä
outo miesi liittolainen
johdatteli jäljessänsä
rajalle velhouneni?"
Thus spoke Onni, this inquired
from his kindred younger wiseman
"Did he bring you here this fellow
is this strange young man your ally
were you led here by the redbraid
to the borders of my mage-dream?"
Vastas Lalli vimmoissansa,
tiuskahteli tuittupäinen:
"Liekö mulle liittolainen
moinen ulkomaiden utra
tuskin tunnen töykeätä
velhounen valtaajata."
Fully fuming anwered Lalli
sharply said the boy bad-tempered:
"He at all is not my ally,
fiend from foreign lands all wretched
rude this redbraid hardly know I
who my mage-dream too invaded."
"Kuinka hänet sieltä häädän
pidän poissa unistani?
Sisään tuli vailla vaivaa
mursi muurit muokkaamani
kaatoi suojat suorimani
siedä en mä miestä moista!"
"How can I him from dream banish
keep away from mine own slumbers?
Effortlessly he so entered
broke all walls I had deviced and
brought down all my true protections
I can't go such man abiding!"
Lausui Onni noin nimesi:
"Velho hän on muilta mailta
tietäjä eri lajinen.
Et voi häntä ehdoin estää
voimansa on toista maata
sepä paljon selittääkin."
Onni uttered thus he named things:
"He is wiseman from lands other
he a different kind of shaman.
Cannot you his craft this hinder
for his powers are of strange sort,
which aplenty to me explains."
"Kerran kuullut olen heistä
vähäsenpä tiedän vainen
tuosta velhokansastansa
kaukaisista tietäjistä.
Mitkä mahdit mahtaa olla
heillä hurjat hallussansa?"
I have heard but few times of them
know a little of them only
of their wizardfolk, of wisemen
shamans from the land far foreign.
What might be their mighty magics
what posses they hidden powers."
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71. Reynir Just Wants to Help
With puppy eyes he'll follow you
he'll shout and bark and yelp
for Reynir's comrade tried and true
he's here to serve and help.
All barriers he'll in dream break
he inadvertent slumbers spoils
but Reynir all tries better make
in helping tireless ever toils.
He clueless goes a-skipping there
and causes mischief, grief
but waking or in dreams he'll care
and tries to bring relief.
As ever plucky redbraid goes
with his can-do attitude
he'll try to mend all sorrows, woes
to earn teams' gratitude.
72. The Trouble With Reynir
Katselivat velhoveljet
pohtivaiset punapäätä
joka heille heilutteli
tervehtien taputteli
hymyellen hyvänlainen
ystäväksi yrittävä.
Watched him still the wisemen brethren
full of deep thought at the redhead
who was then them gladly greeting
with his hand was happy waving
with a smile and friendly visage
tried so hard to make friends of them.
Siinä silloin kummissansa
Reynir punapalmikkoinen
häviävän huomasikin
muodon äkkiarvaamatta,
kalpeni tuo miehen muoto
kävi läpikuultavaksi.
Then he was in full astounded
Reynir of the braid so reddest
realized that vanishing was
all asudden form was fading,
ever paler grew his outline
turning was his shape translucent.
Huusi kauhun kalvamana
lyömänä pelonkipinän:
Antakaatte apuanne!
Miten mulle nyt jo käykään
katoanko kaikkisesti
erkanenko elämästä?!!!
Gripped by sudden fear he cried out
as was struck by sparks of horror:
Oh you men now aid and help me!
Happening what is to me thus
do I vanish now forever,
erased I am be'ing from life?!!!
Virkkoi Onni noin nimesi:
"Vaikka olet vaivan alla
kumman tuon velhokykysi
silti sua siitä kiitän,
jotta saatoit serkukseni
luoksein läpi unen usvan.
Then said Onni, thus he named it:
"Oh regardless of your issues
of your vexing shaman powers
I thee thank for your all efforts
for thus guiding here my cousin
through the misty lands of dreaming.
Kummissansa, hämillänsä
kadotessa unen muodon
ymmärsipä vihdoin Reynir
sanat Onnin kiitolliset.
Huusi silloin suurin riemuin:
"Minä autoin!" Kiljaisihe.
Though was baffled,all confused still
when the form of dream was fading
finally he understood them
words of Onni those most grateful.
Then he shouted full of gladness:
"I helped" screamed he all-rejoicing.
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73. Onni's Sage Advice
Puhelipa velhopari
keskenänsä keskusteli
piti miehet neuvoansa
syvyyksissä unen usvan
velhounen vartiossa
Onnin unen turvamaassa.
Conferred then the shaman pairing
with each other had discussions
had a council men together
in the mists of deepest dreaming
in the vigil of the mage-sleep,
Onni's dreamscape sanctuary.
Sanoi Lalli, puhui poika,
ilmaisihe ilmoillensa:
"Enää en voi palaella
unen uksen kaidan kautta
oman unen valtakuntaan
läpi maiden uneksunnan."
Thus spake Lalli, young man uttered
this he expressed and let out pour:
"No more can I there return now
through your narrow doors of dreaming
to the realms of mine own resting
through the endless depths of slumbers.
Vastaeli Onni oiva
tietäjä aina totinen:
Älä kulje unen mailla
tuiki vainen vaaraisilla
parempi jo tänne jäädä
täksipä yheksi yöksi.
Did so answer Onni doughty
truest who was always wiseman:
"Do not journey through the dreaming
that is wild and full of dangers
better here remain for you is
for this night with me to stay safe.
Kohta keksin keinojakin
taidan toiset tavat löytää
joilla Tuurin tavoittaisin
sinut kaukaa kurottaisin
valmistelen voimillani
loitsuillani luonnostelen.
Soon I'll might find some devices
other ways discover could I
how to contact make with Tuuri
from afar how I could reach you
with mine powers this prepare I
with mine spells this I am sketching.
Lalli loihe lausumahan
villihivus vastaeli:
Eikö miesi muukalainen
velho vieras voine auttaa
kerralla myös seuraavalla
kuni sua tavoittelen?
Lalli then prepared and spoke thus
gave in answer boy wild-hair'ed:
"Could not man of foreign visage
that strange wiseman help in this task
also then as comes the next time
when have I the need to meet you?
Käsken Tuurin komennella
siskos miestä maanitella
minut maassa unen taasen
luokse sinun saattahaman
jotta voimme veljesvelhot
kera toisen keskustella.
Tuuri I will ask him order
sister yours to plead assistance
so he will in land of dreaming
guide me once again to you and
thus can we the wisemen brethren
with each other councils confer.
Virkki täten turkisnuttu,
Onni tuima noin nimesi:
Ällös uhmaa pyyntöäni,
pysy suojassa pesäsi
velhoturvan tuntumassa
loitsurajan sisäpuolla.
This he uttered in his furcloak
Onni doughty named things thusly:
"Do not defy mine fair request
stay you safe in your own dreamnest
in the cirles of your mage-walls
inside limits of your spell sphere.
Väitä älä vastaan veljyt
uhittele uhmallasi!
Unen usvaan ällös lähde
jottei henget sua hyydä
jottei sielu surmattuna
kulje Kalman kartanoilla.
Against argue do not brother
resist me in thy defiance!
Do not walk the mists of dreaming,
so that spirits do not chill you
so your soul shall not be slain and
not on Death's mark soon be wandr'ing.
Katsein vakain katsoi Onni
teräs tuikki silmissänsä
ymmärsipä valkohivus
kissansilmä nuori Lalli
teki kuten velho tahtoi
tottelihe tietäjäänsä.
With gaze steady looked him Onni
steel in eyes was calmly gleaming.
Understood then youth this white-haired
realized it cat-eyed Lalli
did he as the wizard willed him
thus obeyed he of men wiser.
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74. Obedience
Synkin ilmein istui Onni
Lallillepa lausahteli:
"Sepä meitä vielä etsii
koittaa saada käsihinsä
siksi piirit pääsi päälle
lue loitsut turvaksesi
jottei unen uhka pääse
lepopaikan lujan läpi."
Onni sat with dark expression
this he spoke to young man Lalli:
"Looking for us It is once more
tries to lay Its claws about us
so you chant the spheres above you
read protection incantations
thus does not the dreaming menace
come through to your resting stronghold."
Kullanpunaa loisti maailma
metsät unen unelmissa
korpi kuiski kaikki rauhaa
vedet lauloi virvoitusta
tuuli tuutulauluansa
turvaa taivas pyhää tyyni.
Golden red was world then glowing
forests these in depths of dreaming
woods all whispered message peaceful
waters vigours sang renewing
wind was lullabies it chanting
skies they promised sacred safety.
Katsoi kaksin mielin Lalli
pohti hänkin huoliansa
halutonna toimimahan
lähtemähän tulemahan
siellä Onnin unosessa
punahämyn aarniossa.
Of two minds was then young Lalli
he then pondered his own troubles
was unwilling to take action
either go or stay in this place
there in Onni's sphere of slumbers
in the woods of redflame evening.
"Istu!" virkki vanhempansa
osoitteli vierellensä
siihen vitkaan velhoveljyt
laskeutui ja tottelihe
Onni sentään sukulainen
sekä oppimestarinsa.
"Sit!" spoke curtly of men elder
pointed down on earth beside him
there he slowly wiseman brother
down descended and obeyed thus
Onni after all was kinsman
teacher was his, wiseman master.
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75. From Dream World to a Silent One
Istui siinä sukulaiset
unen veden partahalla
hämyssä kultaisen usvan
illan valon väräjävän
rauhassa Onnin unosen
suojissa tietäjän totisen.
Sat there both of these two kinsmen
on the edge of dreaming waters
in the golden mist of twilight
in the evening light a-quiver
in the peace of Onni's dreaming
in the stronghold of true wiseman.
Siinä miehet tavatessa
istuksihe iloissansa
Onni kera nuoren Lallin
halus tietää tutultansa
kyselipä kuulumiset
tieteli tapahtuneita.
There the men as now were meeting
sat both down in silent gladness
Onni then with young man Lalli.
Fellow from this close, familiar
he desired all the news hear
to know all what had transpired.
Eipä tiennyt paljon Lalli
ystäviä liekö saanut
arvelipa vitkaan vainen
yhden kenties tavanneensa
toveriksi todenneensa
noista matkakumppaneista.
Did not know much this young Lalli
had he friendships formed on journey
though thought then when slowly pondered
that he might have person met one
who he thought to be a comrade
among all travel companions.
***
In the eve of greyness still
when the waters pour from skies
as the rain drops with sound fill
world embrace with endless sighs
Emil in the Silent land
waits and waits as minutes fly
Sigrun busy close at hand
parcels wrapping, movements spry.
Where is staring this young man
looking beyond water's veil
what his sight reveal then can
twilight when descends this pale?
Return journeys he might muse
dangers lurking down that way
joyous as they'll bring the news
to friends waiting the next day.
Perhaps thinks of friends and home
might he long for lands he knew
as he now is doomed to roam
lands so empty known by few.
Could adventures ponder he
with his comrades new and true
worry might what fate their be
without him to help them through.
But we leave these thoughts in gloam
treasures as they gather still
world this silent as they roam
find home to friends I hope they will.
Post by: corncobman on June 05, 2015, 12:03:03 PM
He Recons, He Heard It...
Another noise Emil has heard.
"Wait, we can leave? Never mind."
"Don't be wimp, that's just absurd."
Alone to explore Emil is assigned.
Make sure that no beast is following.
If it's a deer, shoot it for tea.
How unlucky he is to be her underling.
She's not gonna take no for an answer, is she?
Off with a shove she makes him go out,
Nervous reluctance, he seems like a wreck.
In here he'd rather not just hang about.
Instead the source of the noise he has to check.
Sigrun stays with the bags unconcerned.
She's just thinking it's all games and fun.
Still talking to him with her back turned.
He just keeps on walking, clutching his gun.
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Emil's Got A Gun (based on Billy's Got A Gun by Def Leppard)
Emil's got a gun, not having fun
Confusion in his mind, the blind leads the blind
Oh, Emil's got a gun, he's gonna shoot it down
He's got panic in his eyes, got a reason for surpise
There's danger in the air
Can you feel it in the air?
Danger (Such a strange emotion)
Can you feel it in the air?
Oh he now walks slowly now through the corridor
His raw hubris he suffered for
In a room of dark and light, with both butt-cheeks just clenched tight
Just searching for a sound, just a-stumbling around
He's walking through the grounds to track that danger down
Oh Emil, why you got that gun?
Never given an easy break
Gettin' out is the chance he'd take
It could be your last big stake
(He could be so helpless)
As a bird with a broken wing
Like a pup in a giant's den
Gonna fall but he won't know when
He heard noises in his ear, saw shadows on the wall
And the ghastly sound of silence, as the rain begins to fall
When his heart beats out like thunder, but refusal was too late
As the rain came down on the sodden ground
It was the hand of fate
And a room of nothing to be found
But Emil couldn't wait
Post by: Brandenfascher on June 05, 2015, 12:44:22 PM
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Emil boy and Cap' Sigrun
Walkin' through the school halls
Chattin' back and forth
At what the other'ne has to say
Reminicin', This-'n'-thattin'
Havin' such a good time
Oo de lalli, oo de lalli
Golly, what a day.
Never ever thinkin' there was danger further down there
Sigrun's havin' Emil scout it all down
Never dreamin' that some schemin' beast dogs or a kitten
Was a-watchin' Emil putterin' around
Emil boy and Cap' Sigrun
Runnin' through the school halls
Got the cat n' dodgin' desks
An' tryin' to get away
Contemplatin' nothin'
But escape an' fin'lly makin' it
Oo de lalli, oo de lalli
Golly, what a day
Oo de lalli, oo de lalli
Golly, what a day.
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on June 05, 2015, 01:26:17 PM
Based on Maybe by Thom Pace
Deep inside my sleeping is a door into another land
Here is a place to rest, I am staying
here forever in the beauty of this place all alone
But keep on hoping.
Maybe, there's a friend out there who cares for me
Maybe, I'll be nice to him next time
Living in the team we serve to dream
Stay by me, take good care.
Walking through a land where everything first seems so dangerous
Still beauty can be found
We are shivering all so badly
Through the whispers of the trolls as we dream
About friendship dreams.
Maybe, there's a friend out there who cares for me
Maybe, I'll be nice to him next time
Living in the team we serve to dream
Stay by me, take good care.
Post by: corncobman on June 07, 2015, 10:31:50 PM
Trolldog based on Catdog
One fine day with a pssaah and a mrah
A worm dog was found and it made an Emil crap
No blue bug
And no three-eyed frog
Just a wormy canine little trolldog
Trolldog
Trolldog
Alone in the world was a little trolldog
Alone in the world was a little trolldog
Out on the road or back in town
All kind of critters putting trolldog down
Gotta rise above it
Gotta try to get along
Gotta walk together
Gotta sing this song
Trolldog
Trolldog
Alone in the world was a little trolldog
Trolldog
Trolldog
Alone in the world was a little trolldog
Trolldog
Trolldog
Alone in the world was a little trolldog
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Drained Killer
Emil stands alone in the rain
Hearing the dreaded sounds once again
Checking it out would be such a pain
Hoping he stays quiet, restrained
He heard the noises, fighting wildcats
No his guess is wrong, larger than that
A wild dog, not felines having a spat
He isn't ready for what he's looking at
The shock on his face is all too plain
Trolls are the Swedish man's bane
Poor doggy has got worms on the brain
Emil no longer alone in the rain
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on June 08, 2015, 03:13:11 PM
Always hearing quiet dripping
In the silence of the rooms
Somewhere deers are standing, sipping
At the puddles as it looms.
Stalking danger faintly scratching
On the concrete of the street
As it goes and will be searching
Hiding meals prone at its feet.
Startled cleanser slowly crawling
Back to flimsy shelter room
Hopes it didn't hear the bawling
Is the kindle here in doom?
Does he have to get the fire
Of the cleansers out of shell
Is the danger really dire
So that he must release hell?
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on June 08, 2015, 07:48:06 PM
Kill it, Emil!
Instinct says
Lest you let it
Lope away
Trusty rifle at your side
Help the kitties that did hide
End the menace from outside
Be their hero!
End it now!
As it lunges
Shoot it down!
Then you won’t a wimp be found
Post by: corncobman on June 09, 2015, 12:50:22 AM
Eyesore
Emil watches the dog look up a column,
An injured kitty struggles at the top.
The whole picture is looking very glum.
Hope the poor feline doesn't suddenly drop.
The bleeding cat struggles for breath,
While the beast scratches the base of the post.
If it's not careful, it could catch its death,
In the mouth of the waiting parasite host.
The sight for sore eyes is a horrible sight,
Worms in the eye or even deeper perhaps.
The inflicted beast in this terrible plight
Should be quickly put out of its misery, ASAP.
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The Eyes by Dio (with a few small changes)
Oh no - they're at it again
Writhing inside those eyeballs
Coming through gaps before canine could call
Get out - cause they're breaking the dog
It can no longer now see
Places where I can hide can't get much smaller
I have no more pleasant dreams
Where nothing can touch me
Maybe I'll find a way to disappear
No one moves - and no one dies
Just the eyes
I've run as fast as I can
Thinking it'll never catch me
What a waste of breath a waste of time
Feel like digging a hole
Going in even deeper
Maybe it just can't see this place of mine
I'll be lost - so no goodbyes
If I don't move it won't take my life
Oh the eyes
Oh no - they've done it again
Sent beast that no longer lives
Searching for signs of life and that means me
In all my horrible dreams
When no one is watching
It makes the whole world blind and nothing's free
It's just lost - so no replies
If no one looks then no one dies
Just the eyes
Those eyes
Climbing columns
Even won't suffice
I can't find a way
Cause wormthings rot the eyes
Post by: corncobman on June 10, 2015, 05:26:50 AM
Bullet Time
Emil takes aim while the beast turned that way.
Steadily trying to keep his composure.
Holding the gun up before his beastly prey.
Should have shot it before it got closer.
Now the element of surprise has gone,
He talks to the beast or maybe himself too.
Terrible wailing escapes the nightmare spawn.
As he tries to keep his aim straight and true.
Then Emil sprays bullets all over the place.
Not hitting anything solidly, somehow.
Now the target creature has lunged for his face.
The bullets do nothing to stop it. What now?
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Stray Wormdog (based on Hey Bulldog by the Beatles)
Wormdog
Standing in the rain
Beast-dog
Looks like you're in pain
Some kind of vacancy is displayed in your eyes
I think that I've lost the element of suprise
Can't feel
It can't understand
Cold steel
In my sweaty hands
Some kind of wild beast call this weird sound in my ears
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears
Dog, please leave me be
Dog, please leave me be
Dog, please leave me be
If you're alive dog just leave me be
Yeah uh-oh!
No, No!
Yeah!
No, no, no, no!
No, no!
Big dog (Yeah)
Walking in the school
Blam blam
Have to keep my cool
Some kind of agony is measured out in you
I think I've got you but my bullets are too few
Dog, please leave me be
Dog, please leave me be
Dog, please leave me be
If you're alive dog just leave me be
Hey!
Pshhh! Nyuu! Nyuu!
Stray wormdog! Stray wormdog!
Stray wormdog! Stray wormdog!
[Hey man, what's that noise?
Nyuuuuu!
What d'you say?
It said nyuuuu!
D'you feel anymore?
Wooaah ha ha ha!
You've got it, that's great! That's right! That's it, man, hoo!
Give it to me, man, hurry! I've got worm children, ho!
Ah ho! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Off boy, off!
Aaaghh.]
Stray wormdog!
Stray wormdog!
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Blood Hound
Blight afflicted
Red-streaked crease
Waiting for it
The sweet release
Endless torment
Hollow-eyed
Madness hell-bent
No soul inside
Thoughtless, sightless
No spirit left
Mindless, hopeless
Senses bereft
Withered vacant
Empty shell
Mercy to grant
Bullet hell
Piercing rounds
Few but hit flesh
Haunting hound
Lunges afresh
Post by: slim kittens on June 10, 2015, 01:09:39 PM
For our poor beast-dog and anyone who's ever loved and been loved by a dog.
Courtesy of John McCrae
THROUGH RAIN-SOAKED FIELDS
Through rain-soaked fields the orphans go
Into the ruins, row on row,
These are the places we did lie
Among our own; at peace and dry
Where are they now? We do not know
We are the dogs. Long days ago
We ran, saw sun, felt hearthside's glow
Loved and were loved, and now we roam
Through rain-soaked fields.
Take up the hunt, our ancient foe
Packsong hunger, packsong glow
By pack abandoned, we remain.
We are the pack, and in the rain
We wander on till we are home
Through rain-soaked fields.
Post by: Fogtreader on June 11, 2015, 04:02:49 AM
Based on "I Shot the Sheriff" - Bob Marley
I shot the rash hound,
But I did not shoot the derp kitty.
Oh no, ohh!
I shot the rash hound,
But I did not shoot the derp kitty.
Ooh, ooh, ooooh!
All about in the base camp,
My friends they put me down,
They say they think I am guilty,
For the hurting of a derp kitty,
For the wounding of a derp kitty.
But I say,
I shot the rash hound,
But I swear it was in self-defense.
Ooh, ooh, ooooh!
I shot the rash hound,
You know it jumped straight at me on the offense.
Ooh, ooh, ooooh!
Captain Sigrun called me a wimp,
‘Cause I thought I heard a moan.
I tried to say it was nothing,
She said, Kill it before we go,
She said, Kill it before we go.
And so, And so…
Put it in my file!
I shot the rash hound,
But I swear it was in self-defense.
(Where was the derp kitty?)
Ooh, ooh, ooooh!
I say, I shot the rash hound,
But I swear it was in self-defense.
OooOOooo!
There was no way I could back out,
I had to go and look around.
All of a sudden I saw a scary monster!
In the form of a great big hound,
So I shot, I shot, I shot it down.
And I say,
Please believe me Mr. Holmes!
I shot the rash hound,
But I did not shoot no derp kitty.
(I didn’t shoot no derp kitty)
Oh no, oh!
I shot the rash hound,
But I did not shoot no derp kitty.
Ooh, ooh, ooooh!
Reflexes got the better of me,
And the gun has poor accuracy.
You know it was set on full auto,
It’s hard to aim when you empty the clip,
It’s hard to aim when you empty the clip.
I say,
I-I-I, I shot the rash hound,
Lord I did not shoot the derp kitty!
I…I
shot the rash hound,
But I did not shoot the derp kitty.
Post by: corncobman on June 11, 2015, 10:59:08 AM
Brain Trauma
Bullets zipping through far and wide
Emil remorseful as the hound lies on its side
Still standing in the door as he cried
Witnessed it drop on its downward slide
Lucky Emil, all the trolls he attracts
Gun clip is empty after keeping it back
Eventually stopping the charging attack
Flesh ripping along the visible track
Letting out a whining from deep within
Changing to a more shrill kind of din
Foreshadows the transformation to begin
Bulbous blobs with legs pierce fur and skin
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I Believe This Dog is Bust (based on Another One Bites the Dust by Queen)
Oh! Let's go!
I just sneaked quietly down the lane
With my profile way down low.
Ain't no sound but the sound of the rain,
Machine guns ready to go.
Was I ready, hey, was I ready for this?
Was I looking for something good to eat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
I believe this dog is bust
I believe this dog is bust
And another one gone, and another one gone
I believe this dog is bust
Hey, I told it not to move
I believe this dog is bust
How did I think the beast would play along
It's no more any hound
Then I shot out everything that I had
And it's still not staying down, yeah
Looks unhappy, it sounds like it cried
It's now fallen off its feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
I believe this dog is bust
I believe this dog is bust
And another one gone, and another one gone
I believe this dog is bust
Hey, I told it not to move
I believe this dog is bust
Aw take it!
Dog is bust
Dog is bust
Hey!
Hey!
I believe this dog is bust
I believe this dog is bust, oh!
I believe this dog is bust, hey hey!
I believe this dog is bust
There isn't any way that I'm gonna stay here man
All alone here with this sound
I just beat it, I just shot it
Now it looks real bad but it's still not stayed down
Now it's changing, yes, it's changing right now
It's changing to this pile of meat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating to the sound of the beat
I believe this dog is bust
I believe this dog is bust
And another one gone, and another one gone
I believe this dog is bust
Hey, I told it not to move
I believe this dog is bust
Post by: corncobman on June 12, 2015, 11:35:08 PM
Breakout In Rash
Bony limbs protrude from the spine
Stretching out long, spindly and thin
Only now the strickenly canine
Just revealing the horror within
The skull of the dog-beast intact
Nothing remains that can be recognised
Worms dripping from every hole and crack
Pouring from the nose, head and eyes
Tearing the flesh and ripping skin
The twisting and scratching leg bone
Flailing around its multiple limbs
Like a terrible bloody and bony cyclone
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Spider Back Bone Doggy
(based on Gimme Back My Bullets by Lynyrd Skynyrd)
Seems so strange when its changin', yes indeed
Well I've seen the horror and the bleeding's been on me
But I keep on cleansin' like the cleansin' man do
And I've got my flames together, gonna burn all over you
Spider back bone doggy
Oh keep it back, it looks so wrong
No longer a hound, and I emptied my gun
And now I'm gonna turn tail and run
Spider back bone doggy
Sweet talkin' Sigrun done made me search this school
And I've heard many noises to scare and make me lose my cool
But I'm leavin' this room one door ahead of you
'Cos I've got all of the bullets enough for you to chew
Spider back bone doggy
Oh keep it back, it looks so wrong
No longer a hound, and I emptied my gun
And now I'm gonna turn tail and run
Spider back, spider back bone doggy
Oh, keep it back... it looks so wrong
Been military since I turned seventeen
Well I was a smart guy, and then it seems I found my dream
Now I'm headed back, I'm feelin' better everyday
Tell all these dog-gone grosslings, better get out of my way
Spider back bone doggy
Keep it back, it looks so wrong
No longer a hound, and I emptied my gun
And now I'm gonna turn tail and run
Spider back, spider back bone doggy
Oh keep it back, it looks so wrong
Spider back bone doggy
Post by: corncobman on June 14, 2015, 10:32:22 PM
This Dog's Expired (based on Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis)
You change my nerves and spider my brain
Too many worms make a dog insane
I'm gonna kill
Oh what a chill
Goodness gracious
This dog's expired
I learned to live with some parasites within
They came along now they're under my skin
They changed my mind
And took my spine
Goodness gracious
This dog's expired
They ate my innards, nyuuu, no longer feel
Now my minds blurred
They transformed me with all these legs concealed
You're mine, to dine
I can tell but I can only whine whine whine whine
I'm a troll creature now my mind's so numb
I caught a disease and I've succumbed
Come on sparkly
I'll come and get yee
Goodness gracious
This dog's expired
They ate my innards, nyuuu-uuuuuuuu, no longer feel
Now my minds blurred
They transformed me with all these legs concealed
You're mine, to dine
I can tell but I can only whine whine whine whine
I'm a troll creature now my mind's so numb
I caught a disease and I've succumbed
Come on sparkly
I'll come and get yee
Goodness gracious
This dog's expired
Post by: corncobman on June 15, 2015, 01:58:16 AM
Limber Up
Emil stares in shock with his eyes popping out
Just trying to escape the new terrible form
While he tries to run, just "Sigrun!" he shouts
The beast flailing its limbs like a chasing storm
Meanwhile Sigrun approaches with no urgency
She seems not to hear the Swede's shooting spree
Does she have no idea of what Emil is fending, or
Does she know how to deal with the grossling impending?
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Run Emil Run (based on Run Rabit Run)
In this school, while it's raining
In this school, treat this like training
So ev'ry morning that Emil comes along
I got up early and made this little song
Run Emil, run Emil, run, run, run
Run Emil, run Emil, run, run, run
Klick, klick, klick, already shot your gun
Run Emil, run Emil, run, run, run, run
Run Emil, run Emil, run, run, run
Don't let spidog get you son, son, son
It cannot eat any Emil meat
So run Emil, run Emil, run, run, run
Run Emil, run Emil, run, run, run
Run Emil, run Emil, run, run, run
Klick, klick, klick, already shot your gun
Run Emil, run Emil, run, run, run, run
Run Emil, run Emil, run, run, run
Now time to shout for Sigrun, run, run
Time to stretch your little Emil legs
So run Emil, run Emil, run, run, run
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on June 15, 2015, 02:14:37 AM
Young Mister Emil
Went like a schlemiel
To get some books today
Along came a… *Looks at picture*
*Ahem* A-along came a… *Looks at picture again*
Ummmmmm… 'Bye!
*Sound of running feet*
aH, wHeRe WeRe wE?
LIttLe DoG-sPiDeR
cAmE aFTeR tHe tWErp
wHo ShoT aWay iTs LeGs
aLoNG cAmE a SiGrUn...
uMmmmmMmmMMMmm…
rUn, DoGgiE!
Post by: corncobman on June 16, 2015, 06:29:57 AM
Splitting Pairs
Emil continues to run from the chase,
Trying to evade like a Swede out of hell.
Sigrun however comes through a different space,
Confused, "Really? A cat's making him yell?"
They just missed each other by mere moments,
In adjacent corridors, they've shuffled around.
Sigrun is bemused by the transpiring events,
Oblivious to the threat now bearing him down.
Now, the dreaded monster is scrambling for him,
Panting and hissing as it chases the guy.
Emil pulls his gun out again on a whim,
Pulling the trigger while he closed his eyes.
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Don't Want This Dog (based on I Want it All by Queen)
Transforming grossling, chasing me to eat
Just an scary spidog, light on its feet
I'm running and screaming, with no time for doubt
With the fear and panic, can't see a way out
It ain't much I'm asking, I wanna say
Gotta reload my ammo while running away
Don't want this dog
Don't want this dog
Don't want this dog, I don't want it now
Don't want this dog
Don't want this dog
Don't want this dog, I don't want it now
Listen to me Sigrun, I'm running round
This creepy thing's not a tame cat, chasing me now on the ground
But just help me, huh, kill this thing right here
Sigrun do you hear me, make it disappear
It ain't much I'm asking, if you hear me now
Help kill it Sigrun, or I turn to chow
Don't want this dog (take this dog - don't want this dog)
Don't want this dog (yeah)
Don't want this dog, I don't want it now
Don't want this dog (yes don't want this dog)
Don't want this dog hey
Don't want this dog, I don't want it now
I'm a man with a face so fair
So much to do and much to wear (Sigrun do you hear me)
Just a man for fashion flair and stylin' care and sparkle hair
So I'm killing this dog, yes I'm killing this dog
And I'm drilling this dog, and I'm drilling this dog
Oooh oh yeah yeah - ha ha ha ha ha
Yeah yeah yeah yeaaah
Don't want this dog
It ain't much I'm asking, just hear my prayer
Come help me Sigrun
Now that I'm running scared (I'm running scared) (I'm running scared)
Don't want this dog
Don't want this dog
Don't want this dog, I don't want it now
Don't want this dog yeah yeah yeaaaah
Don't want this dog
Don't want this dog, I don't want it now
Oh oh oh oh oooh
I don't want it - now
Don't want it
Don't want it
Oooooooh nah!
Post by: corncobman on June 17, 2015, 01:40:07 PM
Closed the Gap, Suddenly Snap
Bullets ricochet this way and that.
Hitting walls and floor with a ra-ta-ta-tat.
Bony legs pierce the fragile school walls,
Dashing and leaping to prepare for its maul.
The beast somehow evades all the shots,
Carefully aiming at it, Emil is not.
Emil and the chasing beast, run further still,
The fearsome creature moves in for the kill.
The beast still trying to get a hold of its snack.
But then it suddenly jerked its head back.
The grossling's eyes aren't fully dead yet,
Has it remembered that it used to be a dear pet?
Post by: corncobman on June 19, 2015, 12:31:09 AM
Stop and Reflect
Confused noises ring,
While chased target evades.
Forth strange scenes bring
Of pools, light and shade.
Like a distant spring,
Of which memory fades.
Such a curious thing,
With bent bony blades.
The beast is amazed
By the changing scene.
Groans as it lays,
Betwixt and between.
Weird being dazed at
This state unforeseen.
Strange now its gaze,
Looks through the screen.
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Come Back Lost Dog Don't Go
(based on Come Back to What You Know by Embrace)
Come back lost dog don't go
You're getting taken real slow
Your mind has lost you but you can't fully go
Before you disappear
Just come back here, bright and clear
Here you've got no more to lose
You pour ghoul
So take it easy
On yourself
There's something new about
The sharp things on your pelt
You'll never come back round
Or ever feel the way
That you've felt before now
So coming back lost dog this glow don't mean a thing
Everything that you've done won't set you free
Now you know that you've lost your mind
Come back and let me set things right
You're coming back lost dog you know
'Cos you know that you're a beastie, now it's gone
Now you know that you've lost your mind
Come back and let me set things right
So hang on to what you've got, keep it safe
Hang on to what you've got
Keep it safe from harm
You'll find there's something new you've got to leave behind
Come back lost dog don't go
You're getting taken real slow
You wanna come back but you've lost your mind
You've let go, now the creature in you knows
You were gone so long ago
So coming back lost dog this glow don't mean a thing
Everything that you've done won't set you free
Now you know that you need more time
Come back and let me set things right
I'm coming back to what you know
'Cos you know that you're a beastie, now it's gone
Now you know that you've lost your mind
Come back and let me set things right
So hang on to what you've got, keep it safe
Hang on to what you've got
Keep it safe from harm
Lost your mine, lost your mind
So coming back lost dog this glow don't mean a thing
Everything that you've done won't set you free
Now you know that you need more time
Come back and let me set things right
You're coming back lost dog you know
'Cos you know that you're a beastie, now it's gone
Now you know that you've lost your mind
Come back and let me set things right
Come back lost dog don't go
You're getting taken real slow
Your mind has lost you but you can't fully go
Post by: corncobman on June 19, 2015, 10:57:02 PM
Go Back, No Attack.
Emil stands with the wall to his back.
He heard the beast's distant groaning call,
He readied himself for the impending attack.
But the creature didn't reach him there at all.
He finds it odd the doggy didn't get near,
He approaches with caution the prior corridor,
Still unsettling noises from it he hears.
Back again to where he was running before.
However the thing is not where it changed,
Seeing the grossling's now much more sedate.
It's now outside, in the rain, out of range.
He calls out to it in the downpour: "Ah, wait!"
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Ah Wait (based on Can't Wait by Foreigner)
I've been in this school a long time
We've been travellin' for days
But it seems I'm getting lost now
I just can't find my way
I've been following directions
But they must be out of date
And I can't, and I can't, and I can't, no I can't
Help it now, it's too late
See I've got to stop that doggy
Cause I need to shoot it out
I've got to take these books now
Cash I cannot do without
Wait doggy ah wait, ah wait another moment
Dog ah wait, dog ah wait another heartbeat
Come back ah wait, ah wait another moment
Doggy ah wait another heartbeat
Dog ah wait so I can shoot you
And the rain goes on forever
It seemed to stop the beast
Now more important than ever
I can shoot it dead at least
Oh I know I'm going to find it
Cause I'm following this thing
And I can't, and I can't, no I can't turn back
Peace now I must bring
And I know it appeared over here
Then all the shots I've missed
It's got that way about it now
I couldn't see this twist
Wait doggy ah wait, ah wait another moment
Dog ah wait, dog ah wait another heartbeat
Come back ah wait, ah wait another moment
Doggy ah wait another heartbeat
Dog ah wait so I can shoot you
Doggy ah wait
I ah wait another moment
Doggy ah wait another heartbeat
Dog ah wait so I can shoot you
Doggy ah wait
No no no ah wait
No no no
Ah wait
No no no
Ah wait
Post by: slim kittens on June 20, 2015, 11:53:35 PM
A "less-than-happy" (ahem) Sigrun informs Emil what is expected of him,
as everyone's life could depend on any one team member.
Courtesy of Alice Cooper: />
SCHOOL'S BACK
Well you got no choice
You sparkly boy
You can make some noise
With your flashy toys
But you can't be trusted
Out on your own
Be a team player or we
Won't get home
School's back for weapons
School's back for tracking
School's back for knife work
No more random
Friendly fire
When you don't know
Where we are
Well you got no training
And you got no confidence
And you got no discipline
You're gonna get us all killed!
School's back for recon
School's back for tactics
School's back till I say!
Si-tu-a-tion-
al awareness
Good will save us
Bad will kill us
We can make it
Work together
If we don't
We're here forever
School's back for hunting
School's back for fighting
School's back for team work
School's back till I say!
Post by: Fogtreader on June 22, 2015, 03:49:01 PM
Copenhagen (At the Copen)
Her name was Lola,
She was a rash hound.
With those tentacles in her eyes,
And a slit right down her spine.
Her nose would sniff-sniff,
And feet would splish-splash.
And while her collar held her heart,
She was not a monster at the start.
She was a once loved pet,
Very nice oh you bet,
But now she doesn’t want to chase sticks,
Since she killed her vet!
At the Copen,
Copenhagen,
A ruined town just south of Sweden.
At the Copen,
Co-OH-pen-ha-gen!
Disease and panic
Just like all the planet
At the Copen,
She chased some cats.
His name was Emil,
He had a rifle.
He took a walk on down the hall,
And he saw Lola standing tall.
She cornered a cat,
To become a snack,
But then Emil made too much noise,
And Lola rushed right at the boy.
And then the bullets flew,
Her pelt was torn in two,
There was blood and a lot of screaming,
But just who got who?
At the Copen,
Copenhagen,
A ruined town just south of Sweden.
At the Copen,
Co-OH-pen-ha-gen!
Disease and panic
Just like all the planet
At the Copen,
She got real mad.
Her name was Lola,
She was a good dog,
But that was ninety years in the past,
Before everyone got the rash.
Now it’s the silent world,
But not for Lola,
No longer pretty in her fur,
A noisy cleanser shot up her.
Her life went off the leash,
Much worse than having fleas,
She lost her frisbee to the sunshine,
Now she finds no peace!
At the Copen,
Copenhagen,
A ruined town just south of Sweden.
At the Copen,
Co-OH-pen-ha-gen!
Disease and panic
Just like all the planet!
At the Copen!
She lost her mind.
Post by: Sunflower on June 22, 2015, 07:21:29 PM
Some background: Page 340 was late posting, and I speculated that Minna was having artistic struggles (https://disqus.com/home/discussion/sssscomic/stand_still_stay_silent_webcomic_page_339/#comment-2076182188). I quoted Ibsen:
"To live is a battle with trolls, in the crypts of heart and head.
To write is to sit in judgment on oneself."
I was impressed by the reply:
Doomed the mighty dragon Fafnir,
wounded by the hero deeply,
as they grappled in the blood pits.
All alone they wrestled greatly,
as in death its coils shuddered.
Yet against the hero's courage
all the wyrmling's death convulsions
proved inadequate to slay her,
daughter of the fabled Volsungs.
(It's a family thing -- they do this.)
"Who are you," the dragon queried,
"who has slain me in the evening
of the quiet woods of Finland,
when it seemed that I would triumph?"
as it gurgled in its breathing.
"I am known to none," she answered,
"Live alone in isolation,
I was borne to no known mortal,
raised by wolves (or maybe felines --
I was young and don't remember)."
"Aww come on," beseeched great Fafnir,
as his death was fast approaching,
"Can't you tell me just your surname?
Maybe where you went to college?
Or at least your Twitter handle?"
She had read the Volsungsaga,
so she knew where this was going.
Let a dragon trick you into
telling all about your family --
then it's neverending curses.
Only this would she then answer:
"Death was dealt you by an artist.
None are skilled more, nor more stalwart,
when it comes to facing dragons."
And great Fafnir died contented.
Post by: corncobman on June 22, 2015, 11:33:24 PM
Stuck Up Kitty
Emil calls out for the beast to return,
Forgetting that it attacked him before.
Showing the creature rightful concern,
It will cause future trouble ever more.
This encounter seemingly adjourned,
Troll-dog fading into the bleak outdoors.
Our attention to Sigrun is now turned,
Struggling with a stubborn kitty, now sore.
The cat remains aloft, resolute, steadfast
She tries to coax it with words, no success.
It wants nothing to do with the Nordic lass.
Hissing with all of the unwanted stress.
Failing to lure the cat down from its mast,
Sigrun's patience kitty has started to test.
Injured, now it doesn't want to be harassed.
Leaving it be would perhaps be most best.
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Come Down (based on Downtown by Petula Clark)
Now we're alone and I am trying to help out
You can get fed cat - come down
Seems you've got injured, I see that and I wanna
Take you back now cat - come down
Just listen to me now cat we can go back to the cat tank
We can feed you tuna, later you'll be glad and thank
How can you lose?
Your wounds can get bandaged there
You can forget all your troubles
Forget all your cares
So cat come down
Things will be great when you've come down
No finer place for sure, come down
Catfood is waiting for you
Don't hang around and let dumb Emil confound you
He's a little slow - come down
Maybe you'll slip and let the water drown you
But I'll help you so - come down
Just listen to me kitty I'm a gentle harmless person
You'll have to come with me now before your wounds worsen
Listen again
Kitty can get food there
You can forget all your troubles
Forget all your cares
So cat come down
You will get bandaged tight - come down
You will be safe tonight - come down
You're gonna be alright now - come down
Come down
Come down
And I wanna try to be kind, to help and understand you
Kitty I have to grab you and use a gentle hand to
Take you along
So let me just take you there
We can forget all your troubles
Forget all your cares
So cat come down
Things will be great when you've come down
Don't wait a minute more - come down
Catfood is waiting for you - come down
Come down (come down)
Come down (come down)
Come down (come down)
Come down (come down)
Post by: Auleliel on June 23, 2015, 12:20:03 AM
(Amity's awesome poem)
I somehow missed this one. Thanks for posting it here.
I love reading all the runo poems, maybe too much...
Post by: corncobman on June 23, 2015, 11:30:34 PM
A-miu-sing
Sigrun climbs up for the kitty up top,
Ignoring the noises of stress that it makes.
Sensibility isn't likely to make her stop,
She's going to get it, whatever it takes.
Emil has returned, no worse for the wear,
And poking his head round curiously.
Leaning back at the top of the stair,
Quietly observing the rescue of poor kitty.
Emil watching her antics, just stands about,
But the noise from the hole gives the Swede pause.
However Sigrun's eyes will get scratched out,
Or at least she'll get a face full of claws.
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Sigrun the fierce Viking.
(based on The Wind Beneath My Wings lyrics by Jeff Silbar and Larry Henley)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
You must have been hurt there by a monster,
You seem to have cuts all on your ear.
I'm not gonna leave you up there, there's no way.
Just let me climb up over here.
So I am just gonna take you with me,
Even though you're hostile to me now.
I'll just take you to feed you and make you better.
And I have to get you down somehow.
Did you ever know that I'm a hero?
So calm down cat, I'm just here to help
I can climb higher than you kitty,
'Cause I am Sigrun the fierce Viking.
You might have wanted to not be bothered,
But cat I don't mean you any harm.
I want you to see that I'm friendly, of course I'm friendly.
And I'm not leaving without you.
Did you ever know that I'm a hero?
So calm down cat, I'm just here to help
I can climb higher than you kitty,
'Cause I am Sigrun the fierce Viking.
Did you ever know that I'm a hero?
So calm down cat, I'm just here to help
Oh, and I, I can climb higher than you kitty,
'Cause I am Sigrun the fierce Viking.
'Cause I am Sigrun the fierce Viking.
Oh, Sigrun the fierce Viking.
I, I, I, I am Sigrun the fierce Viking.
Climb, climb, climb away. I can just climb so high.
Oh, I, I, I, I am Sigrun the fierce Viking.
Oh, I, I, I, I am Sigrun the fierce Viking.
Climb, climb, climb high don't scratch my eye,
So high I'm almost there don't cry.
Help me, help you
Help me help you, Sigrun the fierce Viking.
Post by: slim kittens on June 24, 2015, 09:49:09 PM
An oldies' lament by Emil
Courtesy of The Silhouettes: />
SHOOT THE DOG
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Sha na na na, sha na na na na
Aaaooo, sha na na na, sha na na na na
Aaaooo, sha na na na, sha na na na na
Aaaooo, sha na na na, sha na na na na
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu
Shoot the dog
Sha na na na, sha na na na na
Well I thought I heard a sound
And the captain turns around
"Check it out"
So I slowly move my feet
Never dreaming what I'd meet
Till I spot it in the street
It's a dog!
Sha na na na, sha na na na na
Aaaooo, sha na na na, sha na na na na
Aaaooo, sha na na na, sha na na na na
Aaaooo, sha na na na, sha na na na na
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu
Shoot the dog
Sha na na na, sha na na na na
And when it starts to chase me
I spend my magazine
It stops abruptly and looks my way
Then it turns and walks away
And when the captain comes this way
I can hear her say
Glaring and sighing
Tells me that I'm lying about a dog
That I never could hit
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Aaaooo, sha na na na, sha na na na na
Aaaooo, sha na na na, sha na na na na
Aaaooo, sha na na na, sha na na na na
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu
Shoot the dog
Sha na na na, sha na na na na
And when it starts to chase me
I spend my magazine
It stops abruptly and looks my way
Then it turns and walks away
And when the captain comes this way
I can hear her say
Glaring and sighing
Tells me that I'm lying about a dog
That I never could hit
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu nyuuu
Shoot the dog
Sha na na na, sha na na na na
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Here's one for Sunflower to sing on :)
Courtesy of The Crystals:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHTzy0ghHFI
I DO RUN RUN
I met it in an alley and my heart stood still
I do run run run, I do run run
It made a lunge for me with intent to kill
I do run run run, I do run run
Yeah, my heart stood still
Yes, it meant to kill
And when it sprouted legs
I do run run run, I do run run
I didn't recognize it when it caught my eye
I do run run run, I do run run
It looked so quiet but my oh my
I do run run run, I do run run
Yeah, it caught my eye
Yes, oh my, oh my
And when it shed it's skin
I do run run run, I do run run
(Sax solo)
I turned around to face it, all I thought was "Ewww"
I do run run run, I do run run
I told it to come on and all it said was "nyuuu"
I do run run run, I do run run
Yeah, all I thought was "Ewww"
Yes, it told me "nyuuu"
Then it turned and walked away
I do run run run, I do run run
Post by: corncobman on June 24, 2015, 11:10:45 PM
Hissing Fits, Missing Kits
Emil reaches and grabs from the hole,
A kitten that's weak with half opened eyes.
This wet and cold baby that he stole, has
No longer the strength to make any cries.
The Swede looks closer with tender care,
In his cupped hands, kitten cradling.
It seems fortunate he rescued from there,
But is it too late to save the poor thing?
The mother cat is not in the mood, since
She's been kept from her kits for far too long.
Sigrun still bothering it continues to intrude,
And doesn't realise that she's in the wrong.
Concerned not by the hissing or screams,
The cat the Norwegian lady still tries to snatch.
This act of rescue appears far too extreme,
How would she like it if her face was scratched?
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Kitty Come Awaken
(based on Gimme Some Lovin' by the Spencer Davis Group)
Well, your temperature is dropping, I've got you in my hands
Crazy Sigrun's climbing 'cause she wants to get your mam
I'll save you baby, but right now you're all wet
And you better know that I'm the best you're gonna get
And I'm so glad I made it, so glad I made it
You got to kitty come awaken, kitty, kitty come awaken
Kitty come awaken, kitty, kitty come awaken
Kitty come awaken, wake up today
Well, I feel so bad, it just doesn't feel right
You better take it easy, I brought you to the light
Been a hard day and I had no work to do
Wait a minute kitty, I just wanna save you
And I'm so glad I made it, so glad I made it
You got to kitty some awaken, kitty, kitty come awaken
Kitty come awaken, kitty, kitty come awaken
Kitty come awaken, wake up today, yeah
Well, I feel so bad, it just doesn't feel right
You better take it easy, I brought you to the light
Been a hard day nothing went too good
Now you gotta wake up, buddy you know that you should
And I'm so glad I made it, hey hey, so glad I made it
You got to kitty come awaken, kitty, kitty come awaken woo ooo
Kitty come awaken, kitty, kitty come awaken
Kitty, kitty, kitty come awaken, baby
I know you need to so bad woo ooo
Kitty come awaken, baby
Post by: Brandenfascher on June 25, 2015, 10:03:18 PM
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Step one, you say, "What there is that?"
You walk, you say, "I hear, it's just a cat."
He meows slightly out at you
You listen, slowly proceed to
The tiny crack just to your right
As you approach, bring him to light
Between the lines of life and death
You're now worrying it's his last breath
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the wilderness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life.
Let him know that you'll try best
You'll rescue him and it's your behest
Try to put him in your vest
Into warmth, from cold to wrest
Lay down and rest along the way
A godless soul now learns to pray
Pray to gods, he heals true
And you pray to gods, he heals true
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the wilderness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life.
As he begins his warmth's return
You glance at him and in hope you do yearn
Walk until you find the road
And trace back the ones you'd followed
Healer's skill heals many things
Pray that he can fix everything
Or he'll say he can't be the same
And you'll wonder now if you're one to blame
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the wilderness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the wilderness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the wilderness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the wilderness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
Post by: corncobman on June 26, 2015, 02:39:32 AM
Cat is a Hat, Fancy That
Well Sigrun has learnt that cat claws can shred,
Good job there, she learnt the hard way.
However it's collapsed on top of her head,
Time to get down with no further delay.
Emil meanwhile sits with a crestfallen look,
Sitting eyes closed, with his head in his knees.
Four limp little bodies from the hole he took,
Such terrible fates for the things very wee.
Sigrun consoles the melancholy, broken Swede,
While she stands with her marvellous new hat.
A faint sound is heard, quickly now, with speed!
Perhaps still time to save a single baby cat.
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Bad Kitty (based on Bad Penny by Rory Gallagher)
Well, like a bad kitty you've clawed at my hair
You're in my sights, got to get you off there
I think you know how it is when patience wears thin
Well, you've really clawed me kitty and you scratched up my chin, oh
Well, like a bad kitty you've sure lost your mind
Still I'm gonna reach, won't leave you behind
Well, you can't ever stay here in this place
Well, don't you fool with me, kitty
Well, don't you mess with my face
This stormy day
Your hissing haunts me
I won't go away
Well, like a bad kitty you have turned up in this place
Tried to get onto this pillar, I tried to climb up to chase
I think you know I'm still sore but I'm still your friend
Well cat I hope it won't happen again
Well, like a bad kitty flailed around and around
Well, you won't know what went wrong when you flopped and fell down
You got to learn from now on to stop playing games
You ought to calm down kitty, I tried to help you today
This lonely day
I heard you calling
Won't I go away?
Well, like a bad kitty you've laid on my hair
You're on my head, got to get you out there
I think you know how it is when patience wears thin
Well, you've really clawed me kitty and you scraped up my chin, yeah
Post by: corncobman on June 27, 2015, 05:06:04 AM
Come Forth, Comfort
They're hearing more cat sounds,
Emil peers through the holes,
Carrying the still living kitty around,
Somehow giving comfort to Emil's soul.
Putting the wet kitten inside his palm,
He asks what they are going to do.
Perhaps wait and leave as soon as it's calm.
They've to get their stuff from that zoo.
Post by: Sunflower on June 28, 2015, 11:48:03 PM
Inspired by Billy Joel: [youtube width=350]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERWREcPIoPA[/youtube]
Come back, Spider-Dog, don’t let me wait,
You creepy Rash-creatures lurk much too late.
Ah! But sooner or later it comes down to fate.
I might as well will be the one.
Well, they gave you a collar, told you to stay.
They built you a doghouse, then they all went away.
Ah! But they never told you the price that you'd pay.
For things that you might have done...
Because only the good die young.
That's what I said!
Only the good die young.
Only the good die young...
You mighta heard I run with a dangerous crowd.
We ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud.
We might be yelling a bit too loud.
Ah! But that never hurt no one (yet).
So come on now, Rash-Dog, don’t play this game.
Come back within range and I’ll end your pain.
The weird mutant changes that I can’t quite name
Never last in the sun...
Darlin' only the clean die young!
Oh woe woe woe woe!
I tell ya only the clean die young.
Only the clean die young...
You grew a bunch of weird tendrils ‘cause your body’s in reorganization!
Shucked off your sad old skin
You can’t ever really be a dog again.
And Doggie, they didn't give me quite enough information!
I didn’t count on you
Wailing out such a sad iuuuuh!
Oh woe woe!
Now they say in Tuonela your soul can find rest,
You can give up your prowling through these nasty troll nests.
Just stand still and let me put a shot in that mess,
Because I think your race is run…
You know that only the good die young!
Oh whoa, whoa,
I tell ya only the good die young!
Only the good die young...
Post by: Viisikielinenkantele on June 29, 2015, 04:09:09 PM
Based on Far From Any Road by The Handsome Family
From the rotten pillar
Her scratching claws go down,
Marking her fiend nicely, still her fighting spirit shown.
She then flops down uncounscious
Right on the wet red head,
And when she touched the hair,
Her saviour slipped back down.
On the flooded floor, under a dripping silver rain,
He sat and stared at the four small ones lying slain.
A deep sorrow haunted him, the water still came down.
She tried to soothe him with her words and barely had begun.
Sometimes animals just die
And there's nothing we can - miu?
Little sound from tiny cat will cheer the cleanser soon.
Carry the kitten with you,
Across the silent land,
And the cat will grow on you,
And the team will be its home.
Post by: corncobman on June 29, 2015, 10:29:45 PM
Photographic Memory
Reynir awakens but he's no longer bound.
Something to do with his movements in the dream?
He stretches his limbs now that he's come around,
And approaches the still awake transposing team.
Tuuri notices the roused red-haird bloke,
And asks if Reynir's had a good sleep.
Will he remember his dream now he's awoke,
Of the boat, beast, the spitz and of the sheep?
While the two of them are talk to one another,
We see the photo beside as he rubs his face.
Will he recall in the dream seeing her brother,
Her cousin, and the conversation that took place?
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Photograph by Def Leppard (with a few small changes)
Huh!
I'm awake now, well sort of
Saw your photograph, picture of
Onni brother, he's so tough
He just picked me up and grabbed my scruff
I saw his face in my foremost dream
In remote place, there so serene
He threatened me, was scaring me
His eyes glowing, all magic-y
Oh, hear what he'd done to this ignorant clown
Oh oh, hear what he'd done
Photograph - I remembered
Photograph - What a temper
Photograph - All I saw was a photograph
But it's not enough
I saw your brother, if he was there
Almost murdered me, such a scare
Such a big man, he was wild
He made this poor man feel like a child, oh
Talked of some kinda mage you see
Was all wrapped up in mystery
He threatened me, was scaring me
His eyes glowing, all magic-y
Oh, hear what he'd done to this ignorant clown
Oh oh, hear what he'd done
Photograph - I remembered
Photograph - What a temper
Photograph - All I saw was a photograph
You've gone straight to my head
Photograph
Photograph
(Your photograph)
Photograph
Photograph
(I remembered your)
Photograph
(Onni so rough)
Photograph
(Onni so tough)
Photograph
(He's the Onni one)
Photograph
(Scared me so much)
Post by: corncobman on July 01, 2015, 12:12:09 AM
Medic, Stat! Help The Cats!
Reynir remembered the dream after all,
He jabbers about Tuuri's family on a whim.
The brother in the photo that he recalled,
While Tuuri just continues to humour him.
Although he may be remembering things,
Differently to how they actually were.
He might be a mage only just now realising,
It could explain the strange things that occured.
Outside of the cat tank there is a loud shout.
Services required from the Danish medic man.
With bandages in hand, Mikkel rushes out,
A different medical task now in demand.
Emil and Sigrun have returned to the group,
Clutching cats in need of urgent health-care.
The Swede just taking a kitten back to the troupe,
Sigrun having to carry all the books out, unfair.
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Cats Do (based on We Do - the Stonecutters Song from the Simpsons)
Who requires medical aid?
Who needs the slings and wood splints made?
Cats do, cats do
Who needs bandages urgently?
Who needs the medicine so badly?
Cats do, cats do
Who badly needs this Dane doctors hand?
Who needs this emergency demand?
Cats do, cats do
Who needs their wounds bound up so tight?
Who demands my aid tonight?
Cats do, cats do
Post by: corncobman on July 01, 2015, 11:10:12 PM
He's not a Vet, These are not Pets
Emil pleads with the Danish medic for aid,
Although he's not the one in need of his skills.
Mikkel's tone and face shows that he's dismayed,
Now if only the big man's looks could kill...
The road to recovery is long and tough,
Wrapped in towels with warm meals prepared.
Let's hope that the team has done enough,
To revive the patients now in their care.
The kitten has colour returned to its cheeks,
As for the momma cat, it's touch and go.
The size of the wound, blood lost - it looks bleak.
Will it survive? Well, only Minna knows...
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Wounded by Good Charlotte (with a few small changes)
Lost and broken, helpless and fading
Bleeding on the outside and teeth have pierced its skin
Its spirit shattered, its soul is degrading
I'll try to make it seem okay but it's injured badly within
So help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help mend this poor soul even though this is not my fault
That it's open and it's bleeding all over, it's all messed up
And I need someone to help me fix it up
We only wanted these gramophones, we only wanted to clear the zone
We only wanted to get out and be left alone
And now this cat has a bleak outlook
And now its arm has an open wound
And now its body is bleeding bad for all to see
But help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help mend this poor soul even though this is not my fault
That it's open and it's bleeding all over, needs patching up
Oh, I need someone to help me
So we came along, saw it was carved up
It hissed and screamed, hurt by troll pup
'Cuz I need someone to help me
Oh, I need someone to help me
To help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help mend this poor soul even though this is not my fault
That it's open and it's bleeding all over, needs bandaged up
And I need someone to help me fix them
I need someone to help me heal them
I need someone to help me wake them up
Post by: corncobman on July 02, 2015, 10:20:10 PM
Pity For Kitty
Mikkel injects the stricken animal,
Emil watches on, he was full of hope.
Horrible but it was not unimaginable.
Did the mother make it? Sadly, nope.
Sigrun disappointed she wasted her time,
Better this way so she has no more suffering.
However for them this is not end of the line,
The kitten has a better chance of recovering.
Emil is surprised as this was not what he expected,
Not what he meant when he asked about the syringe.
Now that he knows about the stuff Mikkel injected,
What will he do now, will he just moan and whinge?
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We Watched The Dane Put Down Kitty
(based on Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me by Elton John)
I can't stand no more of this sadness
All my hoping seems to fade to black and white
I'm growing sad and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of cat's life
Too late to save kitty from falling
I took a chance and changed my way of life
But you misread my meaning when I asked you
Jabbed the shot and left me surprised by its plight
We watched the Dane put down kitty
Although I asked Mikkel: "Would she feel better now? Oh, please."
I'd just spectate a medic take the life to set it free
But I can't believe we watched the Dane putting down kitty
I can't feel the right way at this time
You see, I can't describe the way I feel
Don't discard it just because you think it lost its arm
This kitten I have, it needs love to help it heal
We watched the Dane put down kitty
Although I asked Mikkel: "Would she feel better now? Oh, please."
I'd just spectate a medic take the life to set it free
But I can't believe we watched the Dane putting down kitty
We watched the Dane put down kitty
Although I asked Mikkel: "Would she feel better now? Oh, please."
I'd just spectate a medic take the life to set it free
But I can't believe we watched the Dane putting down kitty
Post by: slim kittens on July 03, 2015, 07:38:26 PM
A Mikkel song.
Courtesy of Frank Loesser: />
MORE I CANNOT GIVE YOU
Freedom I could wish you
Peace and freedom for your young
And fortune smiling all along your way
But more I cannot give you
Than to give you what I have
To help you on your way
Plenty I could wish you
Peace and plenty for your young
And plates of tuna on a silver tray
But more I cannot give you
Than to tell you that you won
Your baby lives this day
Standing here
Gazing at you
Ripped to the bone and through
Standing here
Gazing at you
With your brave heart
It's the least I can do
Safety I could wish you
Peace and safety for your young
And freedom from the fear of being prey
But more I cannot wish you
Than to wish you find a home
Your own true home this day
With the sunshine
And your baby kits too
And no foul things to carry you away
Post by: corncobman on July 04, 2015, 12:29:22 AM
Bury Ritually, Doesn't Care, Do You See?
Emil's cross that they couldn't save the cat
He reprimands Mikkel for not even trying.
His earlier effort was wasted at that.
Not worth the effort for a kitty that was dying.
Mikkel tries to placate the mad Swede.
However he's unsure he got his point across.
Asking Sigrun for help explaining this deed,
Giving Emil closure for his sense of loss.
Lalli wakes up with all noise, the furore,
As they all try to give Emil something to do.
Emil deep down is still extremely sore,
Despite him saying he didn't care at the news.
The last stones are placed while some of them watch
Emill still says he doesn't care about the affair.
The stubborn Swede still feeling that Mikkel botched
Remember this is no holiday, no clinic for pet care.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on July 05, 2015, 06:00:47 PM
Mama Cat now rests forever
And Emil mourns her silently
Wounded warrior falt’ring never
Fragile bonds of living sever
With just a twitch and hiss to see
Mama Cat now rests forever
Vet’ran of the Silence, ever
And ever tempted just to flee
Wounded warrior falt’ring never
Litter lost to freezing water
But leaving them with DerpKitty
Mama Cat now rests forever
Grosslings hounding, chasing after
The kittens she did ward fiercely
Wounded warrior falt’ring never
Alas for Emil mourning her
The others seem in apathy
Mama Cat now rests forever
Wounded warrior falt’ring never
Post by: Amity on July 05, 2015, 07:39:58 PM
With the monster did she struggle,
backing upward, ever higher,
up the tower did she lure it,
far away from all her children,
knowing she could not prevail.
Though the beast's cruel bites did wound her
and she felt her blood free flowing,
she fought on for every moment
she could add to her distraction:
fought on with no hope of winning.
But the courage of lone fighters
facing their own bitter ending
never wholly goes unnoticed,
and the gods on her took mercy,
sending keen-eared blond-haired Emil.
So it's true, Emil's no Freyja
(though his hair is doubtless lovely),
but with what they've got the gods work --
even they can't be too picky --
and the beast was routed quickly.
Heartless is the doom of humans;
so it is as well with felines,
for despite our hero's struggle
she had lost all of her offspring --
all but one who escaped drowning.
So her sacrifice was bitter,
but was not in vain completely,
and it was not without honor
for the gods care not if human
or if cat falls like a hero.
Rest now, fearless feline mother,
you have earned your place forever
in the fields of those who battle
though they see no hope of winning --
irrespective of their species.
Stand now, ye among the cairn stones.
Stand in rain and in bleak sorrow.
Stand still, silent, as ye honor
all the valor of a warrior
whom you only knew in dying.
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Post by: LooNEY_DAC on July 05, 2015, 09:40:12 PM
Pg 355
Emil
Tend the kitten
Its Mama has just died
The kitten needs your tending now
Emil
The kitten needs your tending now
Its Mama has just died
Tend the kitten
Emil
Post by: Brandenfascher on July 06, 2015, 11:37:20 AM
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I'm seein' red
Don't think I'll want to see her face again
Don't have much time for sympathy
Cuz it never happened to me
I'm feelin' blue now
I think I bit off more than I could chew
And it's too late to make an adieu
All I wanna hear is her...
I'll follow the leader down
And swallow my pride and drown
When there's no place left to go
Maybe that's when I will know
Follow the leader down
And swallow my pride and drown
When there's no place left to go
Maybe that's when I will know
And foolish lies
Well can't you see I tried to compromise
Cuz what I say ain't always true
Hope you can't see the tears in my eyes
And what you said now
Can't stop the words from running through my head
And what I do to get through to you
But you'd only do it again
I'll follow the leader down
And swallow my pride and drown
When there's no place left to go
Maybe that's when I will know
Follow the leader down
And swallow my pride and drown
When there's no place left to go
Maybe that's when I will know
Well I confess
I don't know what to make from all this mess
Don't have much time for sympathy
But it never happened to me
You feelin' down
I don't know where I'll be when she comes around
And it's too late to make an adieu
And all I wanna hear is her mew...
Post by: corncobman on July 06, 2015, 11:16:52 PM
Eyes Gazed Over
As some of the crew make their way back
Emil remains, his soul full of black
Lalli too, his attention drawn,
Staring at the unknown, in the beyond.
Emil asks for death rites for the cat.
No reaction, he's still staring at that.
Alone is the cat-mage, except for the Hair.
Panel after panel he continues to stare.
Emil turns his sight to see what he can,
What holds the gaze of the Finnish cat-man?
As Emil finally turns to face over there,
Lalli's face changes to a more angry stare.
Indeed it could be stalking, waiting to strike,
The returning beast canine, back full of spikes.
Or is it even more frightful, something else,
For which Lalli is now steeling himself?
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Angry Eyes by Kenny Loggins (with a few small changes)
Out, out through the rain
I've seen you starin' out at me.
Now, then and again, I wonder
What it is that you see
With those angry eyes
Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
With those angry eyes
You want to believe that
You can just escape from me
You can't concieve, oh no,
The truth is you'll never be free
With those angry eyes
Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
With those angry eyes
What a shot you could be
If you could shoot at me
With those angry eyes...
You tried to reason that
You are not to act the same.
But you're finding it hard, pretend,
When you're in this deadly game
With those angry eyes.
With those angry eyes
Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
With those angry eyes
What a shot you could be
If you could shoot at me
With those angry eyes...
You have never stopped to realize
Blindness binds us together in the nightmare skies.
Can you see me through those angry eyes?
Post by: Fogtreader on July 07, 2015, 11:25:57 AM
I came here from Bornholm Denmark,
Cause they made this job sound like a walk in the park.
Since you’re heading out by old Kastrup,
You know you’re going to need some one to patch you up.
Cause the trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Those trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Ahhh, trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you.
Now I love to pull a good old-fashioned prank,
Laughter is a good thing to have inside this tank.
Best be careful you don’t get face cancer,
But really there are worse things out there.
Cause the trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Those trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Ahhh, trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you.
(Beatbox break)
Now when you loot the victims of the rash,
Be sure you don’t grab any old piece of trash.
Ooooh no! Look what you just brought back!
It will take more than a de-con bath to fully clean up that.
Cause the trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Those trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Ahhh, trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you.
Trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you,
Those trolls are going to make some mincemeat from you.
Post by: elebenty on July 07, 2015, 11:51:10 PM
In response to this conversation:
Ceceoh •
Has Minna answered this question somewhere; if SD has been wandering the Earth for 90 years as a beast dog, or was he born a feral or domestic dog and contracted the Rash in the last few years?
minnasundberg --> Ceceoh •
The first one. A beast as old as time.
Based on Disney's Beauty and the Beast
Beast as old as time,
Sad as it may be.
Snapped and gave a moan
When the sunlight shone,
Unexpectedly.
Just a little change,
Eyes no longer strange
Both a little scared,
Neither one prepared.
Emil and the beast.
Whoa, it's still a dog
Look deeply in its eyes
While the rash-worm quakes,
A canine mind awakes
Under clearing skies
Yes, it's still a dog!
Just look into those eyes.
And like the pup of yore
He is, just like before,
a good dog down inside
Beast as old as time
Find strength, please be strong.
It must be quite strange
Finding you can change
After oh, so long.
Search now for the mage
who can grant release.
He stands beside the grave
With the one your instinct saved.
You can rest in peace.
Pup as old as time
Salvation sublime
You're no more a beast.
Post by: corncobman on July 08, 2015, 02:10:38 AM
Knife to See You
Out from the dark a dim face appears.
Quite a familar creature comes near.
The earlier trolldog quite worse for wear.
Slowly trotting towards the startled pair.
Non-aggressive for a wild grossling beast,
Perhaps too badly hurt to make of them a feast.
Or maybe the weather is making it behave, as it
Stops just in front of the dead kitty's grave.
Lalli stands with his tiny knife drawn,
While Emil is like a headlight-caught fawn.
All the while groaning, the dog then prostates.
As if begging to be released from this state.
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Please Stop Me Now (based on Don't Stop Me Now by Queen)
Tonight I'm wanna end myself for good this time
Dead but alive
And my brain it's turning inside out Yeah!
I'm trailing behind in agony
So please stop me now
Please stop me
'Cause I'm having a bad time
Having a bad time
I'm a grossling dog leaping through the halls
Like a spider defying the laws of gravity
I'm an injured hound, gonna fall like the Berlin Wall
I wanna go go go
Please help and free me
I'm stalking through the dark yeah!
Begging for release
That's why they call me nightmare doggy-beast
I'm mindless and can't help but feast
I wanna die so use your daggers to run me through
Please stop me now
I'm having such a bad time
I'm out in the rain
Please stop me now
And I wanna end this sad time
Just shoot me again
Please stop me now ('cause I'm having a bad time)
Please stop me now (yes I'm having a bad time)
I just want to stop this all... yeah!
I'm a demon dog on my way to hell
About to fall in a hole
I am a mindless cur, I'm out of control
I am a beastly fiend ready to change modes
Like an ticking bomb about to
Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah explode
Ooh I'm stalking through the dark yeah!
Begging for release
That's why they call me nightmare doggy-beast
I'm dead but I'm not fully deceased
I wanna die so use your rifles to shoot me through
Please stop me
Please stop me
Please stop me
Hey hey hey!
Please stop me
Please stop me
Ooh ooh ooh (I'd like it)
Please stop me
Please stop me
Have a bad time, sad time
Please stop me
Please stop me
Ooh ooh alright
Ooh I'm stalking through the dark yeah!
Begging for release
That's why they call me nightmare doggy-beast
I'm posssessed and I need a priest
I wanna die so use your daggers to run me through
Please stop me now
I'm having such a bad time
I'm out in the rain
Please stop me now
And I wanna end this sad time
Just shoot me again
Please stop me now ('cause I'm having a bad time)
Please stop me now (yes I'm having a bad time)
I just wanna stop this all
Hu hu hu hu huuuuu
Hu hu hu hu
Hu hu huu huu huu huu
Hu hu huu hu hu hu hu hu huuu hey!!....
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on July 08, 2015, 08:36:52 PM
Canine outside
Terror under
Hardly more than zombie
Until sunbeam
Lights the worm’d eye
How on earth can this be?
Unto humans
Now approaching
Death to me is release
Let it come then
And its whole pack
Let my blade fly
Let me--stand back?
I yield to my friend
End the suff’ring
Make it quick now
It’s for the best
Let your torment end
Post by: corncobman on July 08, 2015, 11:27:23 PM
Swede Release
Lalli clutches his dinky wee blade,
Wondering what the beast is now doing.
Emil approaches on tip-toes, now unafraid,
To finish off this dog that was pursuing.
He stretches his arm to hold Lalli back,
And pulls out his larger knife, hilted black.
He asks for the beast to not run away now,
Before he has delivered the blow that slays.
The beast without sound as the Swede advances,
The audacious Emil willing to take his chances.
Emil moves closer, the beast laying still.
Knife in position to plunge for the kill.
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Please Release Me lyrics by Eddie Miller
(with a few small changes)
Please release me, let me go
For I'm no doggy any more
To let me live would be a sin
Release me and let me sleep again
I have found you again, friend
And I want you to bring my end
Your heart is warm while mine is cold
Release me my hunter, let me go
Please release me, let me go
For I'm no doggy any more
To let me live would be a sin
So release me and let me sleep again
Please release me, can't you see
Don't be a fool, just set me free
To live this life would bring me pain
So release me and let me sleep again
Let me sleep
Let me go
Post by: Noxyoursox on July 09, 2015, 04:28:55 AM
By Snow Cat (page 358)
My feet are weary from the chase
My fur bedraggled, streaked with blood
My rotten eyes stare from my face
My tail drags limply in the mud
What drew me here, I do not know
A dream of being left alone
Your voice did gentle mercy show
And pierce my spirit to the bone
So now down at your feet I lay
And face the light that I once fled
Perhaps your kindness I'll repay
When you join me among the dead
The Noise
By Snow Cat (335)
Through the dark drizzle
A lost cat mrows forlornly
Crouched over kittens
Post by: MegaJar on July 09, 2015, 05:45:53 PM
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Limping from the rainy dark,
Comes a poor, bedraggled hound.
Once alive with happy barks,
Now lies prone upon the ground.
As the dog within the beast
Strains to hold the Rash at bay,
Seeking only sweet release
From the pain endured each day.
Closer creeps our stalwart friend,
Holding tight his trusty knife,
Hoping now to finally end
This poor creature's tortured life.
Now strike true, oh gallant Swede,
With your blade so sharp and strong.
Grant this dog the peace he needs,
Peace denied him for so long.
Post by: corncobman on July 09, 2015, 10:52:32 PM
Drop the Dagger
Out here in the rain,
Aim true, for the brain.
Don't wait, don't waver.
Will be doing a favour.
Plunge the knife in,
Free beast from its sins.
With sickening sounds,
Freeing the beast-hound.
Brave cleanser Swede,
Did the merciful deed.
With a sanguine stream,
Return to the dream.
Our stricken dog friend,
Met its journey's end.
With beast finally dead,
His knife covered in red.
Emil stands like a rock,
Eyes agape, full of shock.
Now the deed is done,
He has finally won.
Lalli watched far away,
Then unwilling to stay.
With nothing more to do,
Goes to rejoin the crew.
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I'm Free by the Who (with a few small changes)
I'm free, I'm free
This freedom tastes so bittersweet
I'm free, I'm free
Now I'm waiting for you to bury me
If she told you what it takes
To kill the toughest troll
You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple'
But you've been sick many times before
Beast-dog chased you through the door
And no-one knew that you'd be sentimental
I'm free, I'm free
This freedom tastes so bittersweet
I'm free, I'm free
Now I'm waiting for you to bury me
Bury me, fellow...
Bury me, fellow...
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on July 09, 2015, 11:12:16 PM
The dog stretched out before me
I knew what it desired
What is this I have done?
Though when I saw this foe last
Howling did it fly off
The dog stretched out before me
The knife slid truly downward
Bone, flesh and brain did yield so
What is this I have done?
I half-thought it a Beast trap
I had not thought to find
The dog stretched out before me
The new-freed blood was dark red
In its gouting spurt out
What is this I have done?
Now I stand above the corpse
The bloody knife drips on
The dog stretched out before me
What is this I have done?
Post by: corncobman on July 11, 2015, 02:15:39 AM
Rain Rain Go Away, Bury Beast Another Day
The deed is now done.
Too big to bury.
In the dark, all alone.
He has to be wary.
Be back at sun-up,
He promised the hound.
To bury the pup, now
Too wet for a mound.
Back to the cat-tank,
Lalli waits for the Swede
He has Emil to thank,
For performing this deed.
Time for some resting,
Perhaps time for bed.
Or take care of the kitten
With the heart on its head.
Next day, bury the kill,
Whatever it may take.
Hope it'll be there still
When all of them wake.
Post by: corncobman on July 13, 2015, 11:07:03 PM
Talk Blocked
So as they walk,
The chapter ends,
Lalli almost talked
To his kind-of friend.
His mouth open wide,
But only let out a puff.
Did he want to confide,
Or was it only a bluff?
Emil looks at him
Almost expectantly.
No words coming from
The human feline Lalli.
As they make their way
To the vehicle of theirs,
Mikkel outside stayed
For the straggling pair.
So a page or two more,
Then the time that we hate.
A week or two break for
The next chapter, that's eight.
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Speak to Me by Gene (with a few small changes)
When darkness folds
Across this old sky
Yes, please open up
For me that night
But still shadows they come
Am I safe with my knife?
Can I be your source
Of strength tonight?
I'll wait for the day
When you creep through the doorway and save me
Smash into my life and now save me
Don't set me free
Oh I've waited too long and I'm dying
Speak unto me Lalli and save me
Speed into this life and now save me
Save me
Save me
When darkness folds
Across this old sky
Yes, please open up
For me that night
But still shadows they come
Am I safe with my friend?
Can I be your source
Of nerve tonight?
I'll wait for the day
When you creep through the window and save me
Smash into my life and now save me
Don't set me free
Oh I've waited too long, yes I'm dying
Speak unto me Lalli and save me
Speed into this shell and now save me
Save me
Save me
Ho - NO
Can you tell me
Will you ever speak again?
NO
In your mouth
I now know that you're dumb again
You're dumb again
You're dumb again
You're dumb again
I'm drunk for your words
Speed into my life
Speak to me now
Just speak to me Lalli
For I know you cat
And I am your friend
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Sleep Well Tonight by Gene
(with changes by request)
It's the end of the stage
Tomorrow a new page
It may not be much, but it's enough
Yet the only sound from the Finn was a puff
We'll bury soon, when the night's through
Still you can have it all
There's darkness that befalls
Get some sleep now and we'll show them
This is our mission bus, this land belongs to us
Why don't they understand but I'm a brave man?
So come take my hand
And sleep well tonight
Tomorrow we fight
Oh, would you like it Lalli?
As the thunder booms by
So rest this wet night
We've got so much more to see
Oh, now that everybody knows
All about me
Oh, I've been rumbled, I've been sold
Born with plenty, now left all empty
You can have it all
There's darkness that befalls
Get some shut eye and and we'll get by
But still trouble rolls from the beasts and the trolls
Why don't they understand but I'm a brave man?
So come take my hand
And sleep well tonight
Tomorrow we fight
Oh, would you like it Lalli?
As the thunder booms by
So rest this wet night
Got so much more to see
Oh, now that everybody knows
All about me
Oh, I've been rumbled, I've been sold
Born with plenty, now left all empty
Now sleep well tonight
Tomorrow we fight
Oh, would you like it Lalli?
Oh, as the thunder booms by
So rest this wet night
Got so much more to see
Oh, now that everybody knows
All about me
Oh, I've been rumbled, I've been sold
Born with plenty, now left all empty
Post by: Fogtreader on July 14, 2015, 02:57:04 AM
p. 301
Share a quiet walk
Below the footsteps of fear
In the view of fate.
p. 302
Hunting through the waste
Unseen threats hasten the task
No place for kittens.
p. 303
Where are you pretty?
Cold fear snakes along the spine
It will have you soon.
p. 304
Stay put for a while
The danger may still return
A blast to the face.
p. 305
No kid gloves for thought
Careful for rough opinions
Sting like callused hands.
p. 306
It’s hard to be nice
A soft jab, jibe or offer
Gets left out to dry.
p. 307
Friends aren’t made at once
Eager and strong effort turns
Good intentions foul.
p. 308
Peace, though much wanted
Is a small reward when earned
At a sorry price.
p. 309
Time to sleep or dream
Swaddled in uncertainty
Helping hands far away.
p. 310
Stepping through the past.
Where memories scarred with holes
Now just rusts in peace.
p. 311
You don’t need top grades
One way to get into school
Is break down the door.
p. 312
p. 313
p. 314
p. 315
p. 316
Stay your hand and look
The eyes show where danger lurks
It is in your fear.
p. 317
Frozen by wonder
As it passes in surprise
Swift and soft as dreams.
p. 318
On a phantom ship
Moored against a backward tide
Your mind turns strange stars.
p. 319
p. 320
p. 321
p. 322
p. 323
p. 324
p. 325
Though it does seem rude
Having uninvited guests
May dampen spirits.
p. 326
p. 327
Tiptoe though ripples
‘Till lost to a wall of fog
Stranger dreams arrive
p. 328
A flash of anger
Where dreams so quickly forget
Jogs one’s memory
p. 329
Unexpected news
Brings forth some more questions
Demanding entrance.
p. 330
A reunion stalled
To ponder over troubles
Of foreign nature
p. 331
As they watch nonplussed
Soft this new face fades with thanks
His fear becomes triumph.
p. 332
Privacy regained
Onni takes command again
Lalli’s way is closed.
p. 333
Trees keep silent watch
As cousins hold grim council
Nameless dread returns.
p. 334
Thoughts turn to allies
Friends perhaps, whose chief concern
Falls with the gray rain.
p. 335
Emil heed your ears
Though wet you must follow them
Where the gloom clings thick.
p. 336
It’s just like training
Listen, know your foe, and look,
Now are you ready?
p. 337
Whilst you have pity
Look into Misery’s eyes
Tongue tastes of copper.
p. 338
Two faces square off
And test their nerve to survive
Only death shall rain.
p. 339
Despite exhaustion
Apologies are spurned when
Torn apart with hate.
p. 340
Now I rend myself.
See what you did? You hurt me.
Look at me damn you!
p. 341
Seems not like courage
But a great fear that dogs us
Is to call for help.
p. 342
Missing in action
Misdirection so blindly
Misses the target.
p. 343
Stay those fevered jaws
A bit of sunlight can change
Your troubled vision.
p. 344
Burnt exhausted pained
Pull covers over your neck
And succumb to dreams.
p. 345
Suddenly alone
The cold return of silence
Haunts the forgotten.
p. 346
The fear walks away
Leaving all our angry fire
Sodden with defeat.
p. 347
Rest and change your mind
To look up is to look down
Find hope somewhere else.
p. 348
We can only rage
As our inept hands just watch
Things pass quietly.
p. 349
Weariness succeeds
When every fight is tallied
And taken as red.
p. 350
To count one success
When faced with so much failure
Is the victor’s choice.
p. 351
Two tasks just as hard,
Untangling curls of flame,
Catching fading dreams.
p. 352
Practice makes perfect
For events you do expect
This is not a drill.
p. 353
Beneath a calm mask
Not all quiet is peaceful
When worry lies still.
p. 354
Sympathy’s faces
May sit beside each other
Yet remain strangers.
p. 355
No comfort taken
Walls confound and stones cover
Small short-lived merits.
p. 356
I don’t understand
But I choose to stand with you
Let’s look through the storm.
p. 357
Sweet boy, I return
Come close, let us end this rite
Tonight as promised.
p. 358
Peace approaches now
Through the weary evening gloom
With a blade of light.
p. 359
Courage followed through
Just one red streamer lauds it
It’s cold, let’s move on.
p. 360
Soft, bright cat ears hear
This eulogy and promise
I’ll come back to you.
p. 361
Time to sleep for now
Dawn skulks behind the walls
Washing out our lights.
The following were alternate haiku that did not make it into the comments.
326 alt
When in others’ dreams
Do watch out for punching trees
I’m jus’ passin’ by.
343 alt
Slow your blind pursuit
Let the sun clear your fever
Look before you bite.
348 alts
There are those who watch
Hating their own helplessness
Knowing well our rage.
The helpless just look
As we howl with useless rage
At things we can’t change.
351 alt
Unbind and arise
Attempt the impossible
Catch a fading dream.
358 alt
Fate seldom offers
One more chance to do it right
Make a good final cut.
Post by: corncobman on July 14, 2015, 09:41:33 AM
Give me something I can stab
Take all the books I can grab
Make me crazy with your hair
It's all gone hazy, it's all gone wrong
How can I decline the hair that shines
I'm relieved that your blade
Was coming to my aid
Emil peon, hair of gods
So bring me sparkles to cool off
How can I decline the hair that shines
I'm relieved that your blade
Was coming to my aid
How can we survive this world that lies?
And I'm flattered that you stabbed
I can eat cookies I've grabbed
Formidable but not afraid
Of the next world, just delayed
[repeats]
I, I wanted to be there with you
For I can only be normal with you
I, I've given my all for you
Now you, I wanted to be there with you
For I can only be normal with you
I, I've given my all for you
No, no
Emil peon, hair of gods
Whatever he brings
Will be gone
Post by: corncobman on July 14, 2015, 11:03:26 PM
New-Found Beast Hound?
The beast Emil set free,
Was it seen before?
Not a Manalan Rakki
With disease-ridden sores.
Not an armoured Garm
With its tough bulky fur,
Aggressive, meaning harm,
A human hunting horror.
Not a passive Kyrkogrim
Standing guard for the dead,
It was a beast multi-limbed
Emil stabbed in the head.
It would be at times docile.
With a surprise in its back.
Then lunge at the prey while
Using its claws to attack.
It had some traits of one
And some of another.
Stopped in its tracks by sun,
It ran away out of cover.
This beast that they found,
Was it a new kind of breed?
To have put down that hound,
They were fortunate indeed.
Post by: Brandenfascher on July 15, 2015, 11:38:20 AM
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Beast as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then its body rends
Unexpectedly
Just a scary change
Small, to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Emil and the Beast
Ever not the same
Ever a surprise
Emil so afraid
As he sunk his blade
Peaceful, the beast lies
Beast once old as time
Now with death belong
Bittersweet and strange
Emil had a change
Learning he was strong
Certain as Sigrun
Wolfing down a feast
Beast once old as yore
Now emblazoned lore
Emil and the Beast
Post by: corncobman on July 15, 2015, 11:43:02 PM
Stress-Free Kitty
What a cutey
Its tuna tea
Eating with glee
Happy kitty
Eyes wide, brightly
Wolfing carefree
Just food it sees
Happy kitty
Makes anyone squee
Sure you'll agree
Eats obliviously
Happy kitty
School escapee
Rescued lucky
Fortunate thee
Happy kitty
Hungry, happy
Feed merrily
Blessed it be
Happy kitty
New invitee
Crew honorary
For weeks we'll see
Happy kitty
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I Heart the Kitty (based on Take Back the City by Snow Patrol)
You heart the kitty for yourself tonight
Or I heart the kitty for me
You heart the kitty for yourself tonight
Whoa-o-o-o-whoa
We know you put its life into your hands
And it’s both now safe, warm and dry
But now it’s time to help the kitty stand
Whoa-o-o-o-whoa
All these days later and it’s killing me
Your broken records and words
The kitten's mother saved here it should see
Whoa-o-o-o-whoa
No need to put potatoes into my mouth
Don’t need convincing at all
We save this animal we have no doubt
Whoa-o-o-o-whoa
It’s a blessed
It’s a start
It’s a face with a heart
This kitty, its call
Wrapped in towels, so very small
Pick a dish, feed it fish
Got your medical wish
You can hug ‘til you drop
Cause the fun just never stops
I love this kitty tonight
I love this kitty always
It shows its eyes like a light
And eats fish with its cute ways
But we’re all gluttons for it
We fixed what’s wrong and it’s right
For every time it’s been hit
I heart the kitty tonight
Tell me you never wanted more from this
And I will stop talking now
One perfect kitten, in eternal bliss
Whoa-o-o-o-whoa
You heart the kitty for yourself tonight
Or I’ll heart the kitty for me
You heart the kitty for yourself tonight
Whoa-o-o-o-whoa
It’s a blessed
It’s a start
It’s a face with a heart
This kitty, its call
Wrapped in towels, so very small
Pick a dish, feed it fish
Got your medical wish
You can hug ‘til you drop
Cause the fun just never stops
I love this kitty tonight
I love this kitty always
It shows its eyes like a light
And eats fish with its cute ways
But we’re all gluttons for it
We fixed what’s wrong and it’s right
For every time it’s been hit
I heart the kitty tonight
I love this kitty tonight
I love this kitty always
It shows its eyes like a light
And eats fish with its cute ways
But we’re all gluttons for it
We fixed what’s wrong and it’s right
For every time it’s been hit
I heart the kitty tonight
I heart the kitty tonight
I heart the kitty always
I heart the kitty tonight
I heart the kitty always
Post by: Mikko on July 16, 2015, 08:56:58 AM
76. Something in the Darkness
Something in the darkness
making those noises
premonition whispering
eerie song of queasy strings in the mind.
Commanded, urged on by her, the captain
Emil goes, reluctant heart a-quiver
corridors of menace silent
rivulets of rain drops hide all.
Stepping there sets into motion events
innocent yet complicit
what ever dark is hiding, shadows shield,
might be born to this reality from gloom.
All the steps along the corridor
take closer to that impossible
snarling like brass in the ears
horrors all the mind can make.
Heart now pumping, pounding
like a drum, steady yet feverish
he steps on, the young man in apprehension
moving toward his fate, summoning it with his steps
as they recede
further and further
into rain
into dark
and
away
will
fade.
Finnish translation:
Jokin pimeydessä
saa aikaan nuo äänet
aavistus kuiskaa
mielessä levottomien jousien aavemainen laulu.
Kapteeninsa käskemänä, kannustamana
Emil menee, sydän väristen
uhkaavat käytävät ovat vaiti
sadepisaroiden virrat peittävät kaiken.
Astuen sinne hän asettaa liikkeelle tapahtumia
viaton, kuitenkin osallinen
mitä tahansa pimeys piilottaakin, varjot varjelevat,
se saattaa syntyä hämärästä todeksi.
Kaikki askeleet käytävää pitkin
vievät lähemmäs sitä mahdotonta
murisevat kuin vaskisoittimet korvissaan
kaikki kauhut joita mieli luoda voi.
Sydän hakkaa, takoo
kuin rumpu, tasaisen kuumeisesti
hän kulkee edelleen, vastentahtoisesti nuorukainen
kulkee kohti kohtaloaan, kutsuen sitä askeleillaan
kun ne etääntyvät
yhä kauemmas
sateeseen
pimeyteen
ja
haipuvat
pian
pois.
Page 336
77. Emil Races Fear
Mind racing races he now through the dark
with steps swift, silent forth he ever goes
sounds smallest ears so perked to hark
ready for anything, monster and foes.
Mewing aching, hissing, echo painful cries,
inner doubts and fears when Emil express tried
as from a doorway mournful moaning sighs
with finger in mid-air his monologue then died.
The mind with gnawing fears of unknown threat
excuses makes and seeks to run away
as boys there shrouded in the shreds of fret
denial horrors seeks to keep at bay.
What terrifying sight is there to see
as from the doorway steps to light of day
cold claws of fear to him they scream to flee
as hound so haggard stares he deathly grey.
Page 337
78. Mommy Kitty Up the Wall
When Emil heard the fateful call
peering through the doorway tall
saw the scene of savage brawl
and mommy kitty up the wall.
The situation looked quite dire
bloodied kitty in a spire
dog-like Rash beast jumping higher
did the poor cat eat conspire.
Emil's thought ran fleet and slick
realized the beast was sick
was reaction lightning quick
cocked his gun with one swift click
What will fate of poor cat be?
Will it ever kittens see?
Can it from this hell hound flee?
Will now Emil set it free?
Page 338
79. Like a Grosshound in the Wind
Parody of Candle in the Wind by Elton John
Goodbye Denmark's gross
May you ever fade from our hearts
You were the beast that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
You called out to our teammates
And you whispered in a lot of pain
Now you belong to heaven
And the stars spell out your name
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a grosshound in the wind
Ever fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along Denmark's greyest hills
Your candle's burned out long before
Your legend ever will
Monstrous fiend we've lost
These empty days without your presence foul
This torch we'll always carry
For our nation's monster wild
And even though we try
The fear brings us to tears
All our words cannot express
The horror you brought us through the years
Goodbye Denmarks' gross
May you ever fade from our hearts
You were the troll that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
Goodbye Denmark's gross
From a team now lost without you foul
Who'll miss the fangs of your vile maw
More than you'll ever know
Who sees you as something more than bestial
More than just our grossling foe.
Page 339
80. Metal and Blood
Cold hard the sound of lead
the rat-tat-tat of the hail of metal.
Equally metallic is the scent of blood
small red rivers, tiny tributaries of pain.
Foul the screeching beast in agonies
paws gallop urgent message of suffering,
rain mixed with blood, pool with stench of iron,
a dance of crimson horror to behold.
The young man thinks of mercy in regret
yet does not know what will release this awful chrysalis
cocoon for internal terrors bred, an abomination
that claws itself from furs that once kept it.
Rain hammers and flesh's shadows open
clawing, ripping throught its suit of beast
emerges from the hollows a new ghastly being.
Will it feel the song of metal, will it lay down in a rain of lead?
81. To Christopher (in honour of Christopher Lee 1922-2015)
When dawn in England still was grey
this actor to us all so dear
on Sunday morn he went away,
a career long without a peer.
From Middle-earth to horror's heart
from epic grand to drama's thrill
through villain's role and hero's part
and many more he played with skill.
With gaffers, DPs, actors too,
with directors, producer folk,
with film buff many, fanboys true
in more than seven tongues he spoke.
A forceful glare, the kindly hand,
a mind that carried stories all;
a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
true gentleman this modest, tall.
A lord of wisdom on/off-screen,
he seldom angered, always wise
an old man though he might have been
a spirit young was in his eyes.
He led a life of legend's true
expectations all still he defies;
in films and living shone it through
a soul that truly sought the skies.
The finest roles you've ever seen:
and some that better could have been,
He played them all now's time for rest
he'll sail on white ship to the West.
Page 341
82. The Spider-Dog in the Room
Skippity skip go the little legs
as Spider-Dog hunts its prey
the boy is running, help he begs
for doom has certain come his way.
The doom, the doom
from nightmare gloom
the Spider-Dog is in the room
he's bringing you the certain doom.
Panic-stricken heart is screaming
help is pleading horror harried
corridors these endless seeming
through on legs fleet Emil carried.
The doom, the doom
from nightmare gloom
the Spider-Dog is in the room
and bringing you the certain doom.
Spindly arms and legs a-skitter
Spider-Dog is hunting vicious
boy is fleeing hither tither
after him the beast malicious.
The doom, the doom
from nightmare gloom
the Spider-Dog is in the room
and bringing you the certain doom.
Page 344
83. Blinded by the Light
(Filk based on Bruce Springsteen and Manfred Mann song)
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night.
Madman runners all the more
Swedes all in the corridor
with a teenage Cleanser here
Down the dumps with the humps
of the Rash-hound's bony back
Emil's way trying to track
With a boulder on his shoulder,
feelin' kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-hound
With this very unpleasin',
sneezin' and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground
Well it was...
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night.
84.Sunbeam of Woe
Fast it was like in the flight is doe
but then confronted it deadly foe
its powers crippled, its gait was slow
pierced was by the Sunbeam of Woe.
Finally was it its time to go?
Haloed as it was by the glow
deadly light did about it flow
bit it deeply Sunbeam of Woe.
Immortal agony in death throe
bony its spines then weak would grow
ashes just ashes would wind thence blow
burned all to dust by Sunbeam of Woe.
Page 346
85. Sigrun's Call
Come down here now Mrs. Cat
softly climb back to the ground
don't be such a coward brat
gone away is that Rash-hound.
There's no need go up the wall
there now kitteh do not fear,
I have secured all this hall
evil beasties won't get near.
Come now, come here Mrs. Cat
why won't answer you to me
why are lying you there flat
you in shadows there I see.
Why would you here want to stay,
healer here I offer you,
we can do this the hard way
I'll climb up and pull you through.
Come now, come here Mrs. Cat
do we not have all this day
difficult can be you, drat!,
fine it wanted you this way!
I'll come get you from up there
wait up ma'm you'll be alright
I to safety you shall bear
even if me will you fight.
Page 352
86. Medic's Charge
"Help! Oh fire, murder, pain!
Medic! Quickly needed here!"
Sigrun coming through the rain
injured kitteh holding near.
"Alright children!" dad-mom says
"into isolation there!
neither out from safety strays
cleared until is all and fair."
"Oh you called a medic now?"
Mikkel into action springs.
healing, mending he knows how
with him all his gear he brings.
Stepped into the rain outside
Emil, Sigrun concerned sought
through the outpour sharply eyed
what had with them pair now brought.
Bandages he waved before him
needle, thread to sew the wound
was prepared he to safe life, limb
worst from Sigrun's cries assumed.
Out he called in apprehension
feared he worst for crewmates brave
"Medical who needs attention?!"
ready to his comrades save.
From the drizzle both came sprinting
Emil, Sigrun. And cats two!
Baffled there stood Mikkel squinting
felines, captain, young Swede too.
Page 353
87. Itty Bitty Wittle Kitty
Itty bitty wittle kitty
you are hurt and that's a pity
Silent world is cruel and gritty
and it always ain't so pretty.
Itty bitty wittle cat
sleeping under blanket flat
there beside young Emil sat
tried to feed the kit from vat.
Itty bitty wittle kitten
Emil with you might be smitten
it is all in his eyes written
as hopes food you would have bitten.
Itty bitty litte kit
there remain where you now sit
sleeping until you are fit
you'll feel better in a bit.
88. Emil's Kitten Lullaby
Hush, little kitty, don't make a sound
Emil's gonna stop that vile Rash-hound
And if that Rash-hound won't stay dead,
Emil's gonna pump it again full of lead.
And if that lead won't do its work
Emil's gonna try a big old dirk
And if Rash-hound escapes that blade
Emil's gonna start his own crusade.
Sleep little kitten, slumber deep
Emil's gonna stop that Rash-hound creep
And if it comes near just you see
Emil's gonna hang it from that tree.
And if that dog again tries to attack
Emil's gonna bravely with friends fight back
And if that fiend comes after you
Emil gonna go and run him through.
And if that mongrel still comes around
Emil's gonna drive it with Cat Tank to the ground
And you just stay there sleeping curled
You'll still be the sweetest kitten in the world.
Page 356
89. Spirit Departing
Piercing these veils
cat's spirit rising
toward heavens
in graceful circles.
Finally free now
from earthly woes
softly is treading
field of the skies.
Reaching her offspring
tenderly stroking
one that is living
existence's sole reason.
Bids silent farewell
blesses her child
spirit then fading
she leaves this world.
Quiet her departure
yet hunt continues
in the wider wilds
of happier heavens.
Page 358
90. Prayer of a Dying Beast
Rain washing feral sins away
night has come like friend at last
to end the agony I pray
this endless nightmare will be past.
Of Men and Beasts now sings the night
as weary world is closing in
as mercy given ends all fight
will dagger's edge erase all sin.
Oh sweet is from this time release
from place where raging hungers feed
with blade's cold kiss my life will cease
my spirit from this torment freed.
Now come avenger, Man, strike true
my soul longs, aches for sleep's embrace
as steel's keen edge now runs me through
I mayhaps sweeter dreams will face.
Page 361
91. Life Lessons
Illan hämyn harmaudessa
sadesäässä kalvakassa
seisoi Emil poika nuori
pohti syntyjä syviä
mietti kohtalon kovia
oppitunteja omia.
In the greyness of the twilight
in the rain in paleness pouring
there stood then young lad named Emil
pondering was deep he wisdom
burdens thought he of the fate and
those life lessons he had just learned.
Veitsi veikin hurtan hengen
katkoi köydet sielun mennä
kärsimyksistä karata.
Kuni antoi Mikkel armon
kissaemon kuolemalla
tuskat karkotti kamalat.
Knife took life from hound this evening
cut the bonds to let the soul free
torments all these thus escaping.
As did Mikkel mercy grant when
by the death of mother kitty
pains he baleful did thus banish.
Satehessa seisoi Lalli
ootti matkakumppalia
joka raihnan rakin riisti
hengen veipä veitsellänsä
rauhan antoi raukallekin
pedon päästi piinastansa.
Also in the rain stood Lalli
travelling companion waiting
who had taken from hound horrid
with his blade all life and spirit
peace to wretched had bestowed and
freed the beast from painful burden.
Tunsi hengen hämärässä
illan taivon tumman alla
koiran kaiken kaikkoavan.
Tunsi kuinka ystävänsä
Emil Ruotsin poika nuori
vaiti saapui surussansa.
Felt he spirit in the gloaming
under dark skies of the evening
of hound all departing switfly.
Felt he how his friend approaching
Emil young this son of Sweden
silent came to him in sorrow.
Vaan ei Lalli haastellutkaan
ilmaissutkaan ilmoillensa
tietäjän nuoren surua
huojennusta ystävälleen
huokas' hiljaa hyväksynnän
tervehtihe tuttuansa.
But then did not speak out Lalli
did not express his thought fully
all the sorrow of young wiseman
or relief to his friend utter
he just quiet sighed approval
greeted thus his good companion.
Oppi tuona yönä Emil
oppi vähän elämästä
kuolemasta karvan verran
oppi armosta hitusen
oppi vastuusta vähäsen
sielustansa suuret määrät.
Learned that night this young man Emil
Learned he lesson small of life and
understood of death one measure
learned of mercy he a portion
of responsibility and
of his soul had learned he much then.
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92. Hiiden Hurttien tarina / Tale of the Hounds of Hell
Tuli koirat Tuonelasta
saapui tänne hurtat Hornan
sikisivät soita myöte
kasvoivatpa kalmistoista
inehmoille turmioksi
kauhuksipa kansan kaiken.
Thus came dogs from lands of Tuoni
here arrived the the hounds of Horna
in the swamplands were all bred and
sprang they up from ground in lichyards
so to bring forth banes to mankind
horror to all living folk here.
Kiiri huuto, kaikui haukku
rakkein raivoin ravatessa
ihmisiä ahdistaissa
väen kanssa kamppaillessa.
Ivaa nauroi henget Hornan
herra Tuonelan hyrisi.
Heard was baying, echoed barking
raging on as ran these mongrels
humankind they struck with cold terror
were contending with all people.
Mocking laughed the evil spirits
Tuonela's was lord with mirth filled.
Nousi vastaan hurjain hurttain
joukko tietäjäin väkeväin.
Loitsut suuret silloin laati
laulut laski valloillensa
piskit pirun karkottivat
kammitsoivat kalman alle.
Rose against the hounds so horrid
company of mighty wisemen.
Spells of might by them deviced and
songs were unleashed full of power
thus they drove out dogs of devil
bound forever under death's seal.
Vaikka vaara vältettihin
paha päivä voitettihin
vielä jäivät vaivoiksemme
sillä virtas heissä henki
kuolematon kalman voima.
Though was danger then averted
evil hour thus was conquered
were here left to us now trouble
for was flowing through them spirit
death's was in then force immortal.
Kiven, korven, ruohon alla
pahuuden nuo pedot uinuu
kerran nousevat levosta,
yötpä täyttää karvas kauhu
päivät pelon, tuskan täydet,
kuni saapuu sankarimme
uudet petoin voittajiksi.
Under stone and wood and meadow
there they sleep the beasts of evil
will once more they rise from slumber
nights will fill with bitter terrors
days with fear and anguish crown'ed
ere new heroes will them conquer.
Post by: corncobman on July 22, 2015, 12:17:02 AM
Cold Cat-ch
A new cover for
Chapter upcoming.
What is in store?
What will it bring?
A scene in the snow,
Man alone wandering
And stopping below
Pods of red dangling.
Lalli's duties to scout
All weather, snow or rain.
In the cold, dark without
Objects hang inhumane.
A look of concern
Upon that Finnish face
A worse sort of turn,
What horrors encased.
Staring at, solemnly,
Those pods upon strings.
Indeed can he see
Inside, are there grosslings?
Anyway, more Lalli
This chapter brings
It can only be
A positive thing.
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Oh-No (based on Heigh-Ho from Snow White)
I sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak in my time the whole night through
To sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak is what I like to do
It ain't no trick to get done quick
If you sneak sneak sneak, with a rifle or a stick
In my time, in my time
Where a million trolls combine
I sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak from early dark till light
I sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak on everything in sight
I sneak on beasties by the score
A hundred trollies, sometimes more
But we don't know what I'm sneakin' for
I sneak sneak sneak a-sneak sneak
Oh-noooooooo
Oh-noooooooo
Oh-no, oh-no, oh-noooooo
Oh-no, oh-no
Alone with splurk I go
*scream*
Oh-no, oh-no, oh-no, oh-no
Oh-no, oh-no
Alone with splurk I go
*scream*
Oh-no, oh-no
Post by: Greenwood Goat on July 27, 2015, 04:38:13 AM
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Safe Zone.
Our Company’s Alright
[LALLI]
Somewhere familiar,
Somewhere peculiar,
I can sleep anywhere:
I'm cat-napping alright!
Tuuri's enthusing,
Things are confusing,
But I'll sleep anywhere:
I'm cat-napping alright!
Nothing for dreams, nothing for cats;
Bring on the bedrolls, blankets and mats!
Old incantations,
New resting stations,
Not one who’s precious or polite;
Travelling tomorrow,
Cat-napping alright!
_
[TORBJÖRN]
Searching extensive,
Looting intensive,
Anything valuable:
We’re cashing in alright!
[TUURI]
Tomes and treatises,
Cultural prizes,
Anything valuable:
[covers mouth conspiratorially] We’re cashing in, alright!
[EMIL]
Nothing for kicks, nothing for free;
Bring on my glory, status and fee!
[TARU]
Old dissertations,
New valuations,
Nothing illegal or polite;
Travelling tomorrow,
Cashing in alright!
_
[SIGRUN]
Something that’s agile,
Something that’s fragile,
Seating for everyone:
Our Cataphract’s alright!
[MIKKEL]
Some anaesthetic,
Something emetic,
Cooking for everyone:
My quackery’s alright!
[TROND]
No-one too bad, no-one too great;
Waiting for better carries no weight!
[SIGRUN]
No time to brood now,
Nor check the food now,
No final briefings to recite;
Lower down the drawbridge:
Moving out, alright!
_
[TUURI]
Something aquatic,
Something traumatic,
Scary for everyone:
We’ll carry on, alright!
[EMIL & REYNIR]
Crates we did jumble,
Stomachs will rumble,
Shortage for everyone:
It’s all his/my fault, all right!
[REYNIR]
Not much idea, nowhere to roam;
Bring me adventure, travel and home!
[EXPEDITION CREW]
Wide Nordic spaces,
White Nordic faces,
Hey now, we’re what survived the blight;
Travelling to follow,
Company’s all right!
[CUT TO Madagascar. A group of people are dancing under a painted banner: MADAGASCAR BEACH PARTY]
[EMIL]
[yells]
Travelling to follow OUR company, all RIGHT?!
[DERPKITTY bounds cutely to the fore, and addresses the audience]
[DERPKITTY]
^This story takes place across the whole of Scandinavia, around and about these three families, of three nations. First, the Swedish family Västerström, a formerly wealthy clan, abroad now in search of a new fortune, to replace that which they lost… through their own bad decisions. They don’t like to talk about it. Second, the Norwegian family Eide - hunters and cleavers of the flesh of beasts and giants. Lastly, the Finnish family of Hotakainen and Hollola, who lived mostly on the islands of the Saimaa Lake system, until these islands started getting eaten, one after another. Plus, there is a Danish Madsen, an Icelandic Arnisson, and, last but not least, my favourite character, the real leader of the entire ensemble, endowed with such natural grace and abundant charisma, charm and cuteness that it would be impossible to say otherwise, there is myself, the cat.^ [Mews sweetly]
[The ICELANDIC COUNCILWOMAN sweeps in from the left, surveying the company and its equipment]
Everything we’ve paid for, company’s alright!
[She stops, stares, then shoots a suspicious look at TORBJÖRN]
[TORBJÖRN]
[Hurriedly seeking to distract attention, shouts]
And now, the entire cast!
[ENTIRE CAST begins filing in]
_
[ENTIRE CAST]
Somewhere familiar,
Somewhere peculiar
Somewhere for everybody:
Company’s alright!
Something ungodly,
Something that’s shoddy-
[TROND]
Something on everybody!
Blackmail-
[ENTIRE CAST]
-Is alright!
[VÄSTERSTRÖM KIDS]
Nothing that sucks.
[ADMIRAL OLSEN]
NOTHING THAT BLOWS.
[TARU]
[Indicating OLSEN:]
That’s Brian Blessed under those clothes.
[EXPEDITION CREW]
Cunning defences!
[SUPPORT CREW]
Running expenses!
[ALL]
Thousands of monsters out of sight!
[SIGRUN]
Warriors and students!
[REYNIR]
Cityscapes and mutants!
[SIV]
Salaries and raises!
[EMIL]
Dynamite and blazes!
[TORBJÖRN]
Documents!
[TROND]
Incompetents!
[SIV]
Liquidity!
[ONNI]
Stupidity!
[EMIL]
Grenades!
[SIGRUN]
Raids!
[TUURI]
Books!
[MIKKEL]
Cooks!
[REYNIR]
Stowaways!
Throwaways!
Blowaways!
Towaways!
[ALL]
No end in sight, no rival force,
And some awesome kitties, of course!
Rudeness and radness,
Fanficcing madness -
All here for free on just one site!
Updating tomorrow,
Company’s-Comic is-Company’s-Comic is alright!
Post by: corncobman on July 28, 2015, 10:56:12 PM
Snow Shod, Back to Squad
Background of white,
Preview page show.
Scout of the night,
Trudges through snow.
His footsteps light,
Taking it slow.
With his frame slight,
He stretches like so.
Leaving his tracks,
From the pods upon lines.
Making his way back
So he can at last recline.
Perhaps some more snacks,
As he shows them the signs
Of the hanging meat sacks,
Unsettling but benign.
His task was great,
This night unnerved.
As he heads straight
For comfort deserved.
What of their fate,
What will we observe?
We'll have to wait,
A week to be served.
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Always Cold (based on Always Gold by Radical Face)
You're a sparkle boy
Pony in all but name
You would kill for me
And knew that I'd do the same
And it stopped my heart
Seeing you kill that stray
But I only sleep by day.
Yeah, I only sleep by day.
But I'm going to be here until the morning
I'm froze on the ground
And we were there, when you grew restless
Left in the dead of night
And we were there, when morning after
You were standing in the door all beaten and tired
And we stepped aside
You only sleep by day.
Yeah, you only sleep by day.
But I'm going to be here until the morning
I'm froze on the ground
So quiet down
We were opposites at birth
You were quiet as a church mouse
Some were worried 'cause we'd know not what you'd see
And they said I was the spoilt kind
Omly I myself knew my worth
But you were always cold to me
And when I was a kid
I swore that I would show them
Now our work just took us half way 'round the world
But I stayed here in this tank
And I never saw your work
And you a mage was fantasy
But I am fine with where I am now
This cold is cold, and all that I need
But for you, this place is fame
But you can't flame me when there's nothing left to flame
Out of your mind
All this night
I've never known where you've been
There's a hole in you
The kind that the cookies mend
And you'd almost say
Right when you went away
That you only sleep by day.
Yeah, you only sleep by day.
But I'm going to be here when the dawn breaks
So just wait for my coming sound.
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on July 29, 2015, 10:43:48 PM
Snowflakes falling like a torrent
White above and white below
Snowbanks deepen ev’ry moment
Whither now does Lalli go?
Footsteps softly crunching onwards
Ever careful of a foe
Footprints freshly pointing towards
Whither now does Lalli go
All the white world seems to slumber
Evil hidden by the snow
Resting monsters without number
Whither now does Lalli go?
Winter sun still strives to shine on
Pale and ruddy is its glow
Winter world cares not to dine on
Whither now does Lalli go?
Post by: Brandenfascher on July 30, 2015, 10:01:41 AM
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Oh the beasties outside are frightful
But cookies are so delightful
Since the cat-tank's moving slow
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Lalli's showing no signs of stoppin'
Mikkel's made cocoa for soppin'
And Reynir sleeps way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
While the others turn in at night
Lalli loves going out in the storm
As long as he's out of sight
All the way home he'll stay warm
And the Tuuri is slowly driving
And Sigrun's stomache is dying
But there's still some more tuna, so;
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
When the others turn in at night
Lalli loves going out in the storm
As long as he's out of sight
All the way home he'll stay warm
Oh, Emil is hair beautifying
And the kitten is gently sighing
But there's still some more tuna, so;
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Post by: Brandenfascher on August 03, 2015, 11:51:23 AM
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In the morn' there came a rapping
Slowly tapping
Mikkel's napping from the night before
Out of bunk, he stole to heading
As he's stepping
On the creaking floor towards the door
Through the peep-hole, his eyes peeping
Slyly peeking
For a waiting scout of good rapport
There he stood, his arms a-flailing
Something telling
To his thinking, "just what is in store?"
Inside ushered for disinfecting
As is pressing
For not knowing whence he came before
Enters Tuuri for translating
Lalli's stating
And gesturing, pointing to the fore
Toward the driver's seat running
Tuuri gunning
For the steering device she doth soar
To the floor the gas she's pressing
And is stressing
Urgent leaving from this place of yore
Suddenly a crash is sounding
Without warning
Nearby building smashed beyond restore
Giant thing pursues proceeding
On to feeding
Their respecting selves (which they deplore)
Armament Sigrun is fetching
Reynir begging
And is pledging for safety in store
Emil, his grenades he's grabbing
Courage backing
They're preparing a most futile war
Before enclosures opening
To face the thing
A happening never seen before
The smallest thing comprehending
Their descending
Plight of ending in defeat so sore
The tiny feline bolstering
Culminating
Now sending out a massive roar
No-one was quite so expecting
Nor detecting
Eliciting of kitten's grandeur
Giant is now from absconding
Corresponding
With such imposing cuteness so pure
Kitten, the day now is saving
Fans are raving
Inside singing of praises galore
Suddenly the kitten waking
From sleep taking
Naught but dreaming fancies, nothing more
Post by: corncobman on August 04, 2015, 11:21:34 PM
Brain Freeze
Lalli's returning signals relief.
Scratching the door, his stay is brief.
Clambering down to the body beneath,
He approaches the thing that gave Emil grief.
He stands there and looks at the frozen dead,
Brushing his hand through the hair on his head.
With no ounce of fear or sign of dread, his
Hands through the skin, his fingers embed.
Grasping around the dead doggy's brain,
Perhaps to prepare a ritual of the arcane?
Or maybe Lalli's gone slightly insane.
Why indeed this organ he'd try to obtain?
Before the body is buried by Emil, he's
Granting the spirit safe passage, possibly.
But whatever the reason, whatever may be,
We'll have to see what he does next, won't we?
Post by: corncobman on August 05, 2015, 11:45:35 PM
Snow Problem
The scout with his tiny knife,
To help this troubled life,
One full of pain and strife,
To cross over to the afterlife.
With his knife to the skin,
The expressionless Finn
Grasping the beasts chin,
So his spiritual task can begin.
Meanwhile the rest of the crew,
Complains of their breakfast stew.
Some of their supplies went askew,
So they'll all have to make do,
While Reynir clutches the rescued kitty,
Emil bemoans the snow, what a pity.
"It'll dull our sounds." says Sigrun, with glee,
They can now go straight through the city.
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99 Problems by Jay-Z (with a few small changes)
If you're having snow problems I feel bad for you son
We've got 99 problems and the snow ain't one
Bow my head to the beast in the dead
Feel the ache right in my head
Pushing my fingers into its mind
Open the eyes of the blind
It's a pound of flesh but it's really a ton
99 problems and the snow ain't one
[Chorus]
If you're having snow problems I feel bad for you son
We've got 99 problems and the snow ain't one
99 problems
But the snow ain't one.
Like broken steps under my feet
I could lose my mind in this street
Outside in the cold but I don't want to freeze
To the heart of the city moving with ease
Well, you can come inside but that thing can't come
99 problems and the snow ain't one
[Chorus]
If you're having snow problems I feel bad for you son
We've got 99 problems and the snow ain't one
We've got 99
99
99
99
99 problems
But the snow ain't one.
99
99 problems and the snow ain't one
Post by: corncobman on August 07, 2015, 12:41:51 AM
Old Age, All the Rage
Sigrun calls out for the medical man.
"Can we eat this poison yet?" "Yes, you can."
Surely those aren't candles he put into the pan?
This meal was over before it began.
Emil spoons the death mixture into his bowls.
Taking the meal to the man on patrols.
Maybe he'll at last believe in his role,
As he releases the beastie's stricken soul.
Mikkel re-emerges with a massive load.
Scaring Sigrun as he dumps in the snow.
"Sorry for calling it death in a bowl."
Please calm down Mikkel before you blow.
Now Mikkel isn't about to get rough,
The former farmer's only stoic and gruff.
He's not mad, he's just throwing out stuff.
The rubbish he deems not useful enough.
Sigrun sees the discarded 'gramophones'.
She thinks he's confused them for trash, silly-bones.
Mikkel knows what he's doing, at least what he's shown.
Don't listen to Emil, he's a dunce with no cone...
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Don't Quarrel Now (based on Black and White Town by the Doves)
Here comes the breakfast
Have to hold my breath
Surely not the candles
Like a bowl of death
I can't swallow it down
Please don't squabble now
You're just shouting out aloud
Got to feed this hungry crowd
Please, mom and dad don't quarrel right now
Don't rage there Mikkel
I didn't mean to spite
I didn't know until Emil mentioned
They're old time gramophones discs, alright?
These so called gramophones
You carried out scrap from out of that place
You better make sure not to listen to Emil's so called wisdom, ma'am.
My God! what a shock!
I've read it all in his files.
This is all useless tat, ma'am!
This is all useless tat, there's nothing here.
You should listen to me now
That Emil is a clown
He will only drag us down
You just carried trash around
Please don't quarrel now
Just listen to me now
Don't you listen to the clown
He'll only drag us down
You just carried trash around
Gotta throw the rubbish out
Post by: corncobman on August 10, 2015, 12:57:52 AM
Surprise Meating
The old couple bicker over their child,
Sigrun defensive while Mikkel just smiled.
The genius of Emil was only self-styled,
The contrary evidence stacked up in that pile.
Emil calls out to feed the Finnish man-cat,
It'll get cold, Lalli has no interest in that.
He himself eats, while on the wall he's sat,
The spoonful falls onto his coat with a wet splat.
The surprise and the shock at the gory scene,
Lalli working like a meat-processing machine.
Dismantling, bones and flesh arranging obscene.
Before he has to have a bath again to get clean.
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He Ain't Stupid, He's My Warrior
(based on He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother by Hollies)
His wisdom vast
His thinking and moving fast
You speak like you know his past
You're stupid
But I'm smart
Smart enough to understand
He ain't stupid, he's my warrior
Mikkel you're wrong
His smartness is of the most best
He passes my smartness test
You're stupid
For I know
He is the awesomest guy
He ain't stupid, he's my warrior
He's not stupid at all
He's clever with the smarts
I'll rip you apart
You smiling Danish fart
You're dumb and you're most stupid
It's a big, big brain
He helped so much in the rain
Even though he causes pain
You dumb Dane
And the Swede
Most best right hand man indeed
He ain't stupid, he's my warrior
He's my warrior
He ain't stupid, he's my warrior
He ain't stupid, he's my warrior
Post by: Mikko on August 10, 2015, 01:39:14 PM
93. Through the Silent Snow
You would not think of horrors here,
you would not think of ancient fear,
as red glows day at sky's dull rim
as whiteness drifts from heavens dim.
As feet draw passage in the snow,
and mark my passing in their flow,
dark water's edge, the sleeping ground
as homeward I in gloaming bound.
In whiteness soft I roam here still,
in stillness glowing silent thrill,
a peace today upon land lies
drift snowflakes down from sleepy skies.
The silhouettes to distance fade
these mountains hazy all man-made
in ruin all tall spires lay
a city's ghost against light grey.
With silent step in Silent World
as snow and wind are both unfurled
I come from vigil of night past
to home and hearth, my friends at last.
Page 366
94. Lalli's Cauldron (after Shakespeare)
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Grossling, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a spider-snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of troll, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, tongue of Rash-dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Hand of giant; tooth of wolf;
hell-hound's carcass; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd in the dark;
tenctacled troll's liver too;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of grossling, dog-fiend's lips;
Finger of a vaettur creeping
under stones found cold it sleeping
collect all, together grab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a beast's old chaudron,
For ingrediants of Lalli's caldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
For not potion be in vain
add then further one dog's brain.
Post by: corncobman on August 10, 2015, 11:59:33 PM
Why, Climb High?
Emil in shock, he can only ask "Why?"
Clutching his head, he gets no reply.
Holding the skull is the Finnish cat-guy,
As he makes his way to the tree that's nearby.
Emil' reaction seems like he's about to cry.
He just stands, watching, his brain fried.
Putting the skull on his head he climbs high.
Why couldn't he just let sleeping dog lie?
Reynir curious as they have caught his eye.
While the wordless mage makes for the sky.
Tuuri says "It's just mage stuff." - don't pry!
Preparing the scene for the death-rites, stand by...
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Tell Me Why by the Beatles (with a few small changes)
Tell me why you sliced, and why debone the beast,
Tell me why the skull, and why you climb the tree.
Well I brought you porridge that we had,
But you left me sitting on my own,
Did you have to treat the dog so bad,
All I do is hold my head and moan.
Tell me why you slice, and why debone the beast,
Tell me why the skull, and why you climb the tree.
What's this horror I see that you've done,
Tell me why you damned Finnish guy,
That's the dog skull you just put on,
I can't believe my very eyes.
Tell me why you sliced, and why debone the beast,
Tell me why the skull, and why you climb the tree.
Well I ask you why you climb the tree,
What is this you're doing? Stop it, please!
I can't believe this, I think I'll spew!
'Cause I really can't stand it, I'm need answers from you.
Tell me why the skull, and why you climb the tree.
Post by: corncobman on August 13, 2015, 11:40:26 AM
No Skills Were Taught, No Mage As I Thought...
Cold winter freeze,
High in the trees.
Lalli's quiet pleas,
To make the release.
In the cool air,
He makes his prayer.
Meanwhile elsewhere,
Reynir eagerly declares.
The Icelandic reveals
He's a mage concealed.
Tuuri though feels,
He's not one for real.
No skills he's learnt,
No mage status earned.
No cool tricks to turn,
Tuuri stays unconcerned.
Maybe in time he
Can learn from Lalli,
Then useful he'll be.
A great mage, you'll see!
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Don't Stop Believin' by Journey (with a few small changes)
Just a Finnish gal
Eatin' breakfast with her pal
She ate the porridge meal
Sitting there
Just a country boy
Born in an Icelandic town
I'm a mage too I feel
Have to be, I swear
A cat-man in a the high up trees
Does his chants to free the beast
For a plea he can feel at ease
It goes on and on and on and on
Spirits waiting
Up and down the dreaming land
Their shadows searching
In the night
Magic, people
Prayin' just to help the fallen
Hidin' somewhere in the night
Workin' hard to get my goal
Everybody has a role
Sayin' anything to shoot and slice
Just one more time
Some will stalk
Some will leap
Some I saw were in my sleep
Oh, the journey never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
Spirits waiting
Up and down the dreamland pool
Their shadows searching
In the night
Magic, people
Prayin' just to help the fallen
Hidin' somewhere in the night
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Magic, people
Don't stop believin'
Hold on
Magic, people
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Magic, people
Post by: corncobman on August 15, 2015, 02:28:16 AM
Cold Reception
With it all done, onto the next task.
In the powder their sounds will be masked.
No time for hugs, or indeed to bask.
The ground crew has gone before they can ask.
Their radio message has fallen on deaf ears.
Tuuri assumes that they have the all-clear.
Meanwhile Siv still a lady full of cheer,
Totally not worrying about the weather. Oh dear.
Mikkel panicked because he has to clean more,
Lalli having covered his head in the gore.
Emil hugging and spreading it some more.
There's another thorough deep cleaning in store.
No danger, this winter weather far too severe.
It is too cold for any infection to appear.
Perhaps hoping to teach the mage-non-mage Reynir,
Tuuri calls out to her cousin, the feline-like seer.
Post by: corncobman on August 16, 2015, 11:10:56 PM
Finnish Cat Do Not Want That...
Lalli isn't too keen to ride shotgun up front,
Just too tired after the tree climbing stunt.
He's only growling and being terribly blunt.
Sitting near the engine - what an affront!
Peeling off Lalli's clothes is Mikkel meanwhile,
Bundling them into his arms, in a large pile.
Reynir's all worried, a health hazard vile.
Mikkel drips with sarcasm, with a little smile.
Stuffed into the pocket is the miniscule kit,
Tiny enough for almost the whole body to fit.
Watching the Finnish negotiations, Lalli submits.
He's not going to be happy, he looks like he'll spit.
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Riding Up Front is a Sickening Feel
(based on Riding Along In My Automobile by Chuck Berry)
Riding up front is a sickening feel
My cousin beside me at the wheel
I'm just so tired I wanna go sleep
Don't wanna sit there, wanna count sheep
It's cold and there's nothing but snow
We've no particular place to go
Riding up front is a sickening feel
She just won't listen to my appeal
So I told her bluntly that I'm tired
But she won't listen it's sleep I required
Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow
She's gonna wake me, she told me so
If no particular place to go
No particular place to go
Coming back with nothing to show
The task was bloody and the wind was cold
I can't believe she could be so bold
Can she image the way I felt?
These are not the tasks I wanna be dealt
Riding along with cousin Tuuri
You try staying up all night like me
All the way there I'll hold a grudge
To the next location we'll slowly trudge
It's cold and there's nothing but snow
We've no particular place to go
Post by: corncobman on August 17, 2015, 11:06:13 PM
Not Sleep, Trouble Deep
Tuuri desperately tries to converse,
But Lalli not in the mood remains terse.
All the while he feels worse and worse.
To travelling vehicles he is still averse.
The driver's abilities to take a turn,
Seem not so good as the snow is now churned.
Three-point turns in tracks she has not learnt,
For a certain nocturnal this is a cause for concern.
Lalli no longer hears cousin's words.
Into vague noises they have become blurred.
To lie down in peace he would have preferred.
The wrath of motion-sickness he has now incurred.
Tuuri oblivious to the sick mage's needs,
The signs of discomfort she's failing to read.
His expression and noises she'd do well to heed,
Lest projectiles from his mouth come forth with speed.
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Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys
(with a few small changes)
Wouldn't it be nice if I could sleep now?
I want so much to get some rest in bed
And wouldn't it be nice if I could somehow
Stop the spinning in this dizzy head
I know I'm feeling really much more grumpy
Tuuri your driving's bad and awful bumpy
Wouldn't it be nice if I could spend the
Entire morning sleeping away from you?
I don't want to hear your endless talking
I just want to vomit chunks and spew
Happy times alone that I've been spending
I hope the bathroom's free - I'll be attending
Wouldn't it be nice?
Maybe if I stop at this, and hope, and hiss, it might come true
Maybe then I wouldn't spend another minute with this crew
And then I'd be happy
Right now I feel crappy
Wouldn't it be nice?
You know it seems the more you talk about it
It only makes it worse to take, don't doubt it
So don't talk about it
Wouldn't it be nice?
(Head's tight, I'm not feeling right
Ooh morning's too bright this morning)
Post by: corncobman on August 20, 2015, 01:17:04 AM
Worry Wart, Get Support
We see the nearby town on the map,
And Lalli takes his much needed nap.
Reynir wonders about blood, the poor sap,
While Mikkel washes the black leather strap.
A red line traces their upcoming route,
Hoping to get right to the source of the loot.
Lalli's curled up in a ball, legs up, how cute!
While Reynir won't be confused with a mute...
His parents taught him to stay from infection,
Was it ignorance or was it more misdirection?
Better ask someone in the medical profession.
Anyway he should have been wearing some protection.
Post by: corncobman on August 21, 2015, 05:17:19 AM
Sick Joke
Mikkel imparts his vast medical smarts.
Not sure if he's joking? Don't take it to heart.
His deadpan humour, a master at this art.
Just let him know if your face falls apart.
Are they both talking behind Emil's back?
He wouldn't know if they were talking smack.
The mind games are played, a smile Mikkel's cracked.
While Reynir's quietly having a panic attack.
Snow falls heavy as their route is traced,
To relocate their mobile supply and medical base.
Sigrun looks out in front with a suspicious face.
Their trust in their scout's skills somehow misplaced?
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Has the Scout Done His Thing?
(based on Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits)
You get a shiver in the dark
It's a snowing in the park in meantime
Middle of winter you stop and you hold everything
A man was running cat-like, in the night time
You feel alright when you hear the door scratching
Well now you step outside but you don't see both of their faces
Emil was standing still and they saw the scout climb up
Blood and bone was over all the places
There was a ritual for the beast pup
It's just mage stuff
It's just mage stuff
In Kastrup town
Check out on the map, we marked out the route
We don't know what's out there, his descriptions are extremely vague
We hope he scouted properly, like he should
So we can avoid the worst of this plague
And Lalli doesn't mind if he doesn't make the hunt
He's got a night time job, he's taking a nap
When he's getting tired he gets very blunt
Careful that you don't make him snap
Has the scout done?
Has the scout done his thing?
So we're driving around, right into the heart of this town now
While Mikkel's washing the blood and guts all off Lalli's clothes
Is there anything out there that Lalli hasn't found?
Has he missed something under his nose?
Has the scout done?
Has the scout finished his role? His role?
As we pass the outskirts and enter this forsaken place
We see something that we just don't expect
The signs, they are all on our face
Seems like something the scout should have checked
Has the scout done?
Has the scout done his thing?
Post by: corncobman on August 23, 2015, 11:04:57 PM
Cross All Round
Sigrun seems mad,
Is this a dead end?
It looks kinda bad
On him they depend.
The cat-like lad
No longer her friend.
The slumbering cat,
Tuuri tries to defend.
A dead end it seems,
Bridge has collapsed.
Awake from his dreams,
No time for naps!
Whaaat?!? is the scream,
Shaken up with a snap.
How does he deem,
To cross the large gap?
Heads Sigrun'll bite,
Or worse is at stake.
What to use at this height
In crossing to make?
The car in their sight,
That looks like a snake.
Let's hope that he's right
For all of their sakes...
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Snake Car (based on Snake Eye by AC/DC)
The bridge is broken
So it's plain to see
Ain't no hopin'
Please wake up Lalli
Sigrun's watching
She looks so mad to me
Did you see the big gap here?
Better answer me
[Chorus:]
Snake car, I'm pointing
Snake car, look there
Snake car, just do it
Snake car, you can just drive over that snake car
(no way)
You make me grumpy
Can you not just see?
You just woke me
You can't let me be
I'm unhappy
Shook me in the seat
Feeling so crabby
With my weary feat
[Chorus]
See the thing there
See it underneath
Get to driving
You got to have belief
Drive the car and
It'll fit somehow
You woke me to point out
Gotta sleep now
[Chorus]
See the snake car, they call me a cat in the tank
Snake car, scouting
Snake car, back to sleeping
Snake car
Just drive full speed over the
Just keep the cat-tank on the
Snake car
Post by: corncobman on August 25, 2015, 02:06:53 AM
Brace For Loss Of Face
The cat-tank gets close for a check.
It's not a snake-car but a truck wreck.
The only way to cross the bridge deck.
Tuuri seems unwilling to risk her neck.
At first glance it's not looking great.
The truck remnants are in a terrible state but
Lalli is sure it'll support their weight.
Nothing to do now but just drive it straight.
The cat-tank whirrs into motion - there it goes.
Down with a crunch, it sustained heavy blows.
However up the slope successfully it rose,
With just a little scrunch to the front of its nose.
Post by: viola on August 25, 2015, 09:10:57 PM
Post by: DB (f.k.a. DaveBro) on August 25, 2015, 09:23:45 PM
(c) 2015 by DaveBro
ttto "Overflowing Cat-Box Blues (http://www.mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=4565)
Dr. Jane Robinson, 1999
The body of this post has been moved here (https://ssssforum.com/index.php?topic=477.msg61466#msg61466), to the filk thread.
Post by: corncobman on August 25, 2015, 10:47:30 PM
Drive Across, Tuuri
(based on Synchronicity I by The Police)
With one look
All it took
The cat shook
Both the sides were steep
Man assured
Belief pure
A nightmare tour
Drive across, Tuuri
Looks that were unbearable
Crossing point that's terrible
Almost into water fall
Nearly couldn't cross at all
Physics were impossible
Logic gone, regrettable
Managing to make the haul
Barely crossed, incredible
A cat crawl
The slope tall
The chance small
Take a risk indeed
We did trust
On truck bust
Made it, just
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Looks that were unbearable
Crossing point that's terrible
Almost into water fall
Nearly couldn't cross at all
Physics were impossible
Logic gone, regrettable
Managing to make the haul
Barely crossed, incredible
We were scared
This nightmare
On a prayer
Drove across, Tuuri
Made it, lucky
So you see
Inexplicably
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Looks that were unbearable
Crossing point that's terrible
Almost into water fall
Nearly couldn't cross at all
Physics were impossible
Logic gone, regrettable
Managing to make the haul
Barely crossed, incredible
It's so deep
It's so wide
Almost died
Drove Across, Tuuri
Made it just because
No mechanic laws
Didn't even pause
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Drove Across, Tuuri...
Post by: corncobman on August 27, 2015, 04:21:54 AM
Through the Blizzard, Making Yards
The Braid, Dane and Swede,
Tumbled like weeds,
Like pinballs freed.
When the car saw-ed and see-d.
With a basin on head,
Reynir's eagle-spread.
Don't snort the red,
Or you'll soon end up dead!
The man softly spoken,
Rudely awoken,
His streak unbroken,
Regathers his token.
He curtly lumbers,
Back to his slumber.
While unwittingly cumbered,
Are the rest of their number.
In the heavy snow fall,
Isolated and small,
Through the white wall,
Nothing's visible at all.
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Basin on My Face (based on Walking On The Moon by The Police)
Giant crunch is what I heard
Basin on my face
In position now absurd
Basin on my face
I can barely hear a word
Basin on my face
We are wet together
Basin on, basin on my face
Get this thing from off my head
Basin on my face
I daren't breathe or I'll be dead
Basin on my face
The gunk is soaking in my hair
Basin on my face
My feet are flailing in the air
Basin on, basin on my face
Ere I'm sick
Please help me to get me free
Kick kick
I cannot hear or speak or see
Help quick
I hope I don't get diseased
Medic
Get this stuff off me
From your hands it was transferred
Basin on my face
Being dry would be preferred
Basin on my face
Drying takes forever
Basin on my face
We are wet together
Basin on, basin on my face
Ere I'm sick
Please help me to get me free
Kick kick
I cannot hear or speak or see
Help quick
I hope I don't get diseased
Medic
Get this stuff off me
Face stay on, face stay on
Post by: corncobman on August 29, 2015, 01:08:55 AM
Sigrun Says Stop
All of the crew are gathered at the helm,
Surveying the bleakness of this winter realm.
The white falling snow threatens to overwhelm.
The endless snow is making the journey now suck.
The fresh falling snow is fouling their mood,
The colour white the only thing that is viewed.
Putting a damper on nearly the whole the brood.
Still trundling forward, their animal truck.
Reynir the only one who's in a positive mode.
It's probably his first time seeing it snowed.
While their attention is transfixed on the road,
In the narrow street they've just ran out of luck.
On the horizon the cat tank made the bend,
In the white powder that's without any end.
And now it caused their progress to suspend.
Stop pushing forward or they'll get utterly stuck.
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White Season (based on Mad Season by Matchbox 20)
We feel bored now, but we know it won't last for long
And I've been drivin', and I coulda been drivin' wrong
We're a bit stuck now, I kinda thought we'd get free somehow
Has this cold white season bogged us down?
Well, I feel sad now and it's because we cannot go
And I've been patted, I think we've floundered in the deep snow
Have to stop no doubt and somehow get the cat-tank out
Now this cold white season came around
So do we have get out
And use the little shovels now?
It seems to me, we need a plow
We need a plow
Do you think we should camp? Or break out the lamps?
Now the snow stopped our progress
You're loud and outspoken but you're never broken
We've come undone in this white season
I feel silly, but I think we should soldier on
We'll feel chilly, but you know we need to move on
It's still snowing now, frozen wind blowing flakes around
Will this cold white season knock us down?
So do we have get out
And use the little shovels now?
It seems to me, we need a plow
We need a plow
Do you think we should camp? Or break out the lamps?
Now the snow stopped our progress
You're loud and outspoken but you're never broken
We've come undone in this white season
Now it's snowin', all the banks grow and grow
It's blowin' all this fresh fallen snow, all this snow, no
At times, this winter weather just blows
So someone help me
Sigh, sigh, sigh
Should I, I, I
Start digging?
Now we've come undone
Well we've come undone
We need a plow
Do you think we should camp? Or break out the lamps?
Now the snow stopped our progress
You're loud and outspoken but you're never broken
Well we need a plow
Do you think we should camp? Or break out the lamps?
Now the snow stopped our progress
You're loud and outspoken but you're never broken
We've come, oh we've come undone
In this white season
In this white season
It's been a white season
Been a white season
Post by: corncobman on August 31, 2015, 02:27:11 AM
Fire, Oh Pyro
The crew step out to come up with a plan,
To dig their route out as fast as they can.
Mikkel puts a damper on, the sardonic man,
Well digging a path has just gone down the pan...
Emil goes back to retrieve his trench,
But Lalli grabs tightly, with his teeth clenched.
His own coat probably still totally drenched.
Emil's too strong his resistance was quenched.
Emil's suggestion is to make a huge bonfire,
The heat would melt snow and get them out of this mire.
Sigrun likes the sound of this idea, is Emil inspired,
Or just fulfilling his heart's burning desire?
Lalli stares and gets out with no overalls,
No layers of protection from heavy snowfalls.
What is his game here, what is his call,
Why be walking in snow barely covered at all?
We see inside Mikkel's pocket is the rescued pet,
Like a ball of fluff, as peaceful as it gets.
With both its eyes closed, comfortably set.
Not a care in the world, no worries, no frets.
Sigrun questions the wisdom of their scout,
As Lalli is awake in the snow and wanders about,
Forgetting the weather and an alternate route out, but
"He has a plan. Always." Tuuri says with little doubt.
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Burn Snow Away (based on Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac)
Digging snow
Isn't the right thing to do
How can we
When we don't have a week?
If we could
Maybe we'd make a bonfire
With a fire
We can melt the snow you see
We can burn snow away
Burn snow away
We can call it another burning day
We can burn snow away
Burn snow away
Tell me why
I'm liking how that sounds
Burn it up
Burning up's all you wanna do
If I could
Maybe I'd give you more fuel
Burn it up
The snow is waiting for you
We can burn snow away
Burn snow away
We can call it another burning day
We can burn snow away
Burn snow away
Post by: corncobman on September 01, 2015, 03:16:49 AM
No Mistaking, Cousin Shaking
Lalli stops dead while looking bemused.
The heavy snow's left him thoroughly confused.
Hoping he'd dispel that which Sigrun's accused,
But Tuuri's assurance is quickly disabused.
She's trying to set the whole record straight,
Beckoning him over while the others spectate.
The serious discussion she tries to obfuscate,
She won't find comfort from the answer he states.
Just trying to make things seem like they're fine.
Smiling and attempting to hide all the signs.
However the weather Lalli failed to divine.
The revelation drives Tuuri to the end of her line.
The mishap causes her composure to break.
A good little scout he was supposed to make.
He was to be the one that doesn't make mistakes.
Agitated, she speaks as he grabs him and shakes...
Post by: corncobman on September 03, 2015, 04:21:03 AM
Cover Head, Path Retread
Given a stern reprimand that's far too severe.
After Lalli has realised Tuuri's greatest fears,
The cat-man closes his eyes and covers his ears.
The spoken to scout just wants to disappear.
Emil uses his coat to cover his poor head,
With only vague noises emitting now instead.
Perhaps some things were better off left unsaid.
Their path back the whole team will have to retread.
That discussion was putting their mission off track.
Sigrun is showing her reluctance to turn back.
She always gets ambushed in some sort of attack.
Tuuri says sorry for giving her cousin flak.
The mage's mistake admission was to her a hard blow.
Accept today as a failure, ready the towel to throw.
Lalli taking his hands from his ears, says firmly "No!"
Perhaps something can be done about this endless snow...
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Don't Stop by Fleetwood Mac (with a few small changes)
If you give up and don't want to try,
If it takes just a little while,
Open your eyes and look at my face,
You'll see things in a different way.
Don't stop, thinking about the mission,
Don't stop, don't you give up here,
We'll get there, better than before,
Snow will be gone, snow will be gone.
Why not think about the path to come,
And not about the things that we've done,
If the snow was bad to you,
Just think what all the money will do.
Don't stop, thinking about the mission,
Don't stop, don't you give up here,
We'll get there, better than before,
Snow will be gone, snow will be gone.
All I want is to try it somehow,
Even though you were a bad cousin now,
I know you don't believe that it's true,
What more harm could I do to you?
Don't stop, thinking about the mission,
Don't stop, don't you give up here,
We'll get there, better than before,
Snow will be gone, snow will be gone.
Noooooo
Don't you give up now
Noooooo
Don't you give up now
Post by: Mikko on September 03, 2015, 09:38:03 AM
95. A Tank Rumble (sung to the tune of Jingle Bells)
Dashing through the snow
In a one-cat armored car
Over bridge we go
fast as shooting star!
Tank treads clanking ring
Making all crew heave
What fun it is to drive and sing
A Cat Tank song this eve!
Oh! Rumble tread, rumble wheel
Rumble down the bank
Oh! What fun it is to drive
In a one-cat armored tank!
Rumble tread, rumble wheel
Rumble down the bank
Oh! What fun it is to drive
In a one-cat armored tank!
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96. Snow Crisis
In the crisp cold Danish day
had the snow cruel cut their way
Cat Mobile had ice and rime
called to halt and stopped this time.
Kept those falling snowflakes white
seemed calm weather threat despite
innocent white landscape's grace
now snow crisis they would face.
Road was blocked by bank of snow
piling snow drifts there would grow
sieged they were, was all around
whiteness, them snow did surround.
Shovels, ploughs, bonfires, they
all suggested to make way
for their trusty tank through snow
with which to bring wall this low.
All were techniques far too slow
those suggested to slay snow
they would get stuck, or worse, freeze
in this whirling biting breeze.
Then the Cat Boy, Lalli brave
out stepped without boots to save
his kinswoman, crewmates dear
quick in snow did disappear.
Where on earth did Cat Boy go
hopefully next day will show
then shall be revealed his deed,
and we will from suspense freed.
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97. A Spell to Banish Cold
OK here is a small spell to banish the cold in Kalevala style (in Finnish and in English). Interestingly Kalevala holds a poem where Lemminkäinen, one of the heroes is faced with Cold and when he knows its origins he can conquer it. The principle is similar to the idea of true name in magic, which holds power over the being and knowing it will allow you to have power of the person whose true name you know.
I did not recount the origins of Cold here as it would have taken too long time but my spell assumes the shaman actively threatens the Cold by stating he knows its origins and has potentially power over it so it had better leave in a hurry before the shaman will hurt it for real. ;)
Pakkanen puhurin poika
kylmä poika Pohjolasta
vainolainen hyietyinen
henki jäinen yön tuvilta.
Kuule poika pahalainen
jäinen lapsi lappalainen
minun ankara sanani
kova korvin käskyeni.
Synnyt syvät sulle tunnen
emot elosi esitän
jos et kauas kaikkoisihe
pakosalle paha lapsi.
Tunnen syytkin synnyllesi
olollesi alut oudot
kaikki nimet noiduttusi
taidan loihe lausumahan.
Jos et halla hyinen lähde
jos ei huurteesi häviä
jos ei tuulet tuimat taitu
jos et tuki tuiskujasi.
Laulan järvet, laulan niemet
laulan kannakset kapeat
laulan läänitkin leveät
kaikki lumehettomiksi,
paikat pakkasettomiksi!
Pakkanen puhurin poika,
hyinen lapsi läyletyinen
lähde täältä muille maille
sua kurjaa tai kuritan!
Ota suunta suoriakses'
kuni kokkolintu lennä
kunnes pääset Pohjolahan
Pimentolan portin luokse.
Siellä seisoo rakki ruoja
musta, kalmankarvallinen
joka vartoo vartijana
Louhettaren kartanolla.
Sinne lennä Louhen lapsi
emon kansan kartanoille
maille valtavanhempasi
ison inhan tantereille.
Kulje kuuden portin kautta
taakse lukoin luvutonten
kylmän kiven kammioihin
Pohjolan kivimäkehen.
Siellä uinu unetonna
voimatonna vaeltele
alla lukoin luvutonten
sanoin synnyn sidottuna!
Translation:
O thee Cold the son of galewinds
infant cold from darkest Northland
o you foeman fierce and freezing
icy spirit from night's dwellings
Harken boy you evil tempered
frostchild of Northest Lapland
hear word harsh that I now utter
cold command with thine ears listen.
Know I deep thy birth origins
can recall thine birthing mother
if thee do not fly from this place
offspring evil run away thence.
Known to me the cause of thy birth
of thy being's strange are beginnings
all thy names from incantations
I can call forth with spell chanting.
If Frost freezing thee won't vanish
if thy rime will not be banished
if winds will not harsh abate now
if you do not bind your blizzards
I will sing all lakes and headlands
isthmuses I'll sing all narrow
provinces the widest chant so
snow shall never ground theirs cover
from whence all cold will be banished.
O thee Cold the son of galewinds
chilling child who causeth anguish
leave from thence to lands uncharted
or I'll punish thee oh wretched!
Take thy course to flee from this place
as an eagle would fly soaring
until Northrealm have you reached and
by the gate thee are of Darkhold.
There stands mongrel dog most horrid
black and in death's colour shrouded
who awaits there guarding ever
Louhetar's realm, fields and holdings.
Fly thee there oh child of Louhi
holds of thy own mother's people
to lands of thy ruling elder
to the fields of thy foul father.
Through six portals travel then thee
under locks uncounted ushered
chambers to of cold stone fated
to stonemountain of the Northrealm.
There thee sleepest without dreaming
powerless shall there now wander
under locks there dwell uncounted
bound by words of thine creation!
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98. Gilded Guilt
When things all dire look one day
a dead end looms, you've lost your way
if cousin scout's was thwarted plan
and go no further you then can,
there is one weapon, innate built
it is your ally, use the guilt!
Recall all people sweet and dear
remember folks from far and near
who trust you, give you love, respect
who raised you both and did protect.
Remind your cousin with your cries
of disappointment in their eyes.
Remind, press firmly to his mind
that it's his fault this current bind
and how old granny sweet and nice
would failure utter this despise.
How mom and dad and cousins, kin
consider this most awful sin.
If this does not performance help
you always can again give yelp
admonish his failed duty, grace
remind how now he'll lose his face
will crewmates all and you him curse
think less of him or something worse.
So is the weapon innate built
in trouble handy, ah that guilt.
-Mikko-
Post by: corncobman on September 04, 2015, 09:44:54 AM
Looks Bleak, Little Pipsqueak
"I won't fail" - is the determined scout's vow.
Other paths and safe spots, he'll find them all now.
Tuuri translates but anxiety's on her brow.
Sending him out solo, surely they can't allow?
Up all night searching with barely a moment of rest,
Seems like this task will be too stern a test.
Surely he's over tired now and excessively stressed.
Sigrun all too dismissive of her concerning request.
She likes his moxy and his positive attitude.
Smacking his shoulder hard - too loud and too rude.
Mikkel holds aloft his rifle and his coat with the hood.
To only one of them it's appearing none too shrewd.
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There Goes The Fear by Doves
(with a few small changes)
Out of here
We're out of here
Out of heartache
Along with fear
There goes the fear again
There goes the fear
And his feet fast
Quiet seer
His time has past
Cousin oh dear
There goes the fear again
There goes the fear
Close your tired eyes
You look too tired to me
Close your eyes, lay down
'Cause there goes the fear
Please don't go
You turn around and sleep's passed you by
I look to skies above
Unsatisfied
I look to skies above
I'm petrified
You turned around and sleep's
Passed you by
Passed you by, again
And late last night
Using your sight
Another rite
That's not right
There goes the fear again, please don't go
There goes the fear
Close your tired eyes
You look too tired to me
Close your eyes, lay down
'Cause there goes the fear
Please don't go
You turn around and sleep's
Passed you by
I look to skies above
Unsatisfied
I look to skies above
I'm petrified
You turned around and sleep's
Passed you by
Passed you by, again
Please heed me and now don't go down
But just come back I'm begging now
Please heed me I'm now calling out
But just come back and don't leave now
Please heed me and now heed my cries
But just come back and don't meet your demise
Please heed me and now hear my sighs
But just come back I'm pleading now today
There goes the fear again, please don't go
There goes the fear, please don't go
Please heed me and now heed my cries
But just come back and don't meet your demise
Please heed me and now don't go down
But just come back I'm pleading now today
Post by: corncobman on September 06, 2015, 10:39:28 PM
You Give Scouts A Bad Name
(based on You Give Love A Bad Name by Bon Jovi)
Slapped in the arm
And you're to blame
Cousin, you give scouts a bad name
An exciting trip is what you sell
You promise me cookies then put me through hell
Loads of sleep, got a hold on me
When I get so tired I can't break free
This mission's no fun, yeah
Do nothing but run
I can't help it now
The damage is done
Slapped in the arm
And you're to blame
You give scouts a bad name
I played my part
You can't do the same
You give scouts a bad name
You give scouts a bad name
You paint your smile on your face
You shook me hard and gave me no space
A quiet dream, was all I ask
Now I'm required to repeat this task
This mission's no fun
Do nothing but run
I can't help it now
The damage is done
Slapped in the arm
And you're to blame
You give scouts a bad name
I played my part
You can't do the same
You give scouts a bad name
You give love
Slapped in the arm
And you're to blame
You give scouts a bad name
I played my part
You can't do the same
You give scouts a bad name
Slapped in the arm
And you're to blame
You give scouts a bad name
I played my part
You can't do the same
You give scouts a bad name
You give scouts
You give scouts a bad name
You give scouts
You give scouts a bad name
You give scouts
You give scouts a bad name
Post by: corncobman on September 07, 2015, 12:45:00 AM
With Sprinting, New Scene Bringing
Can they be sure they'd be ambushed by something?
At least Sigun is, that at two or more would be dying...
So certain is she, of an grossling thing attacking.
However now is not the time to be worrying.
If she's so certain, why let him out in the first place?
Is she confident at the scout's running pace,
Or merely saving her own skin in the very worst case?
How can she be so relaxed with such a straight face?
Meanwhile Lalli grumbles to himself about all his woes.
Dashing through the white surface on the tips of his toes.
Glancing behind at the thankless, dissatisfaction grows.
Nothing is ever enough for them, that's how the job goes...
As we see the skinny one sprinting in white and black.
The colours denote now that there's a change in track.
A prior scene featuring the scout with the magical knack.
What exposition will be seen in this flashing back?
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A Hard Scout's Night
(based on A Hard Day's Night by The Beatles)
It's been a hard scout's night, and I'd been working like a cat
It's been a hard scout's night, I should be sleeping on a mat
And when I got back to you I find the things that you do
Will make me want to bite
You know I run all night to get you a safe travelling route
And I was sleeping and you woke me up just to shake me like a brute
So why on earth should I care, cos I'm alone out there
You know I'm never scared
When I'm back everything seems to be wrong
When I'm back feeling like I don't belong, wrong, yeah
It's been a hard scout's night, and I'd been working like a cat
It's been a hard scout's night, I should be sleeping on a mat
And when I got back to you I find the things that you do
Will make me want to bite owww
So why on earth should I care, cos I'm alone out there
You know I'm never scared
When I'm back everything seems to be wrong
When I'm back feeling like I don't belong, wrong, yeah
It's been a hard scout's night, and I'd been working like a cat
It's been a hard scout's night, I should be sleeping on a mat
And when I got back to you I find the things that you do
Will make me want to bite
You know I'm back outside
You know I'll do it right
Post by: corncobman on September 08, 2015, 06:55:07 AM
Gore Makes Sore
Gruesomely morbid.
Spattered in red.
Off the gloves slid,
That poor person's dead.
Tempers are sore.
He's snapping back.
The angry survivor,
Of a grossling attack.
Skalds blame the scouts,
No way they're at fault.
Accusations about
On a verbal assault.
On their part there
Insults were paid
Here that they'd swear.
Are no mistakes made.
Descriptions sparse,
Scouts they degrade.
But what if a farce,
Books themselves betrayed?
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Shut Up, Clean Up (based on Get Up, Stand Up by Bob Marley)
Shut up, clean up,
Clean up, you're a sight
Shut up, clean up
Clean up, you're a sight
Shut up, clean up
Clean up, you're a sight
Shut up, shut up,
You don't even fight
Doctor man don't tell me fortune is still on our side
To me the best case is one where no-one died
Say that we're still lucky to my friend
We weren't lucky here so don't pretend
You standing dressed in white, aay
Shut up, you don't fight. Come on
Shut up, shut up,
You don't end the blight
Shut up, shut up,
You don't even fight
Shut up, shut up,
You don't end the blight
Shut up, shut up,
You don't even fight
They say that the great skalds never make mistakes
Tell them all to stay outside and then see if they don't break
All that they know are in their books
They should go and take a look
And now you see our plight
So shut up, you don't fight, yeah!
Shut up, clean up,
Got to cleanse the blight
Shut up, shut up,
I don't care who's right
Shut up, shut up, Scalds only write
And we all just fight the fight
Clean up all the blight, horror, horror
Shut up, shut up, keep on battling on
We will see the light
The skalds say the scouts were disastrously vague
They should describe things while they run from plague
You know they don't understand
A scout is only a running man
You can help some people sometimes
But you can't help all the people all the time
So now we'll clean the blight
We gonna clean up all tonight
So you'd better shut up, shut up,
Help to rid this blight
Shut up, shut up
We just have to fight
Shut up, clean up
Clean up all the blight
Shut up, clean up
Cleanse it all tonight
Post by: corncobman on September 09, 2015, 05:42:53 AM
Blank Wednesdays Will Kill Me
(based on Too Much Love Will Kill You by Queen)
I'm just the pieces of the man I used to be
Too many mid-weeks without a comic for me
I've nothing good to view
And I can't begrudge this for you've
Done nothing wrong
I feel like Wednesdays are far too long to me
And I never knew what kind of struggle it would be
It's a vacant empty day
That's far too dull and grey
And much too long
Blank Wednesdays will kill me
I just can't pass away this time
Torn between is boredom and the urge to make a rhyme
I'm headed for disaster 'cos it's seems like I'd just whine
Blank Wednesdays will kill me every time
I'm just the shadow of the man I used to be
And it seems like there's no way out of this for me
The comic makes me happy
And all I ever do is rewrite songs
How would it be if there was something new to view,
Can't you see that these days just make me blue?
No, there's no making sense of it
Not a thing to do but sit and muse
Blank Wednesdays will kill me
Just as the comic makes me glad
It just drains the power that's in me
Make me listless, weak and sad
And the day will make me crazy
I'm the victim of your art
Blank Wednesdays just rip me in the heart
Blank Wednesdays will kill me
It just makes this time a lie
Yes, blank Wednesdays will kill me
And I don't understand why
I'd give my life, I'd sell my soul
Just hope it comes again
Blank Wednesdays will kill me
In the end...
In the end.
Post by: corncobman on September 10, 2015, 05:11:31 AM
Young Child, Falsely Filed?
Report checking might,
End the whole fight,
Casting some light,
On the attack site,
Gathering round,
Barely a sound,
Rogue report found,
Errors abound.
Barely filled out,
Much info without.
Of this no doubt,
Vague from the scout.
Scout of the night,
Devoid of height,
Did he do right,
Was it his report light?
Closer they see,
For scrutiny,
Stare wordlessly,
Who could it be?
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'Yes', I Say (Based on Yesterday by the Beatles)
'Yes', I say. All that this page says is 'yes', okay?
It's so vague and badly filled by they,
Oh, only thing is 'yes', you say?
Seemingly, this report was filled out improperly,
There's a blank space here where words should be,
Oh, 'yes' the only thing that you can see.
Why's this report so?
I don't know, it doesn't say.
It shows nothing wrong,
Blank except for 'yes', okay?
'Yes', I say. This is such a barren dossier.
All the skalds are visibly dismayed
Oh, clearly only 'yes', I say.
Why's this report so?
I don't know, it doesn't say.
It's barely ten words long,
Detail's not the best, okay?
No mistake, this manifest is such a bad display
This night scout only wrote it down halfway.
Oh, clearly only 'yes' conveyed...
Post by: Mikko on September 10, 2015, 01:24:02 PM
99. The Verse of the Cookies
Three tea sconces for the Icelanders beyond the sea
seven gingersnaps for the Norsemen pining at their fjords
nine muffins for the Swedes who tall are, blond and free
One Bisquit to the Cat Boy mightier than greatest lords,
In whatever land, the Super Sextet roams.
One bisquit to rule him all, One bisquit to find him,
One Bisquit to Bring him home and in the Mikkel's cookie satchel bind him.
In whatever land, the Super Sextet roams.
Page 385
100. To the Memories (Lalli Will Find a Way)
In a maze of ruined past
flying like the wind so fast
as a cat swift on his feet
all alone goes scout this fleet.
All about the narrow streets
desolation him there greets
dark walls loom above, around
as feet leap on snowy ground.
There to find was sent the way
ere will come the end of day
ere night shadows close harsh in
must find safest paths this Finn.
Cold is air and cold is earth
foul, cruel things the dark might birth
unless havens will he find
midst the streets that twist and wind.
But his mind then races on
to the days of past all gone
when was air of autumn sweet
there his memories old to meet.
Thoughts like thousands fly away
birchen leaves of autumn's day
from white winter's sullen face
mind flies to a warmer place.
Days of past like flowing stream
pass through thoughts like distant dream
days gone by, his days of youth
calming come his doubts to soothe.
101. Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
Answer: Oh she's redhead spazzy, tall, Sigrun's fairest of them all.
Mirror mirror on the wall, who is fairest of them all:
Answer: Emil Sigrun's equal fair, might surpass her by a hair.
I find that hard to refute
Tuuri is just so darn cute!
Reynir with his braid of hair
also seems to be quite fair.
Mikkel on the other hand
further from fair just might land.
Derpykitty all will top
justly is cream of the crop!
Page 386
102. Skalds' Judgement
Things ran sour
Finns look dour
on this horrid nightmare hour.
Victims piling
skalds keep filing
attack from this cruel compiling.
Medic sighing
soldiers dying
tried to save healing applying.
Captain grunting
failed the hunting
monsters while men were confronting.
Scouts defaming
skald are naming
for this failure them are blaming.
With solution
absolution
what escape scouts prosecution?
Page 387
103. Laying Blame
Laying blame
that will defame
this is one such ugly game.
Finding fault
without halt
person will pay for assault.
We have file
of this vile
villain who will stand for trial.
Here it reads
reveals deeds
YES that guilt all over bleeds.
Come now hey
he must pay
atonement harsh is only way!
You are done
guilty one
mercy will be given none!
Post by: corncobman on September 11, 2015, 10:32:05 AM
Nothing But Shame
Away he runs the lonely scout,
He's not willing to hang about,
They all know who is to blame.
Shame! The burning shame!
The rest gather to get some grub,
But not the younger scouting cub.
Using words is pretty lame.
Shame! In eternal shame!
Out the green slop from the vat,
Tuuri wonders where he's at.
Daren't even speak his name.
Shame! Carrying only shame!
Looking wistful with a glance.
Get fed while you have the chance.
He's not going to play that game.
Shame! Wallow in this shame!
When he's hungry he'll be back,
But for now the mood is black.
Things aren't going to be the same.
Shame! For endless shame!
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Peas, Peas, Peas
(based on Please, Please, Please by the Who)
Peas, peas, peas, peas me (slop into my bowl)
Mushy peas, sloppy peas, peas me (green mush for my soul)
Squelchy peas, greenish peas to go (make my bowl to go)
To go, I said lady, go lady
Make mine to go (make my bowl to go)
Lady, you know where my cousin is, he went away? (Lalli's on a stroll)
You said, you said, you said I'll see him again today (hunger takes its toll)
I said, lady, lady, peas, to go (mushed peas for my soul)
To go, yes lady, yes lady
Make mine to go (make my bowl to go)
Take this bowl for a start
Lady, green peas for my soul (pea soup for my soul)
Lady, lady give me, spoon into my wooden bowl (spoon into my bowl)
Lady please, baby please to go (green peas please to go)
To go, I said lady, yes lady
Make mine to go (make my bowl to go)
Peas, peas, peas, peas me (slop into my bowl)
Mushy peas, sloppy peas, peas me (green mush for my soul)
Squelchy peas, greenish peas to go (make my bowl to go)
To go, I said lady, go lady
Make mine to go (make my bowl to go)
Post by: Sunflower on September 11, 2015, 01:35:25 PM
Minando
"Lalli is a night scout and he is okay,
he works all night
and sleeps all day..."
Pobbes
He scouts his routes,
He eats his lunch,
He goes to the lavatory,
On Wednesdays, he scalps doggies,
and sings songs up in tress...
VRJensen1
Lalli's a night scout and he's okay
He works all night
and sleeps all day
likes to dress in Finnish clothing
and hangs around in cars.
wavewright62
He scouts his routes
He runs all night
He doesn't talk or eat
By day he dreams of Finland
And solitude so sweet.
Post by: corncobman on September 14, 2015, 04:44:03 AM
Not Alone, Cover Blown, To Atone?
About her cousin, Tuuri makes a guess.
Her face, one of sadness and stress.
He's gone off alone for his recess.
Drowning his sorrows with food, more or less.
With a dried meat ring seemingly endowed.
Ruminating until his name is called out loud.
Another person has come away from the crowd.
With almost an air of disappointment enshroud.
We see the face of the cat's cousin Onni,
Determined not to leave Lalli be.
Will he give solace to the wayward kitty,
Or discipline to him, who got off easy?
Post by: corncobman on September 15, 2015, 05:56:28 AM
Never Again, Hotakainen!
Onni presses for Lalli to explain,
One that he'll accept as a reason why.
Lalli, never try that excuse again!
That defense you just gave will not fly.
Your role is not that of another man.
One mistake too many, unforgiving.
Spare a thought for your dear old nan.
She made one too and she's no longer living...
He urges Lalli to return and get some real food.
The cold shoulder he gives, off alone to his bed.
Brushing Onni off, in a still sulking mood.
To lie on his mattress or rather under instead.
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Don't Try That Again!
(based on Won't Get Fooled Again by The Who)
You were scouting in the trees
And you missed a deadly beast
And some comrades that were our friends will be gone
And the men who checked your books
Have just let you off the hook
They decided the mistakes carry on
I've asked you nicely for your explanation
But the excuses in your declaration
Will not help those people that were downed
Your job is not like fun and games
Only have yourself to blame
You bring our family to shame
Well don't try that again
Mistakes, they had to come
I knew it all along
You were separated from your folks, I know
Should have taught you better, yes
Your last job made a mess
'Cause your reports, they are vague and content low
It was all down to your poor observation
I hope you accept your re-education
We are all duty and honour bound
Just hear what I have to say
Don't just stuff your face
Then come back with me to that place
Well don't try that again
No, no!
We moved ourselves and our family aside
All those beasties would all eat us alive
I got all my prayers and plead at the sky
Did you know that your grandma's error cost her life?
Do ya?
Your food's not good to eat
Follow me and get some meat
And there's leftover pea soup, by-the-bye
There aren't many of us left
Now I hope that you'll do right
All the towns have all lost members overnight
Now you walk away to my frustration
I have to worry for your preparation
Stare and just hope that you'll come around
Lalli don't just walk away
You make me dismayed
Then in your dreams I will have my way
Well don't try that again
Don't try that again
No, no!
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Meet the new mage
Same as the old mage
Post by: corncobman on September 16, 2015, 10:37:26 PM
Your Explanation
(based on My Generation by The Who)
People try to put us d-down (I await your explanation)
Just because we look around (I await your explanation)
Never try that excuse ag-g-gain (I await your explanation)
I think I'll have to make you re-train (I await your explanation)
What is your explanation?
What is your explanation, Lalli?
Why didn't you use w-words that day? (I await your explanation)
No mistakes are permitted ok-k-kay (I await your explanation)
I'm not looking for the whole n-n-arration (I await your explanation)
I'm just waitin' for your e-e-explanation (I await your explanation)
What is your explanation?
What is your explanation, Lalli?
Why didn't you use w-words that day? (I await your explanation)
No mistakes are permitted ok-k-kay (I await your explanation)
I'm not looking for the whole n-n-arration (I await your explanation)
I'm just waitin' for your e-e-explanation (I await your explanation)
What is your explanation?
What is your explanation, Lalli?
People try to put us d-down (I await your explanation)
Just because we look around (I await your explanation)
Never try that excuse ag-g-gain (I await your explanation)
Yeah, I think I'll have to make you re-train (I await your explanation)
What is your explanation?
What is your explanation, Lalli?
Post by: corncobman on September 17, 2015, 09:44:24 AM
Rock Slide, Bright-Eyed, Their Guide
Lalli walks away from his past,
Aside thoughts of former years cast.
Back to the present scene but alas,
Forward facing, a wall of rocks amassed.
He takes a moment to survey the scene,
Alone in the wild, his senses keen.
Now ready for this task, lean and mean,
Searching the path, the scout of nineteen.
Head down, chin up, his eyes bright.
Utilising the utmost best of his sight.
The diminutive scout, frame only slight.
He now accelerates, to take flight.
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Landslide by Fleetwood Mac (with a few small changes)
I took your help and turned it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered town
Till the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky, what's this strife?
Has the child returned from my past life?
Can I sail through this path with no mistakes?
Can I handle this knowing what's at stake?
Well, I know now of the danger
'Cause I've gone this time without you
But time makes you colder
Even children get older
And I'm getting bolder too
Well, I know now of the danger
'Cause I've gone this time without you
But time makes you colder
Even children get older
And I'm getting bolder too
Oh, I'm getting bolder too
I took your help and turned it down
I see a mountain and turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered town
Will the landslide bring you down
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered town
Will the landslide bring us down, oh, oh
The landslide bring me down
Post by: corncobman on September 18, 2015, 08:31:02 AM
Dark Walk in the Park
Silent and swift, the cat vanguard swept,
Dashing to and fro, breakneck pace kept.
And circling back, the scouting adept.
The vehicle lagging in his path thus stepped.
The left and right paths blocked, they're no-go.
Marking the route forward, the cat in the snow.
Arrows pointing forth the correct choice to show.
Lalli rushes forward, he's not so slow...
Finally the cat tank catches up, slow painful work,
Reaching the four-way fork, already marked.
"Hum." is Sigrun's only utterance with snark.
The only way now is through the front alley dark.
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Streets Of Copenhagen
(based on Hotel California by The Eagles)
On a dark urban by-way, cool wind in my hair
Small specks of the snowflakes, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I only saw one way out
The path grew narrow and the light grew dim
No reason to hang about
There I marked on the pathway
So that they all could tell
And I only closed both my eyes
This will certainly not turn out well
Then they followed behind me, and I showed them the way
Only one way, through the corridor
We should have brought a sleigh...
Welcome to the streets of Copenhagen
Such a lonely place (Such a lonely place)
Such an empty place
Nobody's home in the streets of Copenhagen
Any time of year (Any time of year)
Only trolls are here
Her mind is definitely twisted, she got the most loudest voice
She got a lot of stupid, stupid tasks, I have no choice
Forced to run in the courtyard and search for threats
I said that I'd do it, too late for regrets
So I marked out the arrows, "This is the way to go"
I need to scout on up ahead now since the car-thing is too slow
And still my mission is leading them out today
Woke me up even though it's not night
Just to find a way...
Welcome to the streets of Copenhagen
Such a lonely place (Such a lonely place)
Such an empty place
No-one but us in the streets of Copenhagen
Use my eagle-eyes (use my eagle-eyes)
Hope that no-one dies
The lights up behind me, crawling cat-tank on ice
And I know we are all just travellers here, with our new supplies
I know not what's ahead here
No idea in the least
We only have these tiny knives
And we're forced to fight the beasts
I'm still wide awake now, I'm still running through the street
I had to find the safe route through so I can rest up my feet
It's been a long night, man
I am made for tasks like these
You have to follow in my footsteps now
Be quicker, if you please
Post by: corncobman on September 20, 2015, 10:48:16 PM
Nice Knowing You, My Former Crew...
It becomes now more clear that
The scout might not be most best.
Tuuri's not sure how he'll react
When he's put to the test.
The vehicular crew
Grow increasingly worried.
Sigrun bids their rear ends adieu,
As their scout ahead hurried.
Sigrun bids them farewell,
Hopes they'll chat in the beyond.
A disaster she foretells,
Tuuri had them all conned.
Lalli utters some kind of grunt,
He's now unsure of the way.
He grows more uneasy in front,
This is not his most best day.
He then looks around
With his head in his hands.
Ominous things surround,
This was not at all planned...
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We'll Be Dead
(based on Much Too Much by The Who)
We'll be dead, I swear
Our scout has run too fast
Looks like our time's well past
Not the road we need
We're gonna croak it, I see
Gonna croak
Not so good it's just dawned on me
And soon we'll be dead, I swear
In Valhalla we'll meet I hope
I hope you see
At the end of my rope
But this lead's too heavy on me
And now we'll be dead, I swear
It was nice meeting you
I tried to be most best leader true
Not awesome, oh I see.
Meet our maker, guaranteed
We're dead, you see
'Cause this lead's too heavy on me
And soon we'll be dead, I swear
There was a time I could laugh and encourage you
But my enthusiasm's waned and the truth is we're doomed
It was most nice knowing all of you
Much too much to bear
Our scout has run too fast
Looks like our time's well past
Not the road we need
We're gonna croak it, you see
Gonna croak
Not so good it's just dawned on me
And soon we'll be dead, I swear
Post by: Noxyoursox on September 22, 2015, 12:36:50 AM
Ding Dong! The Troll is dead. Which old Troll? The Flesh-Blob Troll!
Ding Dong! The Flesh-Blob Troll is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Flesh-Blob Troll is dead. It's gone where the dvergar go,
Below - below - below. Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and let the scout in.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know
The Flesh-Blob Troll is dead!
Sigrun:
As Most Best of this expedition, In this city of the Silent World, I welcome you most regally.
Tuuri:
But we've got to verify it legally, to see
Sigrun:
To see?
Tuuri:
If it
Sigrun:
If it?
Tuuri:
Is morally, ethic'lly
Lalli:
Spiritually, physically
Emil:
Positively, absolutely
Whole Crew:
Undeniably and reliably Dead
Mikkel:
As Medic here I must admit, I thoroughly examined it.
And it's not only merely dead, it's really most sincerely dead.
Sigrun:
Then this is a day of celebration
For all who survive this expedition!
Emil:
If any.
Sigrun:
Yes, let the joyous news be spread The Fleshy-Blob Troll at last is dead!
Post by: corncobman on September 22, 2015, 03:10:51 AM
Attack the Meat-Sac
Into the heart of hearts,
Lalli walks deeper in.
From his team further apart,
The socially-averse Finn.
He gets all up close,
His stomach like brass.
Almost touching his nose,
To the repulsive mass.
At the dangling objects,
He takes aim with his fist.
Don't know what to expect
From the horrible cysts.
Quickly his limb is thrust.
Sickening meaty impact...
The clean strike is just
Confirmed by a loud "SMACK"!
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These Meaty Blobs
(based on Three Little Birds by Bob Marley)
I'm worried about these things,
'Cause are these meaty things gonna be alive?
Singin':I'm worried about these things,
'Cause are these meaty things gonna be alive?
Walk up this buildin',
Ahead of everyone,
These meaty blobs
By my weary head
Scary red things
My horrific sights so true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")
Singin': I'm worried 'bout these things,
'Cause are these meaty things gonna be alive?
Singin': I'm worried (I'm worried) 'bout these things,
'Cause are these meaty things gonna be alive?
Walk up this buildin',
Ahead of everyone,
These meaty blobs
By my weary head
Scary red things
My horrific sights so true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"
Singin': I'm worried about these things, worried about these things, oh!
Are these meaty things gonna be alive? I'm worried!
Singin': I'm worried about these things - I'm so worried!
'Cause are these meaty things gonna be alive?
Singin': I'm worried about these things,
'Cause are these meaty things gonna be alive?- I'm so worried!
Singin': I'm worried about these things
'Cause are these meaty things gonna be alive?
Singin': I'm worried about these things, oh no!
'Cause are these meaty things gonna be alive?
Post by: corncobman on September 24, 2015, 10:47:52 PM
Scout on Strike
Lalli's pre-emptive strike has no reaction.
He throws more punches to get satisfaction.
Blow by blow the blob undergoes subtraction.
Until it's reduced down to mere fractions.
In flurry of fists, like a boxing cyclone.
The fleshy mass to pieces he has now blown.
On his knees, exhausted, he then bemoans.
He can't check them all when he's alone.
He turns his head and gathers his wind.
Thumps his chest, the ever headstrong Finn.
Preparing a spell, drawing strength from within.
To make the dead meat's presence all the more thinned?
Post by: corncobman on September 25, 2015, 11:48:38 PM
Arm Aloft as the Flames Waft
Only the sound of the spoken words.
Praying that his entreaty will be heard.
The lines between reality about to be blurred.
The mage motions for this spell be incurred.
Closed eyes beseeching, the single scout there.
He raises his hand when he ends his prayer,
As a fiery red feline dances in the air.
The magic enshrouds him as the wind blows his hair.
His spirit animal therefore revealed.
It appears, the gods have answered his appeal.
The air ablaze but there's no heat that he feels,
And with this the whole room's fate is sealed.
The atmosphere fills an awesome crimson shade,
An inferno surrounds and he remains unafraid.
This friendly fire continues to cascade,
In the shape of a big cat coming to his aid.
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Feline Fire (based on Ring Of Fire by June Carter Cash and Merle Kilgore sung by Johnny Cash)
Lynx is a burning thing
Magic makes a fiery ring.
Bound by mage desire
I'm now wearing a feline fire.
My spirit thing is a burning feline fire,
In this town, town, town now the cat grows higher
And it burns, burns, burns,
The feline fire, the feline fire.
The taste of cookie sweet
When after, we'll meet.
They all treat me like a child,
Oh, and the fire goes wild.
My spirit thing is a burning feline fire,
In this town, town, town they all called me a liar
And it burns, burns, burns,
The feline fire, the feline fire.
My spirit thing is a burning feline fire,
It surrounds, rounds, rounds as the flames go higher
And it burns, burns, burns,
The feline fire, the feline fire.
And it burns, burns, burns,
The feline fire, the feline fire,
The feline fire, the feline fire.
Post by: corncobman on September 28, 2015, 05:18:05 AM
Swat Cat, In To Bat
Young lookout brave
Evil trolls' bane
Unleash the wave
This cat hurricane
Through the pods stave
Down the blows rain
In a furious rave
Paws punch arcane
Like an oncoming train
Running its course
In this dark domain
Relentless and fierce
Cannot be contained
Unbridled force
Tigers unchained
Batter and pierce
They dart and dash
In the dark hall
Puncture and smash
Like lion volleyball
Spirit claws slash
In a surrounding wall
Out the paws lash
In a dance to enthral
The podlings thrashed
In the eye of the brawl
When the blows crash
As the flesh all but mauled
In ethereal flash
One man standing tall
Calm, unabashed
In the midst of it all
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Make 'Em Paf (based on Make 'Em Laugh from Singing in the Rain)
Though the world is so full of all terrible things,
I know we should all be as careful as
But are we?
No, definitely no, positively no.
Decidedly no. Mm mm.
Some people have soft magic and
Some people have hard magic.
Some people have little magic
And these poor people have no magic at all!
And in the words of my dear old grandma
Rest her weary soul, as she was about to be dead
To the great beyond:
Make 'em paf
Make 'em paf
Don't you know that my lynx wants to paf?
(Paf paf!)
My cousin said "Do your magic, Lalli
But scout out accurately
He'll be summoned in fire
For those dark nasty trolls when required"
Now you could study writing and be quite elite
And if and when the monsters come you'd stare at defeat
Just say the magic words
He'll come at your feet
Make 'em paf
Make 'em paf
Make 'em paf
Make 'em...
Make 'em paf
Don't you know that my lynx likes to paf
My cousin said go out and show them a spell
But I hate to show and tell
Make 'em roar
Make 'em split
That's our job
But the blobs
Have to hit
You start off by pretending
You're a dancer with grace
He's happy now he's
Slapping blobs all over the place
But be careful you'll be bleeding all down your face
Make 'em paf
Make 'em paf
Make 'em paf
Make 'em paf
Make 'em paf
Don't you know... all my...wants..?
My lynx...
He'll be summoned in fire
For those dark nasty trolls when required
Make 'em paf
Make 'em paf
Don't you know that my spirit wants to paf?
Paf paf paf paf paf paf paf
Paf paf paf paf paf paf
Paf paf paf paf paf paf paf
Paf paf paf paf paf paf paf paf paf
Make 'em paf-paf-paf!
Make 'em paf-paf-paf!
Make 'em paf-paf-paf!
Make 'em paf
Make 'em paf
Make 'em paf!
Post by: corncobman on September 28, 2015, 11:44:12 PM
Blows Rain, Shows the Strain
The blows continue,
The more damage doled,
The more strain due to
The link to his soul.
Pain being accrued.
The spell takes its toll.
Blood dripping through,
Hard to maintain control.
Physically giving way,
He sinks to make it rise.
So demanding to pray,
He fades while it flies.
Heavy price to pay,
When it answered his cries.
A terrible display,
With bloody nose and eyes.
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A Kind Of Magic by Queen (with a few small changes)
It's a kind of magic,
It's a kind of magic,
A kind of magic,
One heart, one soul
One mind, one goal
One blinding flash of cats to me
It's a kind of magic
One tear of blood that shows the strain
No normal man can this way train
It's a kind of magic
The spell that sounds inside my head
Is a challenging the flesh-blob dead
It's a kind of magic
The straining seems eternity
The blood has drawn most certainly
Is this a kind of magic
(It's a kind of magic)
There can be only one
This rage that made my lynx appear
Will soon be done
This flame that burns inside of me
I'm hearing secret harmonies
It's a kind of magic,
The spell that sounds inside my head
Is a challenging the flesh-blob dead
It's a kind of magic
It's a kind of magic
This rage that made my lynx appear
Will soon be will soon be
Will soon be done
This is (this is) a kind (a kind) of magic (yeah)
There can be only one one one one
This rage that made my lynx appear
Will soon be done, done
Magic, it's a kind of magic
It's a kind of magic, magic, magic, magic, magic
It's magic
It's a kind of magic
Post by: corncobman on September 30, 2015, 11:02:43 PM
Summoner Kneels, Exhausted Feels
The kitty's ethereal form
Reshapes and lynx together.
No longer a large swarm,
One entity from the nether.
With a phuuu and a tuff!
The spiritual creature,
With a breath and a puff,
Vanished into the ether.
Leaving behind on all fours,
Lalli, the solo mage tired.
His summoning he's paying for,
Giving far more than required.
He kneels down all alone,
In the vast empty hall.
Made sure the safe zone,
So they can get through, one and all.
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Lynx (based on Trust by Megadeth)
Lost in a dream, nothing is what it seems
Out of my head, the lynx came, bathed in red
Red fills my eyes as it splits up to the sky
This spirit cat plays as my blood drains away
My body aches as it breaks
Away my lynx
Don't care what the others may think
As I'm pushed to the brink
Time and again, its duplicates get sent
The paws pat the blobs, the more I get spent to do my job
I can't lose control that I know, we'll never bend, we're both linked
Strike over and over again but I can barely think
My body aches as it breaks
Away my lynx
Don't care what the others may think
As I'm pushed to the brink
I'm on my knees, my nose bleeds
Away my lynx
Don't care what the others may think
And the spirit, it sinks
This magic as it was taught to me
My luonto comes to just me
Such is nature this is true
By gods, all magic requires sacrifice
My body aches as it breaks
Away my lynx
Don't care what the others may think
As I'm pushed to the brink
I'm on my knees, my nose bleeds
Away my lynx
Don't care what the others may think
And the spirit, it sinks
And now it's finished, my lynx
Post by: corncobman on October 02, 2015, 01:32:59 AM
Bloody Cheek, Sunlight He Seeks
Wiping his snout
Stands to go out
Happy, no doubt
Tired little scout
Covers his nose
As he slowly goes
Did good there, he knows
Fine job, little scout
Blood on his face
Turns, leaving that place
No trolls in that space
Satisfied little scout
Heavy his lids
No-one knows what he did
To freedom he bids
Mighty little scout
Closed his weary eyes
As he faces the skies
Back to his allies
Returning little scout
Goes into the light
My what a sight
Feeling alright
All smiles, little scout
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We Will Rock You by Queen (with a few small changes)
Buddy, called my lynx, now need forty winks
Summoned in the hall, and I did a good job today
I've got blood on my face
Found no trace
Slappin' those blobs all over the place
Singin'
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy, I'm a scout man, hard man
Tired on my feet, gotta take a big rest today
I've got blood on my face
Inside this base
Leavin' my footsteps all over the place
We will we will rock you
(Sing it!)
We will we will rock you
Buddy, I'm a cat man, best man
Bleedin' through my eyes, gonna get me some sleep today
I've got blood on my face
Found no trace
Exhausted, better get me back out of that place
We will we will rock you
(Sing it!)
We will we will rock you
(Everybody)
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
(Alright)
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Bleedin' Eye
(based on Naked Eye by the Who)
Take a little step and run into the room
Spirits are all connected to the mind
Found my luonto and watched it light the gloom
Its fury comes breaking unconfined
Got myself a fire-lynx, I feel power as it flies
Oh now it's finished battin' balls
I might look fine but my bleedin' eye
Means I'm not really feelin' that way at all
Not feelin' that way at all
You drive your own way and I run mine
They're both the same but we still get separate roads
You can open up your mind but when you cover up your eyes
You don't believe in the magic that I showed
Beseeched my spirit and fiery light came by
The world begins behind my spirit's call
I might look fine but my bleedin' eye
Means I'm not really feelin' that way at all
Nah nah no, not feelin' that way at all
I wipe my face and I hold my nose
Then I stand smiling at the sky
I might look fine but my bleedin' eye
Means I'm not really feelin' that way at all
Post by: corncobman on October 05, 2015, 11:07:21 AM
And He's Gone
(based on Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac)
And off he goes like a shot through the night
And no-one's gonna spot him
Takes to the light like a cat in spite
And who could catch the phantom?
There he goes, he won't be seen
Again, taken by a dream
Would he stay if they promised him cookies?
What about his team?
He is like a cat in the dark
And then he is the darkness
He's running off like a wild fire spark
And in the light is helpless
There he goes, he won't be seen
Again, taken by a dream
Would he stay if they promised him cookies?
What about his team?
What about his team?
And he's gone
And he's gone
And he's gone
And off he goes like a shot through the night
And no-one's gonna spot him
Takes to the light like a cat in spite
And who could catch the phantom?
There he goes, he won't be seen
Again, taken by a dream
Would he stay if they promised him cookies?
What about his team?
What about his team?
And he's gone
And he's gone
And he's gone
Oooooh
Taken by
Taken by the light
Taken by
Taken by the light
Taken by
Taken by the light
Dreams entwined
In no state of mind
Team can't find
They were left behind
-------------------------
Light Sleep, Gone Far Too Deep
He's away in the glowin',
Few traces he'd shown,
The nest he has flown,
If only they'd known...
A few anxious stares,
Only footprints are there,
Peeking round, despair!
Could be anywhere...
Where did he go,
Spent scout solo?
He's now a no-show...
Sigrun says "Yeah, so..."
The mage in state weakened
Followed light like a beacon
The rest won't be meetin'
Don't tell Tuuri, he's been eaten...
Post by: corncobman on October 06, 2015, 10:54:11 AM
Not Troll Food, That's Good!
Holding Emil back,
Sigrun's arm round his neck.
Was he attacked?
Have to get close to check...
Steps through the ground,
Reveal Lalli's not food.
There's relief all around,
A more positive mood.
A conclusion was jumped,
Much too premature.
Now those fleshy stumps
Are they dead? Can't be sure.
Lalli calmy rejoins,
While others lost their wits.
He was quite enjoying
The sunlight as it hit.
With his pointer top,
Stuck firmly up his nostril.
Explains as he flops,
At last his task now fulfilled.
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Passing On
(based on The Quiet One by The Who)
Everybody thought I was passing on
But you were lagging behind
Everybody thought I was passing on
To my death you were resigned
I wasn't ever dead, it messed with your head
Saw the blood with your eyes
I just stepped outside in the sunlight
Your eyes just told you lies
The winding road was long, so you thought I was a goner
I'm now sleeping right here, I've been running all day
Found my blood but not my bones
The blobs are all around you
They are all dead so I was safe anyway
Everybody thought I was passing on
And I wasn't eaten at all
You don't hear me, you won't see me
With your head behind a wall
You ain't never did see the magic in me
My steps are on the ground
I just hit all the blobs that were hanging around
The winding road was long, so you thought I was a goner
I'm now sleeping right here, I've been running all day
Found my blood but not my bones
The blobs are all around you
They are all dead so I was safe anyway
Post by: corncobman on October 09, 2015, 12:15:34 AM
Cat Stare, Fluffed Hair, Claws Bare
Marking out the location.
Lalli speaks only one word - "Map."
Received medical dispensation,
He takes his much needed nap
The dear leader's worried,
You can tell by her chatter.
There's no need to hurry,
But Sigrun's not helping matters.
Lalli's nose still bleeding,
Though not seriously hurt.
The tank slowly proceeding.
Kitten then goes on alert...
First opening one eye fully,
And then the other, at attention.
Fluffs up like a ball, all wooly,
And the claws out in extension.
---------------------------------
Big Round Eyes (based on Lyin' Eyes by the Eagles)
In the tank just peacefully fast asleep
Without any care just in the hands
A cat there you had slumbered so deep
In the leather gloves of a clueless man
While this tank on the road lagged far behind
A man used magic and for this he paid a price
But it was worth it to get peace of mind
For rewards his naps and cookies will just suffice
In the dark vast cavern, can barely see at all
And above are hanging flesh stalactites
Now we're in, the tank's slowing down to a crawl
It's not pleasant, you aren't feelin' at all right
Opened wide your big round eyes
You're a fluff ball of red and white
It seems that now you've taken fright
Can't look away from off your big round eyes
In the other room the cat-like boy is sleeping
With magic eyes and spells no one could know
We drive on but to action you're a leaping
Claws extended as we move on through the snow
The others are fussing over the returning scout
The big man grabs his plasters from his bag
His work is done and now his lights are fully out
With a plaster on his nostrils like a funny gag
Opened wide your big round eyes
You're a fluff ball of red and white
It seems that now you've taken fright
Can't look away from off your big round eyes
You're wide awake now, you're on full alert
And you're puffed up big like a ball of fluff
You sense outside, a danger, a threat covert
You feel that there's some nasty kind of stuff
You're staring with both your eyes like saucers
You're feeling scared but you don't know why
How did you get your apprehensive posture?
Something's there and you're not gonna let it lie
My, oh my, your little tongue is poking down
Do the others know what's there in the dark?
Feeling funny, there's danger lurking around
It's no longer a safe drive in the park
Opened wide your big round eyes
You're a fluff ball of red and white
It seems that now you've taken fright
Can't look away from off your big round eyes
Can't look away from off your big round eyes
Kitty, opened wide your big round eyes
Post by: corncobman on October 09, 2015, 10:10:01 PM
Fluff-Kitten Hisses, Signal Reynir Misses
Reynir clutches the now hissing fluff-ball,
Misunderstanding what the noises all mean.
Something above them making rocks and wood fall.
It's seeking to make live human cuisine...
Keeping the kitten very close to his chest,
Reynir is scared, but the hisses mean other things.
Up there, above them, the dark space infested,
Some husks are active and trouble they bring.
Tendrils reach out, almost grabbing cat-tank ears,
But they push on causing the strands to snap.
Something much worse than the sum of Reynir's fears,
Better move faster before they become trapped.
Some parts detach, almost wriggling away,
A creature was living up there after all.
The results of Lalli's testing magic betray.
The hall was too large, the magic range too small.
Pebbles fall down, 'till larger rocks come undone,
Disturbed by the noises of the tank passing through.
Drive faster Tuuri, quickly set out for the sun,
Before the living meat sacs consume all of you!
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Urgent by Foreigner (with a few small changes)
It's alive, it moves around
It didn't die, rocks fall down onto the ground
It's hung up, it now wants down
It's stretching out, it's come alive to the sound
Cat carer, you're assigned
Hissin' loud but you don't heed the signs
Got shivers in your spine
This is a warning from the fur ball feline
There's something above as cat opened its eyes
Kitty is hissing but you don't wonder why
You don't know, you don't know, what is out of sight
That's why you're worthless in the middle of a fight
Don't know it's urgent
So urgent, so oh oh urgent
Just wait and see
How scary the trolls can be
It's urgent
They wanna feed on your mind
Trolls everywhere but they're so hard to find
They're carnivores, they're multiplying
They're so hidden, they can be so terrifying
But you're not looking for the trolls up there
Don't know that the blobs are becoming aware
Tentacles are reaching, you nearly got ensnared
Better heed the warning, you better all beware
Tuuri, it's urgent
So urgent
You know, it's urgent
I wanna tell you it's the trolls Tuuri
So oh oh urgent
Just you wait and see
How scary the trolls can be
It's urgent
You know it's urgent
Get out fast, get out urgent
Drive out quick, drive out urgent
Gotta rush, get out urgent
Want out quick
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
So urgent, emergency
Emer... emer... emer...
It's urgent
Post by: corncobman on October 11, 2015, 11:56:59 AM
Little kitten is having a hissy fit,
As it's carried in Reynir's mitts.
Fur puffed up, both eyes brightly lit
Doesn't like the situation one little bit.
Stuck in the hands of a hapless twit,
Unable to move, kitty can't even sit,
Rendered immobile, the unhappy kit,
Wants to have none of his shenanigans.
Post by: corncobman on October 12, 2015, 11:44:43 PM
Crawling Skin
A skull shape in form,
From shadows emerge.
Like a demonic worm,
With a blood-sucking urge.
Ripping free from the bag,
Tearing apart the outer shell,
Then up its body it drags
Meat creature from hell
With long claws and spines,
Resembling a massive bug,
Pursues without pause
To give deadly face-hugs...
Like a stingray with two tails
Or a gigantic flesh mite,
Scuttling around on the trail,
Only stopped by the light.
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Good Morning, Good Day
(Blue Morning, Blue Day by Foreigner)
Out from the street come 6 strangers, I'm just welcoming them
I'm was emerging for my long waited feast, come to lunch my friends
We'll be having a delectable meal and somehow we'll stay together
You don't me come, but I'm preparing for you, you will stay here forever
Good morning, good day, I'm now coming your way...
Good morning, you wont see what I'll do for you today
I've always looked out for friends to come eat, I'm a friendly face
And I'm always been waiting no end and you won't ever leave this place
You drive off, you're leaving, no this will not do
You'll all have to stay for dinner
Well my pals don't leave right now, I'm insisting to you
I need some food, I'm just bones and skin, yeah
Good morning, good day, I'm now coming your way...
Good morning, you wont see what I'll do for you today
Good morning, good day, I'm now coming your way...
Good morning, you wont see what I'll do for you today
Good morning, good morning
Good morning, good morning
Good morning, good morning
Good, good, good day, yeah
Post by: corncobman on October 13, 2015, 11:29:04 PM
Snow Buried, Off It Hurries...
Burrowing down, the flatfish like creature.
Buried in snow in cold pursuit.
Protected from light its vulnerable features.
Thus making a safe path as it scoots.
Meanwhile inside the cat tank, peaceful and calm.
They're temporarily at a safe range.
Unknowing of the chasing troll-thing damned,
With human like parts, just rearranged.
The cat and the cat-man both sound asleep,
Tired from sounding alarms, summons and scouting.
Quietly dreaming, barely a peep.
While their vehicle continues to trundle about.
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I'm Giving Chase
(based on I Can't Explain by The Who)
Was a blob sleeping (giving chase)
Now a-scuttling (giving chase)
I feel hot and cold (giving chase)
Yeah, down in the snow, yeah (giving chase)
I'm now (giving chase)
I'm tailing you now, yeah, so (giving chase)
My back is a head and I'm hungry now
I will attack, I'll eat you somehow
I'm relentless pursuing for you are my food
I'll soon feast on you, now
Giving chase
I need a hug
Try to burrow on through
And then grab you
Now I'm giving chase (giving chase)
Yeah, I'm not one for staying, and (giving chase)
My flesh was once dead and I'm tailing you
A thing you dread is now coming through
I'm relentless pursuing for you are my food
I'll soon feast on you, now
Giving chase
I need a hug
Try to burrow on through
And then grab you
Now I'm giving chase (giving chase)
Gotta eat me some meat, now (giving chase)
I said I'm giving chase, yeah
You drive away from my range
Yeah, I'm the troll monster changed, strange
I said I'm giving chase
Post by: Zenit on October 15, 2015, 03:28:13 PM
Dirty Paws (from Of Monsters and Men)
Edit by Zenit
Page: 397
Jumping up and down the floor,
His head is an animal.
And once there was an animal,
It had a Lynx that mowed the lawn.
The Lynx was an ok cat,
They had a pet dragonfly.
The dragonfly it ran away
But it came back with a story to say.
His dirty paws and furry coat,
He ran down the city slope.
The City of talking deams,
They used to sing about the humans and the beasts.
The beast had declared a war,
The world wasn't big enough for them all.
The humans, they got help from the north,
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow.
For while things were cold,
They were scared down in their holes.
The city that once was grey
Was colored red by those killing machines.
But he and his furry friends
Took down the queen beast and her trolls.
And that's how the story goes,
The story of the mage with those many dirty paws.
Post by: Zenit on October 15, 2015, 07:10:20 PM
-A song from our crawling friend point of view-
Page 406
Edit by Zenit
In the dark of the night, I was tossing and turning
And the nightmare I had was as bad as can be
It's scared me out of my wits,
A corpse is falling into bits
Then I open my eyes and the nightmare was me
There was once the most mystical man in all Copenhagen
When the weader betrayed him, he made a mistake
The Lynx made each of them pay
But one little thing got away
Little travelers, beware, the beast is awake.
(In the dark of the night, evil will find then)
(In the dark of the night, just before dawn...ah.....)
The revenge will be sweet
When the plage is complete
In the dark of the night
They'll be gone!
I can feel that my powers are slowly returning
Tie my sash and a dash of cologne for that smell
As the pieces fall into place,
You'll see me crawl into place
Do svidaniya, travelers, my frends, farewell.
(In the dark of the night, terror will strike then)
Terror's the least I can do
(In the dark of the night, evil will brew)
Soon they will feel that ther nightmares are real
In the dark of the night,
They'll be through
(In the dark of the night, evil will find then...Ooh...)
(In the dark of the night, terror comes true...doom then)
My dear, here's a sign
It's the end of the line
In the dark of the night,
In the dark of the night,
Come, my minions, rise for your master
Let your evil shine
Find then now
Yes, craw ever faster
In the dark of the night
In the dark of the night
In the dark of the night
They'll be mine!
Post by: corncobman on October 16, 2015, 05:28:46 AM
Failure to Cleanse, Mikkel's Danish Friends
Driving through trees into sundown.
Quickly before they have need of a torch.
Passing by, into another town.
The walls blackened, all windows scorched
Observing the building, leader Sigrun.
Asks the medic about what occurred here.
What happened here in lost days bygone,
Inside the building, empty and eerie?
A mystery to reveal to them thereby,
This great big mansion, inferno-struck.
What will Mikkel say to Sigrun in reply?
Meanwhile, on Tuuri continues to truck...
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This Town (based on This Fire by Franz Ferdinand)
Eyes, looking but dead to me
Paralyse, surrounding completely
Now trolls were all over me
We had to burn
This town was covered in trolls
We had to burn this city
Burn this city
This town was covered in trolls
We had to burn this city
Burn this city
This town was covered in trolls
We had to burn this city
Burn this city
This town was covered in trolls
We had to burn it, we burnt it
We, we, we burnt it down
Eyes, finding a way to see
Overwhelm, couldn't do it discreetly
Now trolls were all over me
We had to burn
This town was covered in trolls
We had to burn this city
Burn this city
This town was covered in trolls
We had to burn this city
Burn this city
This town was covered in trolls
Then it, was out of control
And my burnt
Oh, how it burnt all through
Burnt, oh how it burnt all through
Burnt, oh my
Burnt, oh my
Burnt, oh how I...
This town was covered in trolls,
We had to burn this city,
Burn this city...
Post by: corncobman on October 17, 2015, 08:12:20 AM
Nothing stops the cat-tank
No slope too steep
No fence too thick
No trench too deep
No walls of brick
Nothing stops the cat-tank
No cable lines
No pillars of rock
Through rain and shine
Through all hard knocks
Nothing stops the cat-tank
No meatling sacs
Nor messy Swedes
Through tough impacts
It shall proceed
Nothing stops the cat-tank
No autumn leaves
No winter snow
Their path is weaved
Just watch it go
Nothing stops the cat-tank
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Rolling in Our Tank
(based on Driving In My Car by the Madness)
We are rolling in our tank, with our tracks through the snow banks
We're still rolling while it's light, driving through-out the night
It's been banged, it's been dinged, it's still going, little thing
No idea how it still goes, with its cat-like ears and nose
I drive in it for my job, carrying our motley mob
Surprising how it's tough, even when the road's really rough
It's a bit small but it's ours, got some dents and battle scars
Driving through the snow and rain, it's still running like a train
It's been fine for our campaign
We are rolling round the clock, through even crashes and little knocks
We only rearranged its face, we keep rolling on from place to place
We are rolling in our tank, we only have this thing to thank
Through the valleys up the hills, only I have got the skill
We roll along the straights and bends, this little thing it never ends
We never stop, we just only pause, now we go again because
The tracks just pull us all along, might look tiny but it's so strong
We are rolling in our tank, we're still rolling just on we crank
We are rolling in our tank, we only have this thing to thank
We are rolling in our tank, through the light and the dank
We are rolling in our tank, with our tracks through the snow bank
We are rolling in our tank, we're still rolling just on we crank
Post by: corncobman on October 19, 2015, 10:54:54 PM
Don't Fear It, Just Weird Spirits
Wearing the fence remnants as a metal face guard,
Or some kind of loose chain mail plating.
Stopped the cat tank with a small stone bollard,
Most best braking system activating!
Not driving quickly so it wasn't too hard.
The sky looks weird or we're hallucinating...
Inside a palace grounds or a town hall courtyard.
Now wake the cat up, which he'll be hating.
Tuuri passes Emil, exchanging glances,
Stirring poor Lalli, he'll never get rested.
Asking if he saw anything strange in advance,
By the buildings in this campsite he suggested.
Just some weird spirits, nothing else in his scans,
Tuuri, seems to be anxious, didn't want to pester.
Whatever else out there is out of his hands.
Go back to sleeping, solitary, sequestered.
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Just Weird Spirits (based on Can You Feel It by the Jackson Five)
Just weird spirits, just weird spirits, just weird spirits
I just look around
Hear the sounds, around these palace grounds
Just weird spirits, just weird spirits, just weird spirits
Feel it in the air
Spirits are dancing, they're everywhere
Just weird spirits, just weird spirits, just weird spirits
See the colors of the sky, lovely
Mixing each other all splendidly
Yes it's alright
Take my message to our leader and say it's fine
There's nothing else around there buildings
There is nothing to worry
So red and blue
Spinning colour shades
Yes, this camping site is safe, now inside it's true
You can't see
Just weird spirits, just weird spirits, just weird spirits
Can you see them flying round? I can feel them in these grounds
Every step I take
Is a dream dance in another place
Every magic word
Is a plead and call to another world
But the sky does shine
And promising a haven is here this time
I can feel it now
So my friend and comrades
I kept my vow
You can't see
Just weird spirits, I see just weird spirits, just weird spirits
Right now, you can't see what's going down, open up your mind
See the splendour of the light, pretty
Swirling each other all gracefully
Yes it's alright
See the winter sky and the clouds, it's rather nice
Just weird spirits, my cousin dear
There is nothing to worry
The tints and hues
See them as they fade
Yes, this camping site is safe, now inside it's true
You can't see
Just weird spirits, just weird spirits, just weird spirits
Just weird spirits, just weird spirits, just weird spirits
Post by: corncobman on October 21, 2015, 01:49:02 AM
Apology You Keep, Now Only Sleep
No time for apologies,
There's only time for nap.
Leave him to catch z's
He earnt it, the poor chap.
Looking around, three others exit
And step out in the snow.
"Looks good enough" Sigrun admits.
As far as safe places go...
The bird's-eye top-down view
Is an octagonal shape.
A large open space with few
Routes through which to escape..
They're in what appears a kill-zone.
Half fortress, half prison confined
Here's another break to bemoan.
The upcoming chapter is chapter number nine...
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Kill-box (based on Squeeze Box by the Who)
We are in a kill-box
But Sigrun's impressed
And now Lalli's out cold
He really needs some rest
'Cause he's scouting all night
And the job was all right
We are in a kill-box
Lalli never sleeps at night
Well the cat found a way
Almost led us astray
It's a palace or prison
But rest up okay
'Cause he's scouting all night
Prepare for a fight
We are in a kill-box
But this camp site looks alright
He goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
He's scouting all night
And the job was all right
We are in a kill-box
Lalli never sleeps at night
He goes, leave me, go on and leave me
Go on and leave me, need to sleep
My promises I keep
We are in a kill-box
But this camp site looks alright
He goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out
'Cause he's scouting all night
Prepare for a fight
We are in a kill-box
But this camp site looks alright
Post by: corncobman on October 22, 2015, 11:00:45 PM
Clean and Free, To Tapio and Mielikki
Shades of blue
Shades of green
And everything in between
Sky of grey
This info page
With a solitary Finnish mage
Tallest tree
Upon the marsh
Peaceful scenes, yet bleak and harsh
Raise the piece
The only bone
To act as spirits' chaperone
Smoking skull
Return to sky
So the soul can at peace lie
Return to kind
To take flight
And at last be free from blight
In this ritual
To preside
Becoming the final journey's guide
Ceremony old
But adapted fresh
Be beast reborn with untainted flesh
To Mielikki
Or Tapio
Go, to the other side, now go
Post by: corncobman on October 24, 2015, 02:56:35 AM
Natural Might, Inherent Sprite.
The soul given form,
And an external source.
For a mage it's the norm,
Like a guardian force.
Through thin and thick,
Experiences shared.
Without it, become weak,
In its lifetime care.
Their inherent might
Determines those of the mages,
By hardships and tough fights,
Can be empowered to higher stages.
It can temporarily be gone,
Through injury untoward,
Or illness, ere it respawns,
By its own accord.
Without it the seer,
Becomes susceptibly weak.
If Luonto does not reappear,
Survival chances are bleak.
It can be called upon in need,
For their spiritual herald,
To strengthen their magic deeds.
Disbelieve at your peril...
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My Luonto (based on Desperado by The Eagles)
My Luonto, it's just my personal spirit
No-one else can get near it, it chose me then
Oh, it's a lynx so, I know it's a part of my nature
It makes my spells greater and it is my friend
And I draw my strength from my Luonto
It comes when I call on it
I know the spirit-cat will always help protect
Now it sometimes leaves, have to wait
When I'm injured or when I'm tired
But I'm never alone so give it respect
My Luonto, oh, it's my guardian angel
Part and parcel of my will, my shield and protector
Luonto, Luonto well, it gives me safety from harm
And also it can act as a troll detector
And I'm not solo in the darkest night
I've got a friend who will see me right
You cannot tell, alright, it's hidden now
I summon with its majesty
And it's away now but it will come back somehow
My Luonto, it's just my personal spirit
There's no need to fear it, open your mind
I may look alone, but there's a spirit that's with me
I've always a companion kitty (a companion kitty)
I've always a companion kitty, not alone as you'll find
Post by: corncobman on October 28, 2015, 11:56:40 AM
(based on Englishman In New York by Sting)
He is so clueless with his braided hair
He's a strange dumb foreigner
And he is useless, can't do anything but talk
I'm a Finnish man with a dork
He is a chatterbox you can't turn off
Like a speaker with no switch
And he is impossible to block
I'm a Finnish man with a dork
He's an alien, weird Icelandic alien
I'm a Finnish Man with a dork
He's an alien, weird Icelandic alien
I'm a Finnish man with a dork
He has a bizarre foreign attitude
Like a lost dog with long braids
He walked straight into my dreaming place how rude
So 'get out' was the only thing I said
He's an alien, weird Icelandic alien
I'm a Finnish man with a dork
He's an alien, weird Icelandic alien
I'm a Finnish man with a dork
Honestly, he frightens me, and I need my privacy
I always want to be a solo Finn
Chattering unquietly is rare in Finn society
He talks so much he's making my head spin
Takes more than magic spells to make a mage
Takes more than a license for a gun
Stay away from trolls, avoid and don't engage
And follow me, quick, if I ever run
He has a bizarre foreign attitude
Like a puppy with long braids
He walked straight into my dreaming place how rude
So 'get out' was the only thing I said
So 'get out' was the only thing I said
So 'get out' was the only thing I said
He's an alien, weird Icelandic alien
I'm a Finnish man with a dork
He's an alien, weird Icelandic alien
I'm a Finnish man with a dork
Post by: corncobman on October 29, 2015, 09:28:28 AM
A Sneaker (based on The Seeker by the Who)
I slept through the dark
I slept in my meat-sac
I'm awakened by humans
And now I follow their track
You know I'm a sneaker
I'm just creepin' from the light
I won't rest, it's you that I'm after
Now you're in my sights
I'm just really hungry
And you are my meal
I'm now going hunting
And now your fate is sealed
You know I'm a sneaker
I'm just creepin' in the snow
On the hunt, it's you that I'm after
Anywhere you go
I'm comin' relentless, cuz I never tire
As I'm chasin' you down, you're gonna drop your guard
You're going nowhere, my target is acquired
I'm a sneaker, I'm coming to tear you apart
I won't rest, it's you that I'm after
And I'll snuff your lights
Don't feel like waitin' 'till it's twilight
I'm comin' for you, I'm out of sight
I'm hungry, you're my food, been followin' for miles
I'll just catch you and I'll eat when you all die
You'll never see me
I'm chasin' for you
You'll never see me comin'
And you won't know what to do
You know I'm a sneaker
I'm just creepin' in the snow
I won't rest, it's you that I'm after
Anywhere you go
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Soon to be Caught
Soon humanity's bane
Will come bringing pain
Soul essence will drain
Out of sight, out of mind, out of thought
The spirit summoned in vain
Bypassed this inhuman strain
Only one thing on its brain
Formerly hidden behind a blind spot
Like an underground train
In dark, sub-terrain
It's course will maintain
With danger it will soon be fraught
They've stopped, it will gain
Hunting prey, urge to obtain
Hunger only serves to sustain
It's approaching now to spread the rot
Post by: Keeper on October 29, 2015, 09:35:14 PM
The moon appears to give us light.
When rain clouds dim the sky and ground,
Creatures thrive in the dark of night.
So few stars and not so bright,
Only a pleading prayer makes sound.
The moon appears to give us light.
Metal walls are blocking sight.
Dark, open fields stretch all around.
Creatures thrive in the dark of night.
Calling for a glow of white,
Peeking at the orb silver-crowned.
The moon appears to give us light.
Distant shadows kindle fright,
Lost souls not ready to be found.
Creatures thrive in the dark of night.
Without a vast show of might,
The heavens artfully astound.
The moon appears to give us light.
Creatures thrive in the dark of night.
Spoiler: villanelle definition • show
Post by: slim kittens on November 01, 2015, 08:53:38 PM
This one needs no introduction.
THE NIGHT SCOUT SONG
Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Scout all night on a cookie crumb
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Spottin' troll nest till de mornin' come
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Come, silent Danish guy, gimme 'nother cookie
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Come, silent Danish guy, gimme 'nother cookie
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Spot six nest, seven nest, eight nest, nine
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Spot six nest, seven nest, eight nest, nine
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
A beautiful bunch o' book for takin'
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
But the deadly trolls be wakin'
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Spot six nest, seven nest, eight nest, nine
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Spot six nest, seven nest, eight nest, nine
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Scat, little cousin pest, doncha start you talkin'
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Scat, little cousin pest, doncha start you talkin'
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go sleep
Post by: corncobman on November 06, 2015, 02:50:13 AM
Reynir and Tuuri are in awe of the place,
Expressions of wonder plain on each face.
Fame and fortune came to this place before,
However those words can't be true any more.
Looking around are all of them still,
Just being here in this place gives them a thrill.
Emil nonplussed, he does nothing but stare,
Not a word from the Swede with the sparkle hair...
With his arms folded, no enthusiasm shown,
Unlike Tuuri and Reynir, his face more like stone.
Then Mikkel and Sigrun start to both walk about,
Scouting around while there's still some light out?
Sigrun's stopped by Reynir's clamping hand,
He saw something move in this unholy land.
But he holds the kitten so she lets it slide,
Otherwise the newbie might just have died...
Reynir's language Sigrun understands not.
The first word of the phrase she has only got.
Mikkel needing to translate for the lead hunter.
What possible thing do they need to confront there?
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In the Breeze (based on Fraternity by Foo Fighters)
I spotted something in the breeze
Was it shadow or beast diseased?
I need the medic to translate me
Just hold on, don't go outside...
Would you believe the things I see?
Did I just see an anomally?
Are we all safe inside this site,
Safe from the beasts and trolls that bite?
I cannot wait for morning light
Hold on, the leader
Seeing something
Seeing something
Hope that I don't bleed
Don't say my eyes are deceiving me
I really hope I'm wrong, you see
I hope you lot are trained fully
Just hold on, don't go outside...
Don't wanna see beasts chasing me
Full of strange abnormalities
Are we all safe inside this site,
Safe from the beasts and trolls that bite?
I cannot wait for morning light
Hold on, the leader
Seeing something
Seeing something
Hope that I don't bleed
I hope I'm safe with the frowning Swede
Will he distract with his hair sparklies?
What'll I do if he eats me?
Just hold on, don't go outside...
Stay here now
So what about our scout Lùlli,
Should we get him up or leave him be?
Why do you look like you don't trust me?
Just hold on, don't go outside...
Don't go outside
Don't go outside
Post by: corncobman on November 10, 2015, 02:39:39 AM
Finger Point, Come Search the Joint.
"Fine." Sigrun says,
And they go reconnoitre.
As protector, Emil stays
While they check it out there...
While the building they test,
The Swede's on guard duty.
To protect the helpless,
Not blessed with immunity
A foot to approach first.
Into the doorway.
Then in Sigrun bursts...
Nothing, to her dismay.
There's no sign, no trace,
Except for scout's prints.
On a wild goose chase,
She remains unconvinced.
She shrugs while looking back,
Beckons Reynir, he should beware.
She'll give him a whack.
If there's nothing there...
Post by: corncobman on November 10, 2015, 10:41:44 PM
Shadows Stare, Spooky Scare
Reynir arrives tentatively,
Trying to confirm what he did see.
The movement is revealed to be:
Shadows with eyes, lurking spookily.
"Sorry, just ghosts?" Reynir declares.
Sigrun indifferent, she's never scared.
Meanwhile Mikkel with face of despair,
Probably wonders if Reynir's impaired...
Sigrun asks whether they look mean,
Waving her hand at shadows unseen.
Fearless or inquisitively keen?
They just sit and flicker in between.
Post by: corncobman on November 11, 2015, 09:30:18 PM
Unnatural Causes
There's the answer, not hostile spirits
Although Reynir, why do you ask the kit?
Even if it knew could it answer you?
Cannot speak words only make sounds like "Miu"...
They suffered from disease, the bones show.
Pointing symptoms of illness, like so.
If not the rash then how did they go?
Not a scientist so he doesn't know.
Sigrun seems confused by his role.
Not a doctor, but medicine he doles.
He's not amused, the snarky one.
Jack of all trades, master of none...
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Mikkel You've Got A Lot To Answer For
(based on Michael You've Got A Lot To Answer For by Duran Duran)
We came into this place of gore
Your revelation shakes my core
Not trained medically
You're no use to me
I can't trust in you any more
What deception do you have in store
Mikkel, you've got a lot to answer for
How will our trust be restored?
No doctor!
Now I know why you never smile
You were deceiving the whole while
Your falsehoods revealed in this, swindling with a twist
Disappointing, no scientist!
What deception do you have in store
Mikkel, you've got a lot to answer for
You got me shakin' cannot take much more
We put trust in you to be medically sure
The truth has come out at last, we were lured
No hippocratic oath you swore before?
Mikkel, you've got a lot to answer for
What will you say now to trick me?
You deceived me
And aggrieved me
You deceived me
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Sick People Died
(based on Sun Hits The Sky by Supergrass)
We're in a place where the sick people died
These corpses had illness you can see the signs
The rashes they had did not take their life
'Cause I may know much but I'm no scientist guy!
I am no doctor
I said no doctor
What can I say?
But I'm not a doctor, no way
I have the plasters
Don't know what killed them
They just got struck down
We'll just look all around
We three were here when the dead caught our eye
I do not know what thing killed them this time
Why do you ask me, I can't answer right
'Cause I may know much but I'm no scientist guy!
I am no doctor
I said no doctor
What can I say?
But I'm not a doctor, no way
I have the plasters
Don't know what killed them
They just got struck down
We'll just look all around
I am no doctor
I said no doctor
What can I say?
But I'm not a doctor, no way
I have the plasters
Don't know what killed them
They just got struck down
We'll just look all around
Post by: corncobman on November 12, 2015, 09:54:42 PM
No Vet, But No Dismissal Yet
Mikkel's not quite a vet, more a farm hand,
What medical wisdom has she at her command?
Doesn't need vast skills to chop off them limbs.
At least for those tasks Sigrun can trust him.
In the middle Reynir looks clueless as ever.
Holding the kitten like it's his final endeavour.
Stuck between the Dane and the Norwegian with guns,
Like he's terrified or at the very least stunned.
Interesting pages weave a tale that's most sorry.
This is not what I would call a good story.
Letters to the patients, to not cause concern.
Went out for supplies, but they never returned.
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I'll Wake When I'm Dead
(Based on I'll Sleep When I'm Dead by Bon Jovi)
Here until I drift away
Rest is all I need
Nothing to do okay
'Cause I'll soon rest in peace
Feel so sick today
I'm just feeling so weak
I spend a lot of time in bed
I'll maybe stay for eternity so
I won't lie to you
I'm never gonna cry to you
I'll probably not last the rest of the week
Until I'm 6 feet under
Sickness keeps me in bed
Gonna sleep while I'm alive
I'll wake when I'm dead
Till they roll me over
And lay my bones to rest
Gonna sleep while I'm alive
I'll wake when I'm dead
So you're looking for some supplies
There's not enough here to eat
Better go outside there searching
'Cause there's nothing left for me
This ain't no slumber party
We're all only catching z's
We know that we're unhealthy
Well this living's a disease
I'm not long for this life maybe
Now I'm awaiting death's release
Leave while you can before you succumb like me
Until I'm six feet under
Rash keeps me in bed
Gonna sleep while I'm alive
I'll wake when I'm dead
Till they roll me over
And lay my bones to rest
Gonna sleep while I'm alive
I'll wake when I'm dead
Sleep when I'm dead, sleep when I'm dead
Gonna live while I'm alive,
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Here until I drift away
Rest is all I need
Nothing to do okay
'Cause I'll soon rest in peace
I've not long to live
You know I wasn't born to die
But if they party down in heaven
I'll be sure to be on time
Until I'm six feet under
Rash keeps me in bed
Gonna sleep while I'm alive
I'll wake when I'm dead
Till they roll me over
And lay my bones to rest
Gonna sleep while I'm alive
I'll wake when I'm dead
I feel like I'm exploding
Going out of my head
Gonna sleep while I'm alive
I'll wake when I'm dead
Till I'm six feet under
And they lay my bones to rest
Gonna sleep while I'm alive
I'll wake when I'm dead
Wake when I'm dead
Wake when I'm dead
Gotta sleep while I'll alive
Wake when I'm dead
Post by: corncobman on November 16, 2015, 11:49:52 PM
Attention All, Hissing Puff-ball
Played the part
Going back to the square.
Time to depart,
Nothing left for them there.
With kitty converse,
His small furry comrade.
These spirits immersed,
They appear to be quite sad.
Kitty he noticed,
At last, lanky twig.
Sound of a hiss
And eyes getting real big.
Puffed fur, stretched claws,
Seems there's reason or rhyme.
At least he draws
Their attention this time.
Post by: corncobman on November 17, 2015, 01:28:37 AM
Sees Through Little Clues
Cat's puffed hair
Hiss and stare
Do take care
Something, somewhere
Arm out to stop
Chat subject dropped
Laughs for stares swap
New plan adopt
Your face-gear
On Reynir!
Creature feared
Followed here
Purple eyes peeled
Strange signs reveal
Something concealed
On all their heels
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Follow that Team (based on Follow that Dream by Elvis Presley)
Follow that team, I got to follow that team
Keep following, urges strong, keep following
I've got to follow that team wherever that team may lead
I've got to follow that team to get the food I need
Now your heart may sense it, your end's taking shape
You can try defend it, but you won't escape
Soon the shadow will gnaw at you
There's just nothing that you can do
I've got to follow that team wherever that team may lead
I've got to follow that team to get the blood I need
Keep following, urges strong, keep following
Got to find me my meal, your life forfeit
Death is coming, no escaping it
And when I come you can scream and shout
I'm here to wipe your whole team out
I've got to follow that team wherever that team may lead
I've got to follow that team to find the bones I need
I've got to follow that team wherever that team may lead
I've got to follow that team to find the meat I need
Keep following, urges strong
Keep following, urges strong
Keep following, urges strong
Keep following, urges strong
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O Captain! My Captain! (with a few small changes)
O Captain! My Captain! What's with your tone of voice?
Your face expression made a turn, now hushed down all the noise,
The cat's all changed, hisses strange, fur puffed outwardly,
This kitty's eyes like saucers wide, for something we cannot see;
But O ow! ow! ow!
O the mask upon my head,
Here prepare for a bad surprise,
With a sense of dread.
O Captain! My Captain! Whatever shall we do?
The tank has travell’d every road, but something followed too,
You feel it's near, the traces here, show something made a mark,
Pursuing us the wretched blight, the hidden thing from the dark;
Here Captain! Dear Sigrun!
This sense I cannot shed.
What is lurking in the unknown,
Coming for all our heads?
My Captain does not answer, her lips speak not to me,
My leader does not feel my fear, her nerves strong and steely
The crew seems to be safe and sound, but appearances betray,
From somewhere out there something lurks, comes in the snow to prey;
Begone O pest, and leave O thing!
The terror in my head!
Cannot see it with my eyes,
Something from the dead...
Post by: corncobman on November 17, 2015, 09:58:06 PM
Snow Belies, Eyes In Surprise
Trolls can't be fought
'Till both are inside.
Trouble soon brought,
Flanks open wide.
Go rapidly,
Firm pushing hand...
With most urgency,
Do you understand?
Make hasty retreat,
Safety to keep.
Emerge at their feet,
Sudden lunging leap!
Seeking stranglehold,
With tooth and claw.
Catching them cold,
In shock and awe.
----------------------
Stand For Me (based on Stand By Me by Ben E. King)
Now your time has come and I jump for you
And my teeth is the only thing you'll see
So you will be unmade, so you will be unmade
Just as long as you stand, stand for me
Oh braidy, braidy, stand for me, oh stand for me
Oh stand for me, stand for me
Soon your mind I will feast upon, I will take it all
And just stand still, just let me come to thee
You won't cry, you won't cry, no you won't feel a thing
Just as long as you stand, stand for me
And braidy, braidy, stand for me, oh stand for me
Oh stand now for me, stand for me, stand for me-e, yeah
And braidy, braidy, stand for me, oh stand for me
Oh stand now for me, stand for me, stand for me-e, yeah
No escape, you're in trouble won't you stand for me, oh now now stand for me
Oh stand for me, stand for me
Oh stand for me, stand for me
Post by: corncobman on November 18, 2015, 10:23:23 PM
Unafraid, Save Is Made
Time for speech is well long past.
Spread out limbs, have to react!
Move with speed, thinking fast.
Shield him from fatal contact.
Hope the medic pulls away,
While I deal with nasty guest.
My element, chaotic fray.
With the skills that I possess.
With a leap, I intercept.
Better me than him I know.
To save his life, straggler inept,
Remember well this favour owed.
Keep Icelandic safe from harm.
In the face of this attack.
At the cost of my own arm.
You hit me, I'll hit you back!
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I Won't Fall (based on Have It All by the Foo Fighters)
Jumping beast, just try me on for size
I don't feel your puny little bites
Though suddenly you caught me by surprise
You're everything and all that I despise
But now you ain't so tough
You bite me
Went for braidy
You help yourself
But I won't fall
This lunging creep
Is biting through my sleeve
This lunging creep
Is biting through my sleeve
Go on but I won't fall
Shielding for the braidy that you want
You'll never get him now that I'm in front
Through everything I'll fight you tooth and nail
I'm everything that's causing you to fail
And well you ain't so tough
You bite me
Went for braidy
You help yourself
But I won't fall
This lunging creep
Is biting through my sleeve
This lunging creep
Is biting through my sleeve
Go on but I won't fall
Wretched thing, this everything you've got?
I'm telling you your bites are all for naught
You bite me
Went for braidy
You help yourself
But I won't fall
This lunging creep
Is biting through my sleeve
This lunging creep
Is biting through my sleeve
This lunging creep
Is biting through my sleeve
This lunging creep
Is biting through my sleeve
I won't fall
Post by: corncobman on November 19, 2015, 10:15:59 PM
Reynir's Through
(based on Close to You lyrics by Burt Bacharach and Hal David)
Why do I suddenly feel fear
Just because scratch appeared?
Broke the skin, changes within
Reynir's through
Why do I feel like he will die
When the sleeve caught my eye?
Cut his arm, what is the harm
Reynir's through
On this day that troll attacked the leader couldn't stop it
It turned out to be a day most foul
He was surprised now he will cop it
Caught by the hidden creature on the prowl
This is why Reynir will be changed
(Will be changed)
Turning to
(Turning to)
Something strange
(Something strange)
Broke the skin, changes within
Reynir's through
On this day that troll attacked the leader couldn't stop it
It turned out to be a day most foul
He was surprised now he will cop it
Caught by the hidden creature on the prowl
This is why Reynir will be changed
(Will be changed)
Turning to
(Turning to)
Something strange
(Something strange)
Broke the skin, changes within
Reynir's through
Cut his arm, what is the harm
Reynir's through
(Why? Reynir's through)
(Why? Reynir's through)
(Haa, Reynir's through)
(Why? Reynir's through)
-------------------------
Bloke Naive, On His Sleeve, Mikkel Perceived
Cat's on cold ground,
No time for that now!
Sigrun is downed,
Troll's escaping somehow.
Emil rushes toward
His wild bullets rain.
Hitting nothing but floor,
Don't let it hide again!
Sigrun seems fine.
She's sitting up, ordering,
While Emil fires blind,
But no shots hitting.
Suffered the blows.
Off the creature leapt.
Going back to the snow
For another attempt.
Tuuri in surprise yells out "Yeep!"
She heads back inside.
Now that Sigrun's in a heap,
Her excitement has died.
Arriving back to relief
Are Mikkel and Reynir,
What's this on his sleeve?
A scratch? oh dear!
Post by: corncobman on November 22, 2015, 09:40:43 PM
Detector (based on The Doctor by the Doobie Brothers)
I'm-a pick you up little kitty
I'm-a pick you up off the sleet
From the cold land into my hand
And you better find the beast
Your instincts should help us
Find the thing that we can't even see
From your hiss, should know something's amiss
Then we rest finally
Be a troll detector
Like I know that you can do
Be a good detector
Just like you ought to
Be a good detector for the trolls
Well it seems that when we got here
Something followed into this place
The sneaky troll was hidden in the snow
Now we have to bash in its face
Barely feeling in this left arm
But I'm gonna carry on
No matter what condition I'm gonna be in
We have to make sure it's gone
Be a troll detector
Like I know that you can do
Be a good detector
Just like you ought to
Be a good detector for the trolls
If you ever wonder
How to shake the cold
Just follow this prescription
And get the fish for detectin' trolls
Be a troll detector
Like I know that you can do
Be a good detector
Just like you ought to
Be a good detector for the trolls
---------------------------------
Madsen Swings, Impact Stings
Pick up the kitten,
To do its job.
Find where it's hidden,
The snow covered blob.
She's waving about
The small furry radar.
Those incompetent louts,
Can't the side of a car...
Mikkel swings his pipe,
With both his eyes closed.
Then madly sideswipes,
Emil's leg and the troll's toes.
Both like blind men,
No time taken to aim.
Emil's aim was bad then,
Now he's got Mikkel to blame...
Post by: corncobman on November 23, 2015, 11:59:34 PM
Ghostly Fusion
(based on Let's See Action by the Who)
Ghostly fusion
Let's eat people
I want freedom
To eat our share
I can reach you
You can feel me
And we both now want to eat
You have crawled here in front of me
Blind attacks have crushed your feet
I can reach you
You can feel me
Soul and flesh can meet
You approach me, come to meet me
I can at last take up a form
Just come touch me, little beastie
We can be a part of a swarm
Ghostly fusion
Let's eat people
I want freedom
In the air
Ghostly fusion
Let's eat people
Let's be free
To eat our share
Ghostly fusion
Let's eat people
I want freedom
In the air
Ghostly fusion
Let's eat people
Let's be free
To eat our share
Give me a body, come to me
I'm so tired of floating on the wall
Take my hand now and here's what you do
You gonna get this spirit into you
I don't know where I'm going
I just want to feed
But you can help me to escape here
And that's all that I need
I've been flickering out and in
Now I know for sure death can begin
It's been so long but I've got a chance at last
Together we can eat the whole cast
I don't know where I'm going
I just want to feed
But you can help me to escape here
And that's all that I need
Ghostly fusion
Let's eat people
I want freedom
In the air
Ghostly fusion
Let's eat people
Let's be free
To eat our share
Ghostly fusion
Let's eat people
I want freedom
Be prepared
Ghostly fusion
Let's eat people
Let's be free
To eat our share
Nothing is everything
Everything is nothing is
Just come touch me, little beastie
Come approach me, come meet me
Ghostly fusion
Let's eat people
Let's see freedom
In the air
Ghostly fusion
Let's eat people
Let's be free
To eat our share
Nothing is everything
Everything is nothing
Nothing is everything
Everything is nothing
Post by: MissTrips on November 24, 2015, 07:36:02 AM
Page 359
Mercy for the dog.
In light's glare, Emil struck true.
Lalli stood witness.
Page 361
Words are unspoken
A shoulder bump says much more
Walk together home
Page 369
Voices by the fire.
Say words he cannot perceive.
Food comes anyway.
Eat it while it's hot!
Why is he way over here?
What is he doing?
Page 370
Don't pay attention
An incurious cousin
Oh it's just mage stuff.
Knife-work is complete.
Lalli climbs the highest tree.
To set free the soul.
Page 377
Snow falls softly down,
Over the old broken bridge.
Which way to go now?
Wake up sleepy scout!
We can't go over the gap!
Just drive on the snake!
Page 409
Through the open square,
Under a sky full of fire,
The cat-tank goes 'Ponk'!
Wake up my cousin,
We have just one more question.
Is there danger here?
One eye cracks open.
Tired Lalli wants to sleep.
It's just strange spirits.
Page 422
One moment to act.
There's no time to think, just MOVE.
Viking blood runs hot.
A sensible man.
Quickly clears the field of war.
The boy must be saved.
Danger cried the cat.
This time her warning heeded.
Quickly get away.
Stories of the world.
He wanted an adventure.
Should have asked what kind.
Page 425
Softly, silently,
Fingers reach for injured beast.
Quiet as the grave.
Page 427
Softly, silently,
Fingers reach for golden locks.
Missed him by a hair.
Post by: corncobman on November 24, 2015, 10:36:44 PM
Led To Dead
Touch dark and cold
On the bony head
In shadow's hold
Black fingers spread
Last muscle throes
Last blood drop bled
Last breath outflows
Mortal coil shed
Followed the trail,
Bloody under bed.
Already curtailed.
Fortunately, it's dead.
Emil hops in on one foot.
Mikkel's crunching tread.
Crush with his boot.
Now then, let's get fed!
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Shadow Play by Rory Gallagher (with a few small changes)
In the room dim light, shadows fight, the souls collide
Shadows come, into the sight, dark ones, seek and hide
I'm still not sure what thing remained,
In this shadow play, this shadow play
From the day light, this strange skull mite, I hear a sounds despite
Well, I look back, see a dark sprite, then it's gone from sight
Won't you tell me how I can find my way?
In this shadow play, this shadow play
In this shadow play, this shadow play
Shadows grasping, and I hear rasping
All those lights just fade away
I feel a little strange inside
A little bit of Jekyll, a little Mr. Hyde
Shadows grasping, and I hear rasping
And that mite just came decayed
I feel a little strange inside
A little Dr. Jekyll, a little Mr. Hyde
Thoughts run wild, free as a child, into the night
Across the screen a thin beam, of magic light
Things they just don't feel the same
In this shadow play, this shadow play
Shadow play, shadow play
It can't run away from this shadow play
Shadow play, shadow play
Post by: corncobman on November 26, 2015, 01:17:41 AM
Stop Spirit Seeking Sparkles
Stitches in need.
Shredded arm from the bites.
Staring is the Swede,
Spellbound by the wight.
Shades outstretching...
Shadows entwined...
Spirits fetching...
Seek to enter his mind...
Sigrun calling out,
Swede saved from ruin.
Seems a timely shout,
Saving him opportune.
Stumble out on one shoe,
Shin battered, in pain.
Safely back with his crew,
Senses thankfully regained.
Short one member, not seen.
Steps to have taken, unknown.
Sadly Reynir, quarantined,
Shut in, on his own.
------------------------
So Sad About Us by the Who (with a few small changes)
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
So sad about us
So sad about us
Sad that the hair is out now
Sad, suppose I can't get it now
Sad about us
So bad about us
So bad about us
Bad - could have something good
Bad - leader she ruined the mood
Bad about us
I was touching, oh so close
Wanted the secret he knows
But I can't get his luscious locks
And he could have stopped to talk
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
So sad about us
So sad about us
Sad - now his sparklies have gone
Sad - only wanted blonde hair on
Sad about us
Post by: corncobman on November 27, 2015, 10:01:47 PM
It's Not The End, Freckly Friend
Stitching is not the medic's forte.
Having a good bedside manner he doesn't purport.
Some scars will result, he bluntly reports.
Sigrun cares not, they're a trophy in her sport.
She's calmly talking while getting tended.
Mikkel doing his best to get her arm mended.
Looks over at the face of the one she defended,
Into madness, or sadness he seems to have descended...
Reynir sits somber, silent and still.
Of this sort of excitement he's had his fill.
This wild outing has lost its first thrill.
Now he awaits his time to be be killed.
Reynir is dying inside, the poor bloke.
It has to be a sick kind of joke.
This ill feeling within himself evoked.
At last Mikkel reveals he won't croak.
Post by: corncobman on November 30, 2015, 12:47:47 AM
You'll Not Be Sick, You Didn't Lick!
Sigrun looking decidedly bored,
Reynir still sits down on the floor.
Unlike Sigrun he wasn't gored,
So he can stop worrying out of his gourd.
The troll didn't break his fair skin,
The disease can't have entered within,
While he still had that mask on his chin.
Eventually Sigrun has a crazy sort of grin.
Looking at her arm, scratched up, red,
Mikkel wasn't kidding, he sucked, he said.
Not very good with the needle and thread.
But totally worth it, to have scars instead.
----------------------------
These Scars (based on In Cars by Gary Numan)
Here with my scars
I'm most bestest of all
I can look at my arm
It's the only way to live
These scars
Here with my scars
I can only receive
You can soon get some too
They are souvenirs for fights
These scars
Here with my scars
With these wicked scratch marks
They make me most pleased
I hope I can get more
These scars
Here with my scars
I know I'm looking the part
Without all these here
It just wouldn't seem right
These scars
Post by: corncobman on December 01, 2015, 02:28:41 AM
Conversation is Dead.
Calm down, now peace.
In shelter repose.
Time for a feast,
And soon for a doze.
Hunger appeased,
There's talk of ghosts,
Weird floating deceased,
And Reynir's engrossed.
It seems Lalli knows not,
Uses 'weird' when he's no clue...
In this he was not taught.
Wait, Reynir saw them too?!?
Maybe Onni would know,
There's a breakthrough!
Ask in the dreams, he can go,
So Tuuri doesn't have to.
Post by: corncobman on December 02, 2015, 11:28:33 AM
My Time (based on Night Life by Foreigner)
Wake up in time to see the sheep running round
Got to talk about the ghosts
That were appearing in this town
I stand around this old spot here
See a familiar looking setting
With the same rocks and water
Ooh yeah, I'm looking for you Onni
Gotta get your testimony now
Gotta do the ceremony
I'm dream walking here and now that it's
My time
Running now it's - my time
Need to talk it's - my time
Ghosts out in the daylight
Just don't strangle me please
Ooh my time
Rushing through the dream gotta find Onni there
Not a care, not a clue, I'm just a little hunter
Watch me, a dog chasing a cat
Going wild in the night
'Cause I'm awesome like that
Ooh yeah, I'm looking for you Onni
I gotta get your testimony now
'Cause I did the ceremony
Oooh dream walking here and now that it's
My time
A little bit of - my time
Ooh right now it's - my time
It's just my time to shine
Gotta make the most of this magic that's mine
My time, I'm talkin' about the strange spirits yay!
My time, I need something, just something to teach me today
My time, I'm saying, my time to shine
Make the most of this magic that's mine
My time, to learn all kinds o' stuff
My time, we'll see who's useless when the sun comes up
My time, yeah the waterfall, but this is just a magic distraction
My time, yeah, c'mon, c'mon
My time, ooh ooh-ooh
My time, anything goes
My time, in the middle of
My time, just me right here
My time, I'm just awesome Reynir
My time, I've got, ooh-ooh ooh, I'm dreaming here in
My time, hey
Post by: corncobman on December 03, 2015, 03:35:01 AM
Gone Back With A Smack
A new companion as he explores.
You want to tag along? Sure!
Or lead the way to the fore?
To Onni and his Finnish lore...
Pup lives around here therefore,
It'd know the way all the more.
Walking on water like on a wet floor.
This isn't the way he went before.
His plan, though, it seems to ignore.
In the fog, what is in store?
Reynir will be feeling rather sore.
Face first into the solid tank door.
---------------------------------
The Braidy Did a BAMF
(based on The Lady Is A Tramp by Rodgers and Hart)
He got excited, he's in paradise
He doesn't understand the mage sacrifice
He never listened to his parents' advice
That's why the braidy did a BAMF
Doesn't listen to the spirit dog's bark
This walk to him is like a dream in the park
Nearly bit the dust in sunny Denmark
That's why the braidy did a BAMF
He's liking the wet wind in his hair,
Life without care
He's dumb but his chum
Means that he won't be alone in this camp
That's why the braidy did a BAMF
He went to dreamland, the water's divine
Along with Voffgang, the dream puppy assigned
He should be in the tank tied up and confined
That's why the braidy did a BAMF
The path is hazy, the fog makes it grey
Followed blindly the dog shows the way
It doesn't listen, it leads him astray
That's why the braidy did a BAMF
While he's talking, he followed his nose
He is too careless, he's head first as he goes
Why the cat-tank's here, nobody knows
That's why the braidy did a BAMF
He's liking the wet wind in his hair,
Life without care
He's dumb but his chum
Cluelessly wandered, the ignorant scamp
That's why the braidy, that's why the braidy...
That's why the braidy did a BAMF
Post by: corncobman on December 03, 2015, 11:31:36 PM
Go Away (based on The Cave by Mumford and Sons)
It's empty in the courtyard of the tank
Frozen and I've only got puppy to thank
Away from all the sheep
Now the dog has played a prank
I try to hammer on the cat-tank door
But all my knocking seems to be ignored
Dog, don't stare at me
It looks like we are all done for
The scary spirits round
On this frozen ground
Like some nightmare, come to play
And we are all alone
And we are both now boned
You ghosts decayed, just go away
Please Lalli, Tuuri, just anyone
This trip is no longer any fun
Now let me wake up now
And see the new day's morning sun
So wake up now you sleeping crew
You cannot see the danger posed to you
I can see the horror, open up the door
Just open and let me through
The scary spirits round
On this frozen ground
Like some nightmare, come to play
And we are all alone
And we are both now boned
You ghosts decayed, just go away
So answer to my knocking, hear my sound
And see the dead spirits gather round
The phantoms seeking vengeance
In this graveyard we have found
So hear my desperate call
I pray we do not fall
You cannot hear what I need to say
‘Cause we're in danger now
Surround by ghosts somehow
The deadly things seeking us today
The scary spirits round
On this frozen ground
Like some nightmare, come to play
And we are all alone
And we are both now boned
You ghosts decayed, just go away
Post by: corncobman on December 07, 2015, 01:11:18 AM
Unwise, Antagonised...
Ghostly cold atmosphere,
Looming tall, near
Showing no fear,
Foolhardy Reynir.
Raising his palm,
He has no qualm,
But while he is calm,
He needs a head exam...
No words, silence just.
Toward Reynir claws thrust,
In these shouldn't trust.
He could crumble to dust.
Attacked by suprise,
See the shock in his eyes!
Talking was unwise.
Will he meet his demise?
------------------------------------
Grappled In My Face
(based on Man In A Suitcase by The Police)
I had hoped that you were my mate
It's only my face you try to perforate
You aren't so friendly alright
But it's too late now to escape and take flight
Must I be grappled in my face
Is it me, grabbed in the strangest place
Must I be grappled in my face
Is it me, grabbed in the strangest place
Another blow to my braided head
For I'll soon be turning soon into the dead
Head in a blackened claw, you'll never see Reynir again
For I'm soon gonna be attached for life to this end
Must I be grappled in my face
Is it me, grabbed in the strangest place
Must I be grappled in my face
Is it me, grabbed in the strangest place
I had hoped that you were my mate
It's only my face you try to perforate
You aren't so friendly alright
But it's too late now to escape and take flight
Must I be grappled in my face
Is it me, grabbed in the strangest place
Must I be grappled in my face
Is it me, grabbed in the strangest place
Must I be grappled in my face
Is it me, grabbed in the strangest place
Must I be grappled in my face
Is it me, grabbed in the strangest place..
Post by: corncobman on December 08, 2015, 05:16:31 AM
Slashing Splatter, Splinter and Shatter
In this terrible dream,
His head is jerked back.
Can not manage a scream.
Terrible bloody red cracks!
His head apart at the seams,
As it crumbles and flakes.
Crimson spatters and streams,
As his mind the hand takes.
Helplessly in the catch,
His very mind has been cleaved.
Now hopelessly snatched,
Will there be no reprieve?
His eyes begin to fade.
In this tortuous hell.
As the dog, to him conveyed,
Reynir, remember this well.
Post by: MissTrips on December 08, 2015, 05:17:59 AM
Through the mist of dreams,
Drawn by the warmth of his life,
The forsaken come.
Page 435
Knowledge is power,
But the learning curve is steep.
Remember this pain.
Deep inside his dreams,
The shadows send a message.
Delivered in blood.
Post by: corncobman on December 10, 2015, 01:22:57 AM
Head Was Bust (based on Magic Bus by the Who)
This strange night I woke up blue (to dust, head was bust)
I thought I was some spirit stew (to dust, head was bust)
I was friendly, I just waved with grace (to dust, head was bust)
The spirit only grabbed my face (to dust, head was bust)
Thank you, doggy, for getting me here (to dust, head was bust)
I'll remember your words so clear (to dust, head was bust)
I thought it was a fatal thrust (to dust, head was bust)
I remember my face was bust? (to dust, head was bust)
Nooooooooo!
I don't want to be decayed (to dust, head was bust)
I gotta get back to sleep before the day (to dust, head was bust)
Don't want it, don't want it, don't want it, don't want it ... (You can't have it!)
Gotta remember what doggy said
Or I'll be a dead braidy
Gotta remember what the dog said
'Cause my head asploded every way
Head was bust, head was bust, head was bust...
He said, Vú-off and threw me awake (to dust, head was bust)
Now I'm up and I've got a big head-ache (to dust, head was bust)
I gotta warn the rest some day (to dust, head was bust)
But now I'm gonna sleep okay (to dust, head was bust)
Don't want it, don't want it, don't want it, don't want it ...
On this night I bit the dust (to dust, head was bust)
The spirit caused my head to bust (to dust, head was bust)
Post by: corncobman on December 13, 2015, 10:17:40 PM
See All Those Strike a Pose
Scout in cloak,
Seldom spoke,
Solitary bloke.
Small and wiry.
Swede who cleans,
Shoots unseen,
Sometimes the scene,
Sets aflame entirely.
Sigrun, best arm aloft,
Speech hardly soft,
Saves the others oft,
Shoutiest and fiery.
Stoic farm man,
Staying calm, he can
Speak most deadpan.
Smirking, say satirely.
Scatterbrained Reynir,
Spontaneous, with cheer,
Stone-dead he came near.
Seldom without enquiry.
Skalding Tuuri, last.
Surveying, seems a blast.
Sociable and with sass.
Set task to keep a diary.
Post by: corncobman on December 15, 2015, 12:38:44 AM
Standing About, Chopper Burnt Out
Fallen copter in the forest razed,
While Reynir looks inside, looking amazed,
Tuuri with the broken blades tries to play.
The non-immune pair within Mikkel's gaze.
The medic relegated to the way side.
To protocol they have to abide...
With husk of the heli, long unoccupied.
Kitty looks on, her pocket, inside.
Post by: corncobman on December 16, 2015, 09:27:20 PM
Brotherly Love
Mikkel wraps up with his trademark bow.
No need to be careful? She's free to go.
Sigrun's not one to take things slow.
Emil should stay, due to his injury, although...
Sigrun doesn't listen or doesn't hear.
Shouting the name of her buddy dear.
When Mikkel recommends that he remained here.
Meanwhile Emil tries to rouse his sleeping peer.
Lalli still slumbers, it's indeed strange.
No reaction is there, no movement, no change.
Even when his body position is rearranged.
He gets on the ground, in closer range.
Emil gets a closer look at his bruv.
Nothing from the touch of his glove,
No sign of life by his friendly shove, he's
Worried by the activity or lack thereof.
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I'm Not Awake Yet by Rory Gallagher (with a few small changes)
I'm not awake yet, I haven't opened my eyes
I'm under the weather you may be wondering why
Been asleep for days and there's no sign of life
And I need my soul back to materialize
How much can I take now before I break inside?
How long will it take now before I'm normalised?
That I can't live without help, I'm paralysed
And I can't go long without my spirit guide
I've looked at my heart now and I trusted my eyes
I made that mistake now and I'm paying the price
My mind wanders, the cat on the other side
And then what will I be, what's left behind?
I'm not awake yet, I haven't opened my eyes
What will be my fate
I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind
I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind
Been asleep for days and there's no sign of life
And I need my soul back to materialize
Post by: corncobman on December 18, 2015, 08:28:13 AM
Your Leg's Not Sore, Baby Cry Some More
Emil asking if Lalli is ill,
Motionless, unmoving, still.
Tuuri knows but she doesn't explain
Of the Luonto lacking mage's pain.
He just needs plenty of rest.
An empty vessel, soul dispossessed.
Emil is ready, eager to assist.
Pulling Sigrun back, Mikkel has to insist.
They are both hurt, though not severe.
Mikkel will have to force them both here.
Is he really concerned or something else?
Does he just want to out to explore himself?
Sigrun cutting him off, she's saying no.
Nothing will stop this most best combo.
Emil pipes up that his legs hurts a lot.
The leader assures him, the baby, that it's not.
Post by: corncobman on December 20, 2015, 09:20:18 PM
No Battling Gifts, Now Medic Miffed
Off they go, despite Mikkel's desires.
Emil's more useful with his explosive fires.
Mikkel is left with an expression of ire.
He seems not have the skills she requires.
Tuuri looks at the box and the book,
Taking a syringe out for a detailed look.
Appears to be something, that thing they took,
According to their now miffed medic and cook.
Post by: corncobman on January 01, 2016, 05:33:37 AM
Cannot Stay for Another Day
Tuuri exclaims with 'Eee!'
What could this mean?
Maybe, just maybe,
They've found a vaccine...
Examine the label,
Look a close at the vial.
The future on the table,
Humanity's clinical trial.
The box has faded,
No origin known.
This package degraded,
Only a nearby fort shown.
Sigrun has gone out.
She'll be a long time away.
It's vital, no doubt,
Have to check it this day.
Keeping to his station,
Even with this afoot.
He grabs his apron,
Mikkel's staying put...
Post by: corncobman on January 04, 2016, 09:50:00 PM
Thankless Job, Buncha Slobs...
With apron on,
It's time to work!
Will not be forgone,
He will not shirk.
Stand in the mud,
Kitty goes splat.
Snow-melting flood,
With a messy wee cat.
Washing the linen.
Clean up the brown.
Reynir's mad grin.
The sheet wearing clown.
Wipe Lalli's face,
He's still fast asleep.
Remove all dirty trace,
Polish, wash and sweep...
Survey work with pride.
Then with muddy-again feet,
Kitty tracks mud inside.
Now rinse and repeat.
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All Of The Dirt
(based on The River Of Dreams by Billy Joel)
I'm helping, out that's right
I go do things for the Dane
From the washing of sheets
To the cleaning of stains
I must be helping or something
Carrying sheets like a ghost
And the tasks keep coming
But we'll be making the most
And even though I know the checklist is long
I clean all the pots and pans and I sweep all the floors
A smile on my face, in my head is a song
So I can help Mikkel out with all that's in store
I'm helping, out that's right
I go wipe the scout's face
While he's out like a light
I scrub the whole place
And I've been helping or something
Working hard like I should
Making the place spotless
And I knew that I could
I don't know why I am along for the ride
But now we have finally finished the long list of chores
After it's played in the brown mud outside
The kitty's making dirt tracks, we have to clean up some more
I'm helping, out that's right
I go sweeping the floor
Through the jungle of doubt
I go sweep some more
I know I'm helping or something
So that I can earn my keep
Making the place sparkle
While the others still sleep
I'm helping, out that's right
I'm not sure about the days after this
I know I've never been the most able man
Captured by ghosts, I went into the dreams
That run in this foreign land
I'm helping, out that's right
I go washing, clean and sweep
Through the checklist so long
With the rest still asleep
We're both working our butts off
We two, both in concert
I'm just all helping along
Cleaning all of the dirt
I'm helping, out that's right
Post by: corncobman on January 06, 2016, 08:50:12 AM
Await His Return, This Outing Earned
Picked up into the air,
Then into the coat.
Will kitty stay there?
The chance is remote.
Apron removed, off the clock.
Mikkel has done his part.
They'll go for a walk,
He's had a change of heart.
Was not told to stay,
So he can go roam the land
Have a good day,
Tuuri, talk to the hand...
Post by: corncobman on January 06, 2016, 09:46:31 PM
Objection! Need Protection!
Just as he's about to exit the door,
Mikkel is held back the skald in uproar.
On his shoulder is Tuuri's arm,
How can he leave them in way of harm.
Two non-immune would be left alone,
These actions would never be condoned.
Tuuri with a look very sly,
Will not let the medic easily by.
His eyes wide, he realised his folly,
An irresponsible one he would be.
How could Mikkel be such a fool,
Tried to leave and so break the rules.
He looks around desperately,
He spies the still sleeping Lalli.
"There is your guard" Mikkel crows,
Out the door, they stare as he goes.
Post by: corncobman on January 07, 2016, 09:54:15 PM
She Tries To Incite, He Just Won't Bite
Walks out all alone,
The medical Dane.
Only his back shown,
As he steps out of pane.
Playing their games,
Tuuri likes not this lull.
Staying there is lame,
Unfulfilling and dull.
The radio works,
Just no-one at base.
The boredom just irks.
It's plain on her face.
Just making small talk,
The two in isolation.
Coax Reynir to chase the doc,
Give in to temptation...
If he was to go now,
She'd just go along.
Could not but allow...
(She's weak, he's strong).
Trying to provoke the man,
In her eye is a glint.
Such is her cunning plan,
But he just misses the hint.
Post by: wavewright62 on January 09, 2016, 11:19:58 PM
wavewright62
There was a young Icelandic shepherd
Who felt a bit lost among the step-herd
Finally useful for the crew
Thanked the thankless, as you do
But I don't think the poor schlep heard.
wavewright62
There once was a farm boy named Mikkel
Whose allegiance to authority was fickle
His new captain Sigrun
Dissed him, to his chagrin
What a helluva way to earn a nickel.
corncobman
There once was a Danish medic
His face barely changed, all stoic
Tried to keep there
The non-immune pair
Hoping that neither get sick
Post by: corncobman on January 10, 2016, 09:42:22 PM
At Their Feet, Unexpected Greet.
Tuuri's audible sighs,
Feeling dejected.
Reynir gets wise,
Hint thus detected.
He says at last,
What Tuuri expected.
But the time is past,
Now, just forget it.
Mikkel would get mad,
They need a good excuse.
To appease Safety Dad,
When they get loose.
They become pensive,
Then they hear mews.
He didn't take with,
Now they all look confused.
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Time to Eat (based on Times Like These by the Foo Fighters)
I, I am a pocket kitty
I'm the one that saves the day
Jumping back to the safe zone
I, I am staying here, okay?
I'm a leaving Mikkel light,
Walking off alone
It's time to eat, please feed me fish again
It's time to eat, I need to eat again
It's time to eat, you, give me food again
It's time to eat, now it's time again
I, I am a feline hungry
I'm an open mouth
You need to give some food right now
Give me attention, hey!
Feed me and then I'll be
What you all want somehow...
It's time to eat, please feed me fish again
It's time to eat, to eat, to eat again
It's time to eat, you, give me food again
It's time to eat, now it's time again
It's time to eat, please feed me fish again
It's time to eat, to eat, to eat again
It's time to eat, you, give me food again
It's time to eat, now it's time again
It's time to eat, please feed me fish again
It's time to eat, to eat, to eat again
It's time to eat, you, give me food again
It's time to eat, time, it's time again
It's time to eat, please feed me fish again
It's time to eat, to eat, to eat again
It's time to eat, you, give me food again
It's time to eat, time, it's time again
Post by: corncobman on January 11, 2016, 11:43:35 PM
Foot Fault, Ground Assault
Realisation, smiles on their faces.
Put on their coats and tie up their laces,
They can go out, explore all the places.
And they still keep in Mikkel's good graces...
The scene cuts away, to a different land,
To Sweden, where the trip was all planned.
Siv, Trond and Taru, the merry base band,
And finally Torbjörn with two bags in hand.
In the doorway, no doormat is stamped.
A foreign body, has been encamped.
Someone underfoot, some random tramp?
A stranger revealed by the THWAMP...
Post by: corncobman on January 13, 2016, 02:43:07 AM
Accidental, Thought He's Mental
Onni is looking rattled in
This strange neighbourhood.
Torbjörn starts to prattle,
Words not understood.
He starts dragging off,
Without Onni's consent.
Manhandling quite rough, the
Alleged mental patient.
A face recognised,
Onni calls Taru's name.
From Tor's grip he's prised.
The indignity, the shame!
Be thankful Torbjörn, sir,
He's not combatative...
Was he here for the offer,
Or was there another motive?
His face appearing weary,
Was it that rough a ride?
His eyes looking bleary,
Here, he seems to have cried...
Post by: corncobman on January 14, 2016, 08:30:22 AM
Travel Allergic, Not Worried Sick
Onni's eyes puffing up,
A symptom of tears.
He's allergic to trips, yup.
It's not what it appears!
Shaking hands with the dipstick,
They get acquainted forthwith.
He knows some Icelandic.
He's not some fancy wordsmith.
Should have been out on the front.
Out there, he'd be the main man.
Now doing work like a grunt,
Instead of out on the land.
Asking Trond to man the radio,
They're preparing the food.
Trond lets his displeasure show,
Muttering in his servitude!
Radio has Onni's eyes wide.
Its mention has raised a flag.
It seems he was travelling light,
As Taru spots his tiny bag.
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In honour of David Bowie's passing here's a one of my favourite songs of his:
Far Man (based on Starman by David Bowie)
Coming sis
Didn't listen when I asked you not to go-oh-oh
I need to use their radio-oh-oh
Our cousin using spells to find some trolls, lost his soul, he bled
Colours on his skin seem to fa-a-ade
The more he sleeps the more grey becomes his fa-a-ace
That with a nosebleed that came more a bloody toll
It's too far man see my puffy eyes
I didn't have an option
But my sister, she could die!
It's too far man and I didn't cry
I tried to keep in contact
But the spirits mystify
I told him:
Lalli never lose it
And don't over use it
Lalli, the spirit chooses
I had to come over so I check on you-oo-oo
Hey, that's far out, I have to get through-oo-oo
Switch on the machine we may make contact on channel two
Send out your signal I can feel alri-i-ight
If you can talk now I can sleep toni-i-ight
Just answer quickly or Tuuri you'll give me a fright
It's too far man, it is not a lie
I didn't have an option
But my sister, she could die!
It's too far man and I didn't cry
I tried to keep in contact
But the shadows mystify
I told him:
Lalli never lose it
And don't over use it
Lalli, the spirit chooses
Far man don't you ask me why
I didn't have an option
I swear I didn't cry!
It's too far man, it is not a lie
I tried to keep in contact
But the shadows horrify
He told me:
I told him:
Lalli never lose it
And don't over use it
Lalli, the spirit chooses
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Post by: corncobman on January 15, 2016, 09:44:02 AM
No Need For Possessions, Hide His Indiscretions...
Onni back on the loch.
At the side of the dock.
He stood firm, like a rock.
'Till he's stunned, out in shock...
Gangplank up in a flash.
In the crazy mad dash,
He left behind his stash.
And drops his bag with a splash...
Only a small bag in that place,
He tries to save his face.
Left his things in the race,
Must not reveal his disgrace...
It's fine to travel light,
Next time bring clothes, alright?
You are here, spending the night.
Now you have to borrow, impolite!
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Here's another one
Spaced For the Sea (based on Space Oddity by David Bowie)
Dock Control to Hotakainen
Dock Control to Hotakainen
We are leaving soon, are you getting on?
Dock Control to Hotakainen (Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six)
It's now or never, stubborn one (Five, Four, Three)
Start the engines and your journey will be done (Two, One, Leaving)
Dock Control to Hotakainen
You'll almost need to swim
And the ship you seek is gonna leave you there
Now it's time to leave the country if you dare
This is Hotakainen to Dock Control
I'm standing still right here
And not listening to anything you say
I'm not ready to go travelling today
For here am I standing atop this pier
Here beside the ship
Waiting for this trip
And I need to get a grip
Though I haven't left the country yet,
I'm feeling very ill
And I think I'm ready to get on this boat
The gangplank's raising, I'm jumping as it goes
Ground Control to Hotakainen
Ships leaving now, get yourself on
Can you hear me, Hotakainen?
Can you hear me, Hotakainen?
Can you hear me, Hotakainen?
Can you hear and I'm crouching, stretching for my bags
Now I'm on the ship
Ready for this trip
But my bag just took a dip
Post by: corncobman on January 17, 2016, 11:48:39 PM
Already On It, So Just Sit
Onni's arms are crossed,
Staring, not a word.
Trond's hearing not lost,
Yes, yes he heard.
Check on the food
Go out for him, see?
He is in no mood,
No patience, no whimsy.
Acting nonchalant,
Barely a word spoke.
"What do you want?"
Head turned, silence broke.
Onni says in response,
Only: "Call my sister!"
He already was, you nonce.
Just sit down there, mister...
Post by: corncobman on January 18, 2016, 09:28:14 PM
Ha-ha Good Joke, He's a Tough Bloke!
Now Onni has spoken,
Says: "Is it broken?"
From way out there,
Only sounds of dead air..
All eating maybe?
Now glum, seems Onni.
Trond's suspicious eye
"Are you about to cry?!?!"
These are not tears,
Just allergic here!
It's this stupid land,
He's not a baby-man!
Meanwhile Mikkel climbs,
Having a whale of a time.
Although no-one would know.
His face it doesn't show...
Post by: corncobman on January 20, 2016, 04:25:23 AM
I'm Not Alone
(based on I'm Not In Love by 10CC)
I'm not alone
You pesky children
It's just a silly thing I had to do
And just because you took it with
Don't get me wrong, don't think I will forgive
I'm not alone, no no, it's because..
I'd like to lead you
But then again
That doesn't mean I'll let you come with me
So if I turn back
Don't make a fuss
Just stay inside and leave the two of us
I'm not alone, no no, it's because..
I had the kitten
In my pocket
How come you carry the kitty there?
So don't you ask me
To lead you out
You know I can't just let you both come with me
I'm not alone, no no, it's because..
No, you just had to follow me
No, you just had to come
No, you just had to follow me
No, you just had to come
I'm not alone
Oh, you pesky kitten
It's just a silly thing I had to do
And just because I let you drop
Don't get me wrong, don't think I will not stop
I'm not alone
I'm not alone
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Prh. How'd This Occur?
Out of the cavern,
Into the wood wild,
Taking a long turn,
The man mannered mild.
Over a wood bridge,
Across a clear brook.
Slowly sauntering with
A sort of happy look.
Such a nice stroll to take,
It's such a darn shame.
His tranquillity breaks,
At the call of his name...
He's internally screaming,
At a couple of brats.
A-grinning and a-beaming
With a wide-eyed young cat.
Post by: corncobman on January 20, 2016, 09:24:28 PM
Unhappy Frown, Just Got Run Down
Tuuri lets Reynir take the fall,
Mikkel's expression says it all.
He's babysitting for the long haul.
Forced to be at their beck and call.
Was at peace, at the landscape viewin'.
Now walks away, his good mood in ruin.
Can't escape this, there's nothing doin',
No respite from their relentless pursuin'.
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Oh Man (based on I Ran by A Flock Of Seagulls)
I walked along the path of trees
Then I heard your voice and my heart skipped a beat
My heart skipped a beat
With cat in hand and twerp in tow
My escape was all in vain, oh no
All in vain, oh no
And oh man, I walked so far away
Was my plan, I walked most of the day
I couldn't get away
A good day gone, the bubble popped
Forced to babysit, I can never stop
I can never stop
The pair of goons there's no escape
This expresssion now on my face
Expression on my face
And oh man, I walked so far away
Was my plan, I walked most of the day
I couldn't get away
Raised up the cat, now damn it all
These babies will be causing my downfall
Will be causing my downfall
Walk away my fate is sealed
Disappointment the only thing I feel
The only thing I feel
And oh man, I walked so far away
Was my plan, I walked most of the day
I couldn't get away
Post by: corncobman on January 22, 2016, 12:30:23 AM
Sneak-A-Peek, Strange Hiding Technique
Approaching the aforementioned fort gate,
Long abandoned by the occupants late.
Therefore it was not in any locked state.
Mikkel pushes with the force of his weight.
Unncessary to climb up onto the grass.
What will they find in this glimpse to the past?
Even with effort, the entrace holds fast
They're hardly budging, until at last.
The great doors swing open with a creak,
As they go through, above, creatures peek.
And bunnies behind boxes, leaning oblique,
Tuuri and Reynir all smiles, curiosity piqued.
Post by: corncobman on January 24, 2016, 10:14:27 PM
I See, Only Me, Not We
The startled bunnies soon run away,
Leaving snow tracks behind in their wakes.
Water on all sides keeps infected at bay,
An effective fortress the layout makes.
A safe sanctuary, for critters at least.
Mikkel the the tour guide-cum-educator.
Double moats to the west, the coast to the east.
Hiding away, rabbits and mice as spectators.
Mikkel looks around, his hand on his chin,
Shelves upon shelves with containers of fuel,
Wooden boxes, nothing yet useful wherein.
He does this alone, them watching, how cruel!
Post by: corncobman on January 26, 2016, 12:37:07 AM
Don't Want A Peek, Now Feeling Weak
Tuuri is asking of he:
"For what do you search?"
As they pass a downed heli,
Crashed amongst all the birch.
An address of origin,
The vials weren't from round there.
What place to begin,
Mikkel doesn't know where.
Tuuri points to a building
Behind them, it's a sign!
Entrance forbidding,
Mikkel takes a hard line.
"Come on, just a peek!"
Tuuri's pushing her luck.
She'll stay, so-to-speak,
After becoming horror-stuck.
Post by: corncobman on January 26, 2016, 09:40:16 PM
Quit It, Or You'll Get Hit
Tuuri stands deathly still,
In the building doorway.
Reynir, listen to Mikkel,
Come here and don't play.
As she has an anxiety attack,
He stretches on tiptoes.
Common sense Reynir lacks.
Or is his brain slow?
This is not a drill.
You were told to not stray.
This place gives the chills,
Full of death and decay.
As he's heading back,
Reynir sees in the snow,
He notices the tracks,
To this place, they don't go...
Post by: corncobman on January 27, 2016, 10:47:13 PM
Leave Soon, A Boon!
Reynir's approach shows his reluctance.
Come on, don't make Tuuri ask twice.
Gotta leave while they still have a chance,
This place doesn't feel in any way nice.
Only Reynir can see all the ghosts.
Getting out now is very crucial.
He doesn't like them being so close.
The feeling is most likely mutual.
Mikkel sees no peril, he won't be rushed,
Won't leave 'til he's got something to show.
He at last has a packet in his clutch.
It has a label, now can they go?
Outside of the place of medication,
Calm kitty lets out an inquisitive 'miu?'
Closing his eyes out of sheer frustration,
Audibly, Reynir can only utter 'Nyuuuu...'!
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Nyuuuu Way Home (based on New Way Home by the Foo Fighters)
Have you found your way around, can we go out?
We can't stay here for long, too long
I'm still trying to keep this mouth from screaming out
Ghost town, spirits staying on and on and on
You never heard this warning
Another dream this morning
Takes me, breaks me in two
If you could follow me
I'll try to follow you
But lately it's all I ever do
I passed these ghosts on my way home
I'm so scared
Remember this, they split my dome
You don't care
I'll never tell you the secret I'm holding
I know these things must bore you
But I can't find another way
Can't ever show you the spirits beholding
I hate this place, these horrors
We have got to get away
I passed these ghosts on my way home
I'm so scared
Remember this, they split my dome
You don't care
I passed these ghosts on my way home
I'm so scared
Remember this, they split my dome
You don't care
I passed these ghosts on my way home
I'm so scared
Remember this, they split my dome
You don't care
I passed these ghosts on my way home
I'm so scared
Remember this, they split my dome
You don't care
Post by: corncobman on January 28, 2016, 11:13:11 PM
Safe From Harm, Pulling Her Arm
Mikkel emerges from inside, at last.
Now time to leave, right, double-quick!
Run away. Run away now very fast.
Reynir's almost at the end of his wick.
Up above, we see the shadows swirl,
Apparitions of dead, black and wavy.
The frightened boy pulls the arm of the girl.
If no-one else does, who would save thee?
Tuuri asks: "spirits?" with an air of disbelief.
She can't see what the Icelandic man sees.
She won't believe why he's giving her grief.
Better safe than sorry when non-immune to disease.
Fortunate they were gone, before they were beset.
What of the dark spirits, remnants of those died?
Following the footsteps of the departed quartet.
Almost reaching with their hands to outside...
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Don't Stand Still (based on Time Stand Still by Rush)
I turn my back to the shades
Avoid those hands
Before I start to fade
We move on and not a moment too soon
To escape these things like a spirit typhoon
Run out now to save my friends
I'd like to pause
But we'd meet our ends
To those souls whose
Animation suspends
Got to leave before the madness descends
(Don't stand still)
I'm not looking back
And we gotta leave this ground right now
(Don't stand still)
See more of the shadows and the spirits that surround me now
Keep them away a little bit longer
Make evacuation a little bit stronger
It's time to escape away
It's time to escape away
Don't stand still
I turn my face to the sun
Get out now
From the black all around
They are silent and don't make a sound
I let this search go too long
No time to pause
Leave before it goes all wrong
Like some captain, whose ship runs aground
We can't stay until they come crashing down
(Don't stand still)
I'm not looking back
And we gotta leave this ground right now
(Don't stand still)
See more of the shadows and the spirits that surround me now
Keep them away a little bit longer
Make evacuation a little bit stronger
Now these spirits look pretty wrong there
We have to leave right away
We have to leave right away
Don't stand still
Don't stand still
Now get going fast, before they come get us
Don't look at me like I'm making a big fuss
Keep them away a little bit longer
Make evacuation a little bit stronger
It's time to escape away
It's time to escape away
We have to leave right away
Don't stand still
Post by: corncobman on February 01, 2016, 02:03:44 AM
Deception Denied, About To Collide
The doorway enveloped.
Shadowy tendrils spread.
Chasing, seeking, unstopped,
The ill-intent of the dead.
Turned their back, can't see.
In discussions embroiled,
Is Mikkel and Tuuri,
Removed from the souls spoiled.
To Tuuri's deception,
Mikkel was ever wise.
Not Reynir's conception,
She could hardly disguise...
Mikkel knows manipulation,
Siblings he has enough.
Of Reynir's capitulation,
He could tell of the bluff.
Keep cards close to the chest.
Change the subject, OK, sure.
Of siblings, not the eldest,
But maybe the most mature.
Soon about to be adjourned.
With ancient books out of print.
On the side the other returned,
And a collision imminent...
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Oh Your Lies (based on Overdrive by the Foo Fighters)
Coming down, the fibs you sound
You didn't think I added up
Reynir's just a clueless hound
He's never such a clever pup
You changed and soon, changed your tune
Turning like a wheel inside your head
I know right what siblings are like
You didn't think that I'd have some
Didn't I find out in time?
And you blamed the red-haired one
You changed and soon, changed your tune
Turning like a wheel inside your head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh Tuuri, just confess
Rumbled now while we're outside
It's time you started owning up
I take it all within my stride
I know you lied so give it up
You changed and soon, changed your tune
Turning like a wheel inside your head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh Tuuri, changed the subject, just confess
You change and then you change again
Turning like a wheel inside your head
Coming down, the fibs you sound
You didn't think I added up
Reynir's just a clueless hound
He's never such a clever pup
You changed and soon, changed your tune
Turning like a wheel inside your head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh Tuuri, just confess
Oh your lies just make me shake my head (oh your lies just make me shake my head)
Oh your lies just make me shake my head (oh your lies just make me shake my head)
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh Tuuri, changed the subject
Oh Tuuri, changed the subject, just confess
Post by: corncobman on February 02, 2016, 01:34:59 AM
It's Mutiny, But You Can't Fire Me
Look here at what we've stumbled upon.
Faces surprised, all wide eyes drawn.
It's fearless leader and her faithful pawn.
And finally, the realisation, it dawns.
One word spoken is all - "Mutiny."
She wants to fire the medic instantly.
But alas, cannot dismiss him so easily.
She hasn't the prerequisite authority.
She can however leave him dead in a ditch.
But if she does, who can she get to stitch?
"No, no." Mikkel says, he has no such itch.
To usurp the leader, the most best of which.
He just saved them a day's work, that is all.
Sigrun unconvinced, on his sword he shall fall.
No thanks are forthcoming from Sigrun, appalled.
Consider this a black mark by his name on the wall.
Tuuri announces their return to her cousin.
He missed the whole fuss while there he was snoozin'.
A whole week of sleep Lalli will not be refusin'.
At last, Tuuri finally notices the radio buzzin'.
Post by: corncobman on February 03, 2016, 02:24:04 AM
No Worries, Tuuri Please
Tuuri shouts out "No!" in alarm.
Reply while eating their pasta like yarn.
After he grabs Trond's microphone arm.
Onni asks if sister's in any harm,
Tuuri surprised by sudden Finnish,
Onni is there, just as she wished.
Too sad to be alone, blubbing like a fish?
He was not so, stubbornly picks up his dish.
Maybe he was but he wouldn't ever admit.
Too broken up by the familial split,
Acting tough while the message transmits,
No one shall know of the brother in bits.
Post by: corncobman on February 04, 2016, 04:54:14 AM
Strange Is He, Seriously?
Of communications,
Wonders Tuuri,
There's complications,
But not a concern to thee.
Then Torbjörn's shout
That is the cue.
Hurry them out,
All of the non-essential crew.
Pass Mikkel the line,
Time for his turn.
Everything's fine,
Time to reveal what he's learnt.
Got any land maps?
Trond leaves the scene,
Back with a snap,
While Onni disses the cuisine.
Lalli sleeping in spite,
Of Emil's pokes and prods.
He's just out like a light.
This non-reaction appears rather odd.
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He's Sleeping All Day Long
(based on You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC)
It's the strangest scene
What does it all mean?
What's going on inside this feline dream
And he barely breathes
Get up now please
With him lying there I can't feel at ease
Tell me what's going on,
Where has Lalli gone?
This is quite the strangest phenomenon
'Cause his face I'm pokin'
The words I've spoken
He seems all broken
He still hasn't woken and
He's sleeping all day long
Yeah he's sleeping all day long
Working double time
On reconnaissance line
This friend of mine, he doesn't seem fine
He's out of the groove
He hasn't improved
I'm poking at him and there's barely a move
Still sleeping somehow
I just headed out
Now I'm back at his side, see his reaction now
'Cause his face I'm pokin'
The words I've spoken
He seems all broken
He still hasn't woken and
He's sleeping all day long
Yeah he's sleeping all day long
And there's no response and now
He's sleeping all day long
I'm really shakin' and
He's sleeping all day long
Yeah he's sleeping
Well too deep in
It's really creepy and
He's sleeping all day long
Ooooh
He's sleeping all day long
Yeah, yeah,
He's sleeping all day long
It's really creepy and he
Yeah he's sleeping, yeah he's sleeping
All day long
Post by: corncobman on February 05, 2016, 12:13:07 AM
No One Gets it, Not Even A Bit
Nobody cares about Lalli at all,
Talking about an old hospital.
A bit off the trail but reachable.
Just give the damn medic a golden medal.
But they can't be sure what those vials contained,
With the bodies, cures are unlikely, Mikkel explained.
It's best to keep that excitement restrained.
Until something positive can be ascertained.
Sigrun's brimming with hostile jealousy.
Praise not the ringleader of the mutiny.
A valuable find, a vaccine would be.
Even half working would be great for the country.
Siv with her world weary face laments.
Her job was pointless and utter torment.
Torbjörn insists that wasn't what he meant.
The time in her research was not very well spent.
Post by: corncobman on February 08, 2016, 02:04:00 AM
You're All Wimpy, Let's Go And See
It might be worth it,
According to Tor,
To change their route a bit,
He'll of course pay them more.
But according to Taru,
No, her choice, she sticks.
Uncharted spots, going through,
It's a plan that's moronic.
Not to be negative,
Tor's wife has to agree.
The wise heads Taru and Siv,
To have information to see.
The investigation can wait,
Keep the mission short.
OK, enough of the debate,
The ball's in Sigrun's court.
The brave leader speaks.
They're eating awful sludge.
Let's go for a peek, and
Make it worth the trudge.
Post by: corncobman on February 09, 2016, 05:52:50 AM
Rule Of Cool, Objection Overruled.
There's zero reason,
According to Sigrun,
Even babies know.
She of course says to go.
Well, she's made the call.
Taru's face says it all.
Onni pricks up his ears.
Trond says what he wants to hear.
Before Mikkel's on the gas,
Sigrun won't let this pass.
A problem in the way,
Better know what to say!
He quickly apologises,
The finding duties were not his.
And by his own admission,
He didn't have her permission.
Sigrun's appeased, at least some.
His dumb stunt, not all dumb.
However he's still labelled mutinist.
He's still being kept on her list.
Post by: corncobman on February 10, 2016, 04:13:33 AM
Sun Down, Swede Frown
Sigrun shows off her list, but
Only one name does it consist.
Most tend to have more than the one.
But not like the others, is leader Sigrun.
Others need to have less stupid in taking.
Now chop, chop get with the food sludge a-making.
With the others together collect all their meals.
While one man is separate, alone with his feels.
Dinner is served, bowls of the stuff.
Emil alone eats, his face in a huff.
He sits with his buddy, on the side of the bed.
As daylight falls, dimming light red.
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If You Want Sludge
(based on If You Want Blood by AC/DC)
It's horrible
This substance I abhor
Horrible
Please don't give me any more
You get huntin' for nothin'
This dinner is a bust
And it's all that we've got
Flavour can't adjust
If you want sludge, you got it
If you want sludge, you got it
Sludge, what we eat
Sludge, taste like socks
Sludge, makes me shudder
Every last drop
You want sludge
You got it
Yes you have
It's terrible
This stuff tastes like shoe
Terrible
The sludge that they feed to you
Feelin' like a sick dog
Feeding us this poop
Sick to the stomach
With this slimy goop
If you want sludge, you got it
If you want sludge, you got it
Sludge, what we eat
Sludge, taste like socks
Sludge, makes me shudder
Every last drop
You want sludge
We got it
O positive
Sludge, taste like socks
Sludge, what we eat
Sludge, we could die
Sludge, taste like feet
If you want sludge
You got it
I want you to feed it me
If you want sludge, you got it
If you want sludge, you got it
If you want sludge, you got it
If you want sludge, you got it
Post by: corncobman on February 11, 2016, 04:19:57 AM
In His Eyes Trust, Go Now, They Must
Of his green little eye,
Out of the corner,
In the distance, espy,
He must now warn her.
A terrible sight,
Familiar to him.
Into the light,
Horrors, tall and slim.
Like columns amassed,
Wading into view,
The bleak sight contrast,
To light coming through.
"We need to go."
No time to explain.
Gradually now,
Oh, here come the slain.
Post by: corncobman on February 12, 2016, 09:21:33 AM
The Things, At The Place, Get Out Of My Face!
The spirits are here!
He dreamt of death.
Frantic at her ear.
Barely a breath.
The sun is setting,
They can go nowhere,
While Reynir's fretting,
He's panicking, scared.
"Tell Sigrun", he says,
The message is garbled.
Sigrun is left dazed.
Has he lost his marbles?
The scout all the while,
Inside his haven,
Sees incoming hostiles,
Creep to enslave them...
Post by: corncobman on February 15, 2016, 12:16:06 AM
They Prey, Must Disobey
"Are you a moron?"
It's late in the day.
Most of the light gone,
So there they will stay.
They won't leave today.
Sigrun dismisses them.
He says drive anyway,
He won't be condemned.
Don't listen to Sigrun,
You're fine with disobeying!
Grabs her arm, she's stunned.
What game is he playing?
Dark digits into the shield
Surrounding the scout.
But the powers Lalli wields,
No longer keep it without.
With a greater force,
Cracks open, penetration,
Coming, without remorse,
With it, eternal damnation.
No longer can withhold,
The shape forces through.
Peril, great, black and cold,
And it comes, now, for you...
---------------------------------
Forcefield Won't Hold 'Em
(based on Stairway To Heaven by Led Zeppelin)
There's a braidy who saw all the swirling black souls
And I'm trying, the forcefield won't hold 'em
How they got here, who knows? Though the way in was closed
They came into my dream the dark horrors
Ooh, ooh, and I'm trying, the forcefield won't hold 'em
There's a barrier force but in through they tore
'Cause it's my dream time, I'm in transition
Through the trees by the lake, oh the trouble they bring
And my haven's becoming a prison
Ooh, the shadows hunger
Ooh, the shadows hunger
They're coming, the threats, it's a terrible test
And my forcefield is cracking and breaching
In my dream, cannot scream, the damned souls unredeemed
And the faceless terrors who come looking
Ooh, the shadows hunger
Ooh, the undead spirits hunger
And the figures come soon, through my magic cocoon
Then the magic will be dead in this season
And the soul will be gone, it won't be too long
And the forests will empty thereafter
If there's a creature in your rainbow, raise the alarm now,
Here comes the unclean, through my mage screen
Yes, I and my shield tried to deny, but in the dead come
There's no time to fight before I'm gone
And the shadows hunger
These things are coming and I should go, these spirits just grow
The danger's lurking and it looks grim
No safety, can I fight these mad foes? No, I don't know
My forcefield dies as it just let them in
And as they tear in through the wall
These shadows follow from the holes
Here stalks the shady ebon ghosts
They drain our life, our very souls
Take everything and turn to stone
And soon this prison's a grave yard
They soon will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
For all and soon the bell will toll
And I'm trying, the forcefield won't hold 'em
Post by: corncobman on February 16, 2016, 01:00:50 AM
Hands in Head, Can't Go To Bed, Soon They Be Dead
What to do? He can't do anything,
He clutches his face in desperation.
Tuuri pulls away from his arm clinging,
He's not ready for this confrontation.
Tuuri's response is not a good one,
The braided one is then overwhelmed.
Any good ideas now? He has none,
But he is not the one stuck in magic realm...
Lalli meanwhile is in his own little bubble,
Frantically in a smaller make-shift cocoon.
Raising his arms to repel the dark trouble.
The end is coming, coming too soon.
He closes his eyes for the inevitable.
The scene shifts back to cat-looking car.
As if he is forcing himself awake by will,
Before he is permanent and mentally scarred.
------------------------------------------
Trouble Vision (based on Double Vision by Foreigner)
Feelin' down surrounded, feelin' kind of weak
My magic's no longer at its peak
This time is such a bad time, ain't got time to waste
I cannot stick around till shadow's in my face
In my space now it's trouble vision
I gotta raise my bubble vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, it's always new to me
My trouble vision will be the death of me
Never do more than I, I really need
My mind is racing, need my body back at speed
Tonight's the night, I'm gonna push it to the limit
I have to reappear at this very minute
In my space now it's trouble vision
I gotta raise my bubble vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, it's always new to me
My trouble vision now it seems will be the death of me, the death of me, yeah
Ooh, trouble vision, I need bubble vision
It takes me out of my head, takin' me out of my head
I get my trouble vision
Oh, seeing trouble trouble
Oh, I have bubble vision, yeah, I'm getting trouble vision
Post by: corncobman on February 16, 2016, 10:37:44 PM
Still In Dream? Only A Scream
Lalli's noises are most unusual,
Choking sounds a cause for concern.
Ignoring for so long, inexcusible!
But at least signs of life have returned.
While Lalli's making fits
Emil gets no help he's looking for
He's not quite choking, it's
Something rather much more.
Briefly the noises stop, only so brief.
He opens his mouth but no sound emits.
The respite however causes no relief.
A loud scream comes, all their ears split.
Post by: corncobman on February 17, 2016, 09:50:52 PM
Kitten Shrieked, Havoc Wreaked
The screaming guy is still unawakened,
Despite Emil attempting to shake him,
The siren blaring makes them uneasy.
Sigrun while talking, feeling queasy.
Mikkel, hands on ears, can't take much more.
And unfortunate Sigrun drops to the floor.
The kitten alarm too starts to shriek,
At the noise, or at Sigrun, who's feeling weak?
Tuuri and Reynir are staring wide-eyed.
Both of their mouths agape, horrified.
They appear to be in a sticky muddle.
The kitten in its own terrified puddle...
--------------------------------------
Fall To Damnation (based on Shake Your Foundations by AC/DC)
Hear the screamin', in the air
I got my hands coverin' my hair
It ain't good, cause the noise is a shriek
I'm feelin' queasy, dizzy and weak
I seize up an' I sink towards the floor
I'm in trouble an' cannae take no more
No-one can help us and we cannae fight
We're gonna lose our lives tonight
Alright, alright
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin'
I was shaking the absentee
She's getting sick of the noise, you see
He was wailing, was he sick?
Screaming off his head, like a lunatic
Help me, help me please
Wake this animal, and help him to breathe
Stop this, stop this sound
Then Sigrun went crashing to the ground
Fell down, to ground
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin'
It comes tonight, this shadow bites
We're gonna be stuck in this plight
This foul land shakes me to the core
This situation sucks an' we cannae take no more
Onto the floor
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor
We're not fine!
Post by: corncobman on February 19, 2016, 12:18:21 AM
Keep To The Light As The Cat and Swede Fights
Seeing the crumpled heaps on the ground,
Tuuri, at last, puts the pedal down.
Racing away from the unknown threat post-haste.
Have to escape before they're laid waste.
Lalli is grunting incoherent noises.
Limbs flailing, head full of voices.
Pulling on Emil's hair, most painful, indeed,
The Swede fighting with him to get freed.
Reynir, still kneeling, pleads to the skies.
Ghosts go away, and spare all their lives.
He implores "G-go away, please go away!"
So far it's been such a terrible day...
Post by: IKEA on February 21, 2016, 02:35:14 PM
Our dear Captain Sig
Kills trolls, punches crap buildings
The most best leader.
Tall Mister Madsen
Who here needs medical help?
Face cancer is real.
Arrogant Emil
Has flamethrower, will travel
Don't touch the sparkles!
(I can't think of any for the others at the moment).
Post by: corncobman on February 21, 2016, 09:55:05 PM
Kneeling, Appealing, Terrified Feeling
The shadows unfolding,
From a multi-limbed mass,
Disgusting to behold,
In mortal plane trespass.
A runic bubbling spell,
Around the pleading mage.
This glowing light shell,
Against the black evil's rage.
In this desperate stand,
Will he mage status earn?
Against all odds the misfit.
And his dog growling in turn.
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Wizard In A Bubble
(based on Message In A Bottle by the Police)
Just a foot away
A shadow in my face, oh
A horror-filled display
On the ceiling space, oh
More in this place
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh
Just keep this frightful mess from us all
Just keep this frightful mess from us all
I pray that I will not die
I pray that I will not die
I pray that I will not die
Wizard in a bubble
Wizard in a bubble
I'm on my knees since there is no hope
But I should have known this right from the start
Only a visit from the nether
Here to take our lives
And tear out all our hearts
Just keep this frightful mess from us all
Just keep this frightful mess from us all
I pray that I will not die
I pray that I will not die
I pray that I will not die
Wizard in a bottle
Wizard in a bottle
Oh, wizard in a bubble
Wizard in a bubble
Horrible creature
It's making my skin crawl
A scary nightmare shadow
Creeping down the walls
Now it wants to swallow me whole
A multi-legged nightmare-thing
Looking for a soul
Just keep this frightful mess from us all
Just keep this frightful mess from us all
I pray that I will not die
I pray that I will not die
I pray that I will not die
Wizard in a bubble
Wizard in a bubble
Wizard in a bubble
Wizard in a bubble
Go away, you big black mess
Go away, you big black mess
Go away, you big black mess
Go away, you big black mess...
Post by: corncobman on February 22, 2016, 09:20:19 PM
Go Away, Don't Want It
(Any Way You Want It by Journey)
Go away, don't want it
Get away, don't need it
Go away, don't want it
It's coming welp,
I need some help
From this horror-thing
Come save us please
I'm on my knees
I hate everything
Ooh, can't fight, this wight
Oh, what a fright
So hold tight, tonight
Ooh, doggy, hold tight
Oh, I said go away, don't want it
Get away, don't need it
Go away, don't want it
I said go away, don't want it
Get away, don't need it
Go away, don't want it
I'm very screwed
I have no clue
What a mage can do
Ooh, I'm so numb
Save us from
The shadow, here it comes
Ooh, can't fight, this wight
Oh, what a fright
So hold tight, tonight
Ooh doggy, hold tight
Oh, I said go away, don't want it
Get away, don't need it
Go away, don't want it
I said go away, don't want it
Get away don't need it
Go away don't want it
Post by: corncobman on February 24, 2016, 09:46:48 AM
Prayer In Woe, Tear At the Shadow
In between realities,
In dream and nightmare,
Intense, in agony,
Invader, soon laid bare.
Reynir hugs his friend,
Hope, seems he lost it.
Lalli at a worse end
Already been exhausted.
Onni's owl but swoops,
Its claws out stretched,
The shadow itself scooped,
Tearing at the wretched.
Wings fanned, piercing eyes,
Glaring at the phantom.
Majestic and wise,
Full of wrath but yet calm.
In a different class,
Magnificent in flight
Into the shadowy mass,
Bringing forth the light.
Post by: corncobman on February 25, 2016, 09:38:22 PM
Terror Begone, By The Light Shone.
The owl rises,
Black arms reaching.
Slash surprises,
For blood leeching.
The owl speaks,
It has no place.
The foul air reeks,
Must erase all trace.
This deadly unknown,
Of massive size,
Evil overgrown,
Shall meet its demise.
Call forth the powers,
The bird flying high.
This enemy of ours,
Now, in the light, die.
-------------------
Crushing You
(based on Break On Through by The Doors)
You know the day destroys the night
You won't win this day
Try to claw
Try to bite
Crushing you to the other side
Shadow, you'll never win this fight
Crushing you by the magic light, yeah
I chased the danger here
Found the changer there
But you won't succeed
You're in my sight
Crushing you to the other side
Crushing you by the magic light
Yeah!
C'mon, yeah
Everybody needs my saving
Everybody needs my saving
Owl fly high!
Owl fly high!
Owl fly high!
Owl fly high!
I found a bleakness in your face
Empty in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie
Crushing you to the other side
Crushing you by the magic light
Crushing you, oww!
Oh, yeah!
Made the scene
At this freak
On this day
At my peak
The light is straight
Deep and wide
Crushing you to the other side
Crushing you by the magic light
Crushing you
Crushing you
Crushing you
Crushing you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Post by: IKEA on February 27, 2016, 08:04:48 PM
Good with a wrench or with words
Keeps the team going.
Braided young Reynir
Utterly clueless shepherd
Really hates spirits.
Post by: corncobman on February 28, 2016, 11:35:51 PM
By Your Eyes Onni
(based on For Your Eyes Only by Sheena Easton)
By your eyes Onni
Can save all of our lives
By your eyes Onni
The shadow cannot hide
You can see so much Onni
So much Onni that's new
I never felt so much in awe of you
By your eyes Onni, Onni rescue
You'll see what no-one else can see
And now we're breaking free
By your eyes Onni, Onni rescue
The power you have is much to me
The shadow's hold released from me
Onni rescue, Onni rescue
By your eyes Onni
This night is getting old
You just owned, Onni
That's all, it's just the truth
Maybe I'm total noob
Because I know you fly
But you're now here, perhaps we won't all die
By your eyes Onni, Onni rescue
You see what no one else can see,
And now we're breaking free
By your eyes Onni, Onni rescue
The helplessness has passed you see
I'm grateful to the powers that be
Onni rescue, by your eyes Onni
--------------------------------
Saviour Owl, Power Fowl
Exploding bright,
Blinding light,
From owl inside,
Mage most wise.
Power belies.
Saucer eyes,
Ghost's grip prised.
Tank side rised,
So high, the skies,
The owl can fight,
In all their sight,
It saved their lives.
Burning so bright,
Their saviour's might.
But beat, not quite,
The black, the blight.
Post by: corncobman on March 01, 2016, 03:55:27 AM
Ear Clipped by Scissor Snip
The soul ill-fated,
Cannot take shape,
Distance created,
They make their escape.
Its wide gaping maw,
Shows its displeasure.
No more life to draw,
It can no longer endure.
Reynir looks wordless,
The owl glancing back,
Young mage impressed,
Eyes staring, jaw slack.
In Sweden, blood squirts.
Scissors cut more than hair.
Boy it will sure hurt,
When Onni's back there!
No reaction, such a bore,
A babysitter, he's not.
Like he's been in the wars,
Physical danger is fraught.
Back to the squad drowsed,
Like their heads have spun.
The crew then all rouse,
Well, all apart from one.
Post by: corncobman on March 02, 2016, 09:36:16 AM
Slightly Dazed, Look Amazed
Still groggy is she,
Their leader most best.
Unwelcome sight to see,
As her face does suggest.
Please don't be hostile,
Tuuri had to drive away.
Find a camping spot while
There's still light of day.
Don't lose focus on,
On the task at hand.
Before they've all drawn
The creatures of this land.
Have to keep control.
What's this? Looks grim.
Stetching like poles,
Are they giant's limbs?
Post by: IKEA on March 02, 2016, 10:07:05 PM
Whose life didn't go as his kin planned.
He ran out of fear
And cut off his ear
And couldn't go right back to Finland.
(I can't limerick, but Finland is really hard to rhyme)
Post by: corncobman on March 03, 2016, 10:38:59 PM
Shunt the Thing in Front
Cat tank ploughs through,
The long stalk-like legs,
Coming out into view,
Like a foul see-through egg.
A translucent flesh-pod,
With small beady eyes,
And two limbs like rods,
That's just dropping by.
But within the bulbousness,
Is a skeleton silhouette.
Physicality dispossessed,
Only undeath will beset.
Like a rotten kind of plant,
With horrid stalk and stem.
Up above them, like ants,
There's a whole army of them...
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Gruesome Highway
(based on Lonesome Highway by Rory Gallagher)
Well it's a gruesome highway
That never seems to end
Well they just keep comin'
These creatures are such a pain
And it's now in my way
It's got throbbing veins
It looks like a light-bulb
But it could be our bane
Looks pretty frightenin'
It's a skull inside a brain
Sure don't look inviting
When you see those monster strains
Yea, Yea
I wish it were the morning
'Cause the night feels oh so long
With those in my eyes, yeah
It don't look good my friend
Tomorrow seems far away
Let's leave and never come return
Woohoo, Woooohoooo, Yeah-yeah-yeah-hea
Post by: corncobman on March 05, 2016, 04:30:28 AM
Oh Crap, Splap Mishap
As a result of the ram,
The leggy thing collapsed.
To the floor it slams.
Just a sound of "SPLAP!"
The others just gaze,
Not venturing through.
Scared of the sun's rays?
Just blobs with a view.
The light's fading fast.
How long will they keep,
Until shadows' cast,
And out they all leap?
They bounds they must pass,
Of the city they're at.
While Mikkel just sassed,
Holding the confused cat.
"Shut up!" Sigrun says.
What use is he now?
While Emil is witless,
What, where, who and how?
He understands not,
What's been happening at all.
He wasn't ever taught,
The young Swedish screwball.
Post by: corncobman on March 07, 2016, 09:40:19 PM
We Don't Even Know Either
(based on I Don't Know Myself by the Who)
There's something in these things that stalk that can get my blood flowing
There's something in the way you fight that can destroy all buildings by blowing
Don't think about going to bed, 'cause monster skulls to bash lie there
Don't you say you don't know it, 'cause we don't even know either
Ooh we don't know either
I don't mind if I die once in a while
I don't mind if you cry once in a while
The trolls aren't big and wide as they might seem
I'm just trying to fight my way out with this team
Don't listen to the words I say, 'cause I can change my mind like I'm crazy
Don't wake up the Finnish mage, 'cause though he's sleeping he's not lazy
We just drove out and left, we didn't want to just die there
Don't you say you don't know it, 'cause we don't even know either
I said we don't even know either
I don't mind if I die once in a while
I don't mind if you cry once in a while
The trolls aren't big and wide as they might seem
I'm just trying to fight my way out with this team
Did you want to fight? I think you really do
Will you come with me? We are the awesome two
Hear my call, we are the most best fighters extreme
I'm just trying to fight my way out with this team
There's something out there we need to be killing, help me so that we can go to bed
Just keep the troll monster blood spilling, just keep bashing it until it's dead
Come on all of you creatures, we will just let fly there
Don't you say you don't know it, 'cause we don't even know either
I said we don't even know either
I don't mind if I die once in a while
And I don't mind if you cry once in a while
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Stretched Like Lines, Very Bad Signs
Put on your gear,
Not quite time for bed.
Be ready to clear,
And bash in the head.
Be ready, stand-by,
Still a light's glower.
The sun in the sky,
Becoming ever lower.
The orange-red hues.
Show night's not that far.
While the light soothes,
No defence under stars.
The tank drives on past,
Between building and pool.
Snow melting fast,
Or troll-monster drool?
They continue to roll,
To get out of this zoo.
Before they're at their goal,
Something comes into view.
Overgrown, intertwined,
Branching and swirling.
Tentacles like vines,
Insidious in curling.
Post by: corncobman on March 08, 2016, 10:06:38 PM
Chop It Up, With A SHWUP!
A tangled mesh,
This sickly net.
Dead stringy flesh,
At the edge of sunset.
Cannot reverse,
There's no retreat.
They have to traverse,
Escape must complete.
Force they must brute.
To make it out ahead.
Hack at the roots,
Looks that they're dead,
Very good that it's so,
Indeed, thank the gods
In water, something grows,
Waiting for the poor sods...?
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Another Sick-Looking Troll
(based on Another Brick In The Wall parts 1,2 and 3 by Pink Floyd)
Leave the buildings, get in motion
Leaving just the souls diseased
The shadows coming with no emotion
Denmark, what else do you have for me?
Denmark, whatcha have in store for me?
Chop it all, it was just a dead-looking wall
All in all, it was just the dead-looking wall
We don't need no back direction
We don't need no clutch control
No returning to the shadows
Monster, leave us all alone!
Hey, monster, leave us all alone!
All in all, it's just another sick-looking troll
All in all, you're just another sick-looking troll
We don't need no back direction
We don't need no clutch control
No returning to the shadows
Monster, leave us all alone!
Hey, monster, leave us all alone!
All in all, you're just another sick-looking troll
All in all, you're just another sick-looking troll
I don't need no vines around me
And I don't need to look behind me
I have seen the skin get up and crawl
Don't stop. There's no turning back at all
No. Don't stop. There's no turning back at all
All in all, it was all just the dead-looking wall
All in all, it was all just the dead-looking wall
Post by: corncobman on March 09, 2016, 09:36:20 PM
So Lame, Emil Son, Get Your Flame On
Go out and keep watch,
So that nothing sneaks,
Please, no gunshots.
Quietly, so to speak.
While Sigrun and Mikkel,
Hacking, slashing away.
You know the drill,
Just keep stuff at bay.
"Okay." he responds.
Why is it always him?
The pretty-boy, blonde.
Alone on a whim.
Grumbling is Emil,
Flame-sprayer in hand.
It's all far too still,
He surveys the lost land.
Post by: corncobman on March 10, 2016, 11:46:03 PM
Blind Hacks, Bloody Axe
As the sun sinks,
The pair still chops.
To cut the links,
That made their tank stop.
Within the vehicle,
Tuuri at the wheel.
Kitty, fluffed like ball,
Troll's proximity it feels.
Still hacking away,
Mikkel, eyes closed.
Blood then spurts and sprays.
Living tissues exposed.
Spatters towards his suit,
In surprise he's caught.
This thick fleshy root,
Not as dead as he thought...
----------------------------
Filthy Blood Pours
(based on 45th Floor by the Doobie Brothers)
Librarian drivin' down the road
Flashin' those lights till our tank was slowed
Here's another obstacle
With monster tentacles, is it dead?
Oh the filthy blood pours
Chopped 'till a leak was sprung
Blood keeps spurting endlessly
These branches aren't that dead you see
Talk about a shockin' sight
My eyes are both open wide and I'm pale
Don't inhale
Oh the endless blood pours
I don't know what's been happenin'
Ain't no helpin' it now
We're supposed to clear the way for the journey
But the blood squirting never seems to stop
Oh the filthy blood pours
Doesn't matter if it's day or night
'Cause we're all gonna pay the price
And the blood, it pours on
Used to be a monster goin' round
No people left here inside of this town
We thought we'd see our way outside
It seems that we can't escape this night
All because of the monster blood scourge
I don't know what's been happenin'
Ain't no helpin' it now
We're supposed to clear the way for the journey
But the blood spraying never seems to stop
On the monster blood pours
Doesn't matter if it's left or right
'Cause we're all gonna hafta fight
And the blood, it sprays on
None of these fools ever thinks about the protocol
It's all about fighting and looking cool
How can anybody like these fools
Takin' all the babies and letting them run wild
I don't know what's been happenin'
Ain't no helpin' it now
We're supposed to clear the way for the journey
But the blood letting never seems to stop
I don't know what's been happenin'
Ain't no helpin' it now
We're supposed to clear the way for the journey
But the blood trouble never seems to stop
On the filthy blood pours
Doesn't matter if it's day or night
'Cause we're all gonna pay the price
And the blood, it spurts on
Post by: corncobman on March 12, 2016, 01:35:39 AM
Unpleasant Find, Tentacles Unwind
Mikkel puts up his axe,
Arms aloft, Sigrun turns back.
Stopped in their tracks,
The pair after the fact.
Too late for regrets,
No time to dwell.
They're in a deep mess,
They know all too well.
The whole mass shifts,
Tentacled, foul flesh.
Strands unfix swift,
In an unwinding thresh.
The branch unmerges,
Panic on faces plaster.
Between them it surges,
And spelling disaster.
Post by: corncobman on March 13, 2016, 10:38:20 PM
Horrible Feeling (based on More Than A Feeling by Boston)
I looked out behind me and the arms were long
Clenched on my dagger and felt afraid
I lost myself in a feeling all wrong
It hit my side and I slipped away
A horrible feeling (a horrible feeling)
When I fell back into the water way (horrible feeling)
I feel like screaming (horrible feeling)
When I feel the water hit my face
I feel my confidence slippin' away
So many branches, it took only one
The force was great as it pulled me by
Then backwards I fall as I'm feeling stunned
As clear as the sun, everything's awry
A horrible feeling (a horrible feeling)
When I fell back into the water way (horrible feeling)
I feel like screaming (horrible feeling)
When I felt the coldness hit my face
I feel my consciousness slippin' away
Now I'm wet and I've been grabbed
I clutch my dagger, brace for melee
And think of a Dane I want to stab
It hit my side and I slipped away
I slipped away
A horrible feeling (a horrible feeling)
When I fell back into the water way (horrible feeling)
I feel like screaming (horrible feeling)
When I felt the water hit my face
---------------------------------
Winded and Wet, Day to Forget
The tendrils retreat,
With great speed and force.
Sigrun swept off her feet,
Caught in a lonely divorce.
So shocked and stunned,
No words can escape.
Pulled towards water, Sigrun,
Arm bound, in a terrible shape.
Mikkel is too indisposed.
On his back, legs in the air.
The pair split and exposed,
He'll be of no help to her there.
With her dagger in hand,
She can only but look.
In a splash, in water lands,
A single branch was all it took.
Post by: corncobman on March 15, 2016, 12:22:51 AM
Dagger to Sheath, What Lies Beneath?
Swimmingly travels,
Away is her knife.
Her bandage unravels,
In midst of strife.
To surface she rises,
After looking below.
Not quite a crisis,
But soon will be so.
To Mikkel she shouts,
The Danish farm-wife.
Have to get out,
Before end of life.
He's big and strong,
So he's able to tow.
To find something long,
And towards her throw.
Post by: corncobman on March 15, 2016, 10:27:55 PM
Lady Fighter (based on Lady Writer by Dire Straits)
Lady fighter is uneasy
Reaching out, she's wet and chilly
Something in proximity
It's surfacing, all big and scary yeah
Lady fighter is uneasy
She seemed to have anxiety
The way the monster looks
And you know she never read a book
Just the way that the creature's underneath the place
And her fall is some disgrace
Another time, another case
Lady fighter is uneasy
She had all the brains and the beauty
The picture does not fit
She's treading there where the creature sits
Just the way that the creature's underneath the place
And her fall is some disgrace
Another time, another chase
He's a strong old man,
You know she'd a call him a ring leader
She's got the same command
This thing's a bottom feeder
Just the way that the creature's underneath the place
And her fall is some disgrace
Another time, another race
Lady fighter is uneasy (Lady fighter is uneasy)
She knew all about reality (Lady fighter)
You couldn't dare to follow her
I think I want to just as sure as the ...
Lady fighter is uneasy (Lady fighter is uneasy)
Reaching out, she's wet and chilly (Lady fighter)
You know she's talking about skald Tuuri
And the lady fighter is uneasy (Lady fighter is uneasy)
Reaching out, she's wet and chilly (Lady fighter)
Yeah you know she's talking about something beastly
And the lady fighter is uneasy
---------------------------------
It Comes, The Water Scum
In chilly places,
The wall Sigrun gropes.
Back Mikkel races,
To retrieve rope.
So he can reach her,
Before she is swept,
By the creature that
Plumbs there the depths.
Calls once more his name,
Urgency he needs.
The creature in frame,
And instruction to heed.
Tell Tuuri to drive, as
Much space between them.
Before the creature arrives,
And they all become chum.
Post by: corncobman on March 17, 2016, 09:11:47 AM
Hope Squashed, With a Swash?
As Sigrun climbs,
Calm as you like.
Of course it's a nice time,
For an evening hike!
Follow the tracks,
Out they will lead.
Find a place to shack,
Don't drop your speed.
Pay some attention,
Get out of the city.
Just don't mention,
The wet monstrosity.
As she gets higher,
A black tail swishes.
Swept from the wire to
Sleep with the fishes.
Post by: corncobman on March 18, 2016, 11:11:32 PM
Busy Burnin' (based on Busy Earnin' by Jungle)
So you come a long way
And have found the blob-brains
Never have things for a normal life
It's time, get busy burnin'
You can't get enough
This busy burnin'
You can't get enough
You think that all your time's abused
Get busy burnin'
You can't get enough
Keep the blobbies away
With your flamethrower spray, oh
Damn, that's a horrid sight
Now get, busy burnin'
You can't get enough
This busy burnin'
You can't get enough
You think that all your time's abused
Get busy burnin'
You can't get enough
Just busy burnin'
You can't get enough
You think that all your time's abused
Get busy earnin'
You can't get enough
You think that all your time's abused
Get busy burnin'
You can't get enough
Just busy burnin'
You can't get enough, no
Just busy burnin'
You can't get enough
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Things Are Askew, Brain-Blobbies Shoo!
As Sigrun's in deep,
Emil's isolated.
The watch he keeps.
Too long has he waited.
The others move away,
Forgotten about him.
Can't hear what they say,
Driving off on a whim.
He hears sounds of feet,
As he's left behind.
Faced with a fleet
Of multiple blob minds.
While his guard was lowered,
They emerge in a queue.
He raises his flamethrower,
As he says to them "shoo?"
Post by: Unlos on March 19, 2016, 05:37:44 PM
(http://i.imgur.com/mLIMOc1.png)
Post by: corncobman on March 22, 2016, 02:14:48 AM
Fire The Mob, Admire Burning Blobs
The boggled eyes stare,
Through the brain dome,
A leg lifts through the air,
Trying to stab it home.
A well-timed back-step,
He escapes in his retreat.
While turning he swept,
With a blast of his heat.
The leg is aburst,
Bright flames licking.
Painfully submersed,
The fire keeps a-sticking.
The roast leg is waving,
With no way to smother.
Peculiar behaving,
As it collides with another.
It doesn't abate,
Careful where you tread.
Emil can only spectate.
The flames only spread.
------------------------
Flamey Blobs Can Dance
(based on Same Old Song And Dance by Aerosmith)
Get yourself hotter, burn them with haste
Transparent brain spotters, fire lays them to waste
With the spout, conflagration will go to their heads
And burning aggravation, they're soon enough dead
It's the flamey glory
Flamey blobs can dance, my friend
It's the flamey glory
Flamey blobs can dance, my friend
Gotcha with the napalm, spraying with my gun
No useful arms to douse them, to getcha undone
It spreads all over, in flames they will drown
And it's just not the same without Sigrun around
It's the flamey glory
Flamey blobs can dance, my friend
It's the flamey glory, flamey glory
Flamey blobs can dance
No longer blockin', legs start knockin'
My source of convection, looks like perfection
Disinfection, can't help projection
Can't stand the heat, when the flames got you beat, my friend
When you burn up and combust, the meltin' white-heat
With my old flamer-nozzle, having hot feet
It spreads all over, in flames they will drown
And it's just not the same without Sigrun around
Post by: corncobman on March 23, 2016, 11:14:41 PM
Gasp For Breath, Catching Death
Sigrun emerges,
This trip is a wash.
The creature converges,
Can't buckle this swash?
She fights the torrent,
Struggling for air,
Close, the abhorrent.
Like a mouse in its snare.
Pulled ever deeper,
Gazing, the unholy maw.
The tentacled sweeper,
And its potential meal raw.
Seeing with one eye,
The leader desperate.
An underwater stairway,
To escape from this threat.
Post by: corncobman on March 28, 2016, 10:42:12 PM
Rocks Pelt, Nothing Felt
Sigrun strains,
To the far staircase,
In great pains,
A life or death race.
Down pebbles rain,
Above the surface.
Distract to gain,
Sigrun breathing space.
Mikkel projects,
He pleads and bombards.
There's no effect,
With such tiny rock shards.
He prepares to eject.
To become a life-guard.
His thoughts collect.
The medic's job is so hard.
Post by: corncobman on March 28, 2016, 11:09:08 PM
Climbing The Flight, Chasing Bulbs Alight
OK, this is it!
The Dane prepares to dive.
His head is hit,
Sigrun has arrived!
She can only cough,
But they need to leg it.
They best be off,
Now find the nearest exit.
Climbing the stairs,
The thing many-limbed.
Chasing to air
After the foul swim.
Emil, from the west,
With much more besides.
Uninvited guests,
Getting their heads fried.
Post by: corncobman on March 28, 2016, 11:25:47 PM
Both Sides Collide, Spide and Brains Fried
The trio all returned,
As it all closes round.
Emil near burnt,
Sigrun near drowned.
On the leader's face,
Tired of this stuff.
After the chase,
She's having enough.
They huddle tight.
In chaos embroiled.
Legs surround alight.
But an attack is foiled.
What an upset!
Wet legs, inflamed orbs.
The trio they forget,
In their battle absorbed?
Post by: corncobman on March 29, 2016, 10:25:04 PM
Leave The Dump, In A Slump
While the fight raged,
Off the squad peeled.
Away from this stage,
And the creature surreal.
It watches them leave,
As it collapses.
Its strength to retrieve,
The more time elapses.
Emil asks how do they deal,
With the monster at large.
With heat and steel, or
A more eplosive charge?
"Keep walking," says Sigrun,
Surveying the prey.
To handle the big one,
They'll kill it the easy way.
Post by: corncobman on March 30, 2016, 11:32:00 PM
It's Stuck, Hard Luck
The hurt aquatic beast,
Desiccated and stranded.
Fluids slowly decreased,
A quick death not granted.
Ventral bloody-greased,
Inconveniently transplanted.
Begging rapid release,
But it won't be as demanded.
Like mammals of the seas,
Demise found while landed.
Its humanoid feast, by
Pain and ruin supplanted.
Post by: corncobman on March 31, 2016, 10:24:05 PM
Seems Cruel. Not Cool, Not Cool.
Leaving the monster,
It seems a bit cruel.
Final moments on shore,
For the nightmare fuel.
It will have no honour,
Of glorious battle.
Will see it no longer,
Or hear its death-rattle.
It is why Sigrun,
Became not a whaler.
No ship's helmswoman,
Or rigger or sailor.
Along the train tracks,
The trio continue.
'Ere they hit the sack,
Have to regroup the crew.
How far to the skirts,
Of the city they've been?
No rest for the hurt and
Tired Norse combat queen.
The distance no liking,
No fun for the marooned.
Two hours of hiking, please
Stop picking your wounds...
Post by: corncobman on April 02, 2016, 10:03:48 AM
Eyes Bleary, Too Weary
Long has Tuuri driven,
Only time for rest.
This time forgiven,
By the group's most best.
Time now to take five,
Or perhaps even take ten.
At least they're alive.
Don't ignore orders again.
At last, all regrouped,
Together, alright.
A long time to recoup,
Turn in for the night.
As the moon shines,
The creature marine.
For water it pines,
In its final scene.
Post by: wavewright62 on April 02, 2016, 05:42:22 PM
Pg 502
It's Stuck, Hard Luck
The hurt aquatic beast,
Desiccated and stranded.
Fluids slowly decreased,
A quick death not granted.
Ventral bloody-greased,
Inconveniently transplanted.
Begging rapid release,
But it won't be as demanded.
Like mammals of the seas,
Demise found while landed.
Its humanoid feast, by
Pain and ruin supplanted.
This one is especially evocative. "Ventral bloody-greased" is so chilling.
Post by: corncobman on April 04, 2016, 01:59:01 AM
Beast Late, Shadows Inflate
Shadows gather round,
Creature in poor health.
Reach into the downed,
Becoming one with itself.
Essence integrated,
From the sick, bloated.
Was this ill-fated,
Or has it been promoted?
Shadow grows greater,
After unlife's end.
Darkness terminator,
The amalgams wend.
Voice deathly burbles.
Shapes taken outright.
No more sounds verbal,
Slither towards light.
Post by: corncobman on April 05, 2016, 12:04:09 AM
Reynir Stirs, More Questions Than Answers
The wandering sheeper,
Opens a single peeper.
Spying a candlestick,
The magical Icelandic.
Looking down at his mutt,
Sleeping still on his gut.
Hearing echoes of voices,
He responds to the noises.
No messages get through.
He sits in a church pew.
His eyes follow the glow,
Of the corner stained-window.
Depicting a shepherd,
It's all far too weird.
Oh, what is this scene,
On the stain-glassed screen?
He then rubs his head,
Suddenly back in his bed.
The bright lights have gone,
Sandwiched like a prawn.
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I'm Only Sheeping (based on I'm Only Sleeping by the Beatles)
When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, it's still dawning
When I'm in the middle of a sleep
Hear those words, see those sheep (see those sheep)
Please, don't push me, or ambush me
Dreaming of the lambs, I'm only sheeping
Everybody seems to think I'm crazy
I don't mind, I think they're dazy
Running all outside at such a speed
Till they find shadows bleed (shadows bleed)
Please, don't spoil my night, I'm seeing lights
And after all I'm only sheeping
Sheep, glowing eyes, shepherding by the stain-glass window
Taking my time
Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sheepy feeling...
Please, don't spoil my night, I'm seeing lights
And after all I'm only sheeping
Ooh yeah
Sheep, glowing eyes, shepherding by the stain-glass window
Taking my time
When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, it's still dawning
When I'm in the middle of a dream
Sit in church, see light-beams (see light-beams)
Please, don't push me, or ambush me
Dreaming of the lambs, I'm only sheeping
Post by: corncobman on April 06, 2016, 06:26:42 AM
In Bed All Spent, In Cat-Vehicle Tent
A tiresome journey,
That seemed without end.
After twists and turns,
They're together again.
In peaceful night shade,
Sheltered in slumber.
The memory fades of
Spirits from the umbra.
A safe travel route,
Amongst grass and weeds.
After attack and pursuit,
They tend to their needs.
Together, concerting,
Sounds of the zeds.
After all their exerting,
Finally resting their heads.
So sleeps in the cat-car,
The out of commission platoon.
With substantial R & R,
They'll be back at it soon.
In this transition, in
A slice of night heaven.
After this intermission,
The next chapter, eleven.
----------------------------
Meadow We Sleep (based on Below My Feet by Mumford and Sons)
We're out cold
And the journey got old
Now we slumber after getting multi-trolled
Well we got crossed
And now we sleep
Sleep the hours and dream of sheep
When all I knew were losing all of their souls
We got lost
On the safe meadow we sleep
Away from dead shadows that creep
We've returned, the day's worn thin
Peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned
Peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned
And it was hell
I was lucky with spells
When I was saved by Onni's owl spirit shell
So all must be well
Now we recline
And the group is now all fine
So maybe they'll finally read all the signs
And all will be well
On the safe meadow we sleep
Away from death our souls we keep
Can we learn from the animal within
Oh peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned
Oh peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned
Ha-ah, ha-ah a-ah
Ha-ah, a-ah
On the safe meadow we sleep
Away from all hollows that reap
We almost burned, we nearly got done in
Oh peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned
Oh peace and quiet deserved, this rest is earned
Ha-ah, ha-ah a-ah
Ha-ah, a-ah
Ha-ah, a-ah
Ha-ah, a-ah
Post by: corncobman on April 08, 2016, 04:05:31 AM
Goodnight Mrrrr (based on Goodnight Room by Margaret Wise Brown)
In the great dark field
There was a cat-like tank
And a group inside
And the noises of
The snoring squad amplified
And there were 7 little heads, sleeping in beds
And two little kittens
And all the books written
And a little type-writer
And a fire lighter
And a comb and shampoo and a lovely hairdo
And a snoring Norse lady who was head of the crew
Goodnight mrrrr
Goodnight prrrrh
Goodnight cats, after all that's occured
Goodnight tank, and the squirrel chauffeur
Goodnight lady
Goodnight braidy, who is all astir
Goodnight kittens
And goodnight mittens
Goodnight locks
And goodnight socks
Goodnight protocol
And goodnight skald
Goodnight comb
And goodnight hair sparks
Goodnight young braidy
Goodnight Denmark
And goodnight to the Norse lady, arms full of marks
Goodnight grass
Goodnight air
Goodnight zzz's everywhere
Post by: corncobman on April 09, 2016, 08:10:54 AM
Floated, Bloated, Grass And Moss Coated
The lurking sjødraug,
Like a hidden sea mine.
Underwater orb rogue,
Bloated but benign.
Concealed like a log,
Only surface outline.
Engorged, water-sogged.
Bulged to the nines.
If it's awakened,
Surprises will spring.
The immense undertaking,
It's size challenging.
This tissue forsaken,
Like a pus-filled swelling.
Treacherous if shaken,
This gigantic thing.
Rivers and lakes in,
Like huge hydro spores.
Tough to be breaking,
If it moves on the shores.
Trapped in the making,
Hard to breach here.
Not to be mistaken,
For ferocious sea creatures...
Post by: Tr on April 12, 2016, 09:55:14 AM
In the dark and quiet Cattank
In a tight-wrapped roll of blankets
Lies the untrained mage in slumber.
There he dreams of many places,
Sees the church of lost religion,
Sees the shepherd in the corner,
Sees the bright and burning candle.
Could it be the flame that's calling
Out into the dust and silence?
Could it be a lonely spirit,
Or a human soul in danger?
Dog is sleeping, there's no danger
For the mage in this short vision.
Based on Reynir's dream on page 506.
Post by: Tr on April 12, 2016, 10:12:45 AM
Out beyond the brightened moonight
Murderghost in darkness lurking,
Taking the unlucky spirit
Of the sea-beast and transforming.
Bloated, monstrous, ghostly shadows
Following the sleepy Cattank.
Minna says "a lighter chapter."
Who among us now believes her?
Pg 505, author's comment about Lalli:
Soon, the cat-mage will awaken
From the leaves and dappled shadows
And the water in his dreamspace.
When will he return to daylight?
Or will he awake at night time,
True to his nocturnal nature?
Will his friend, the gold-haired Cleanser,
Be there waiting, there to greet him?
Also: corncobman, these are awesome!
Post by: corncobman on April 27, 2016, 12:02:16 AM
Pg 508:
Kitty found a grass island flat
Perched on the floating knoll that
It was mistaken,
Sjødraug awakened
And now it has cat for a hat
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Pg 509:
Icelandic mage with long hair
Wafting in the fine country air
Tends to a field full
Of balls of white wool
Along with her spiritual mare
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First set of 3 cards:
They'll be coming round the mountain when they come
They'll be coming round the mountain when they come
They'll be coming round the mountain, coming round the mountain
Coming round the mountain when they come
He'll be burning all the forest when he comes
He'll be burning all the forest when he comes
He'll be burning all the forest, burning all the forest
Burning all the forest when he comes
She'll be punching all the monsters when she comes
She'll be punching all the monsters when she comes
She'll be punching all the monsters, punching all the monsters
Punching all the monsters when she comes
He'll be bringing all his cattle when he comes
He'll be bringing all his cattle when he comes
He'll be bringing all his cattle, bringing all his cattle
Bringing all his cattle when he comes
They'll be coming round the mountain when they come
He'll be burning all the forest when he comes
She'll be punching all the monsters, punching all the monsters
Bringing all his cattle when he comes
A Swedish man there is alone
Seeing the forest smoke shown
Is he left to ponder
While others cleanse yonder
Or have they been with the forest both blown?
A Norwegian posse hike next
Hunting without any pretext
A lady takes the lead
To see them all bleed
While her buddies get more and more vexed
A Danish pair wander to pasture?
Expressionless face has been plastered
One carries a jug
While the other looks smug
Which is the cow and the master?
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Second set of 3 cards:
A red-headed Icelandic guy
Sitting with sheep by the by
Is this a real stream,
Or is it a dream?
Will he wake with wooly mind's eye?
The rugged Hotakainens
Family of unruly Finns
Two in canoe
One wants to eschew
Stubborn and loathe to get in
The washing folded all neat
A feline induced to unseat
With surprised tongue
The trap has been sprung
Face of a kitty in defeat
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Pg 510:
The Group Elated, Only One Hates It
The group in isolation,
The scout in the lead.
All this conversation
Makes his ears bleed.
Amongst the ruined houses,
The crew forge a path.
For what was he roused thus?
The scout stares in wrath.
The too-loud leader,
The cookie provider,
The explosion Swede-r,
And cousin, the chider.
The young of his kind,
But they're not related.
And the worst of all mind,
The idiot braided.
Post by: corncobman on April 28, 2016, 11:26:54 PM
Restoral Part, Animal At Heart
Lalli in spirit,
Collapsed in a squat.
Waiting for it,
Look what the cat brought!
After the schism,
Finally found its way.
Finished its tourism,
After going astray.
How long has passed
Since they made the split?
Now at long last,
The pieces can fit.
It's been far too long
With this wandering pain.
He's become again strong,
Made whole once again.
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Behind Cat Eyes (based on Behind Blue Eyes by The Who)
No one knows what it's like
To be exhausted
To be a hostage
Behind cat eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be tired
To be wired
When your spirit flies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have sleep, only lonely
Magic is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
But I need you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pained fatigue
Can show through
But my eyes
They aren't as empty
As my body seems to be
I have sleep, only lonely
Spirit is vengeance
That's never free
When my heart splinters, keep the pieces
Before I lose it and be a ghost
Come to me, don't release it
So that I'm no longer comatose
In the starry wintery moonlight
Here my spirit wanders close
And I'm sitting, returning Luonto
Make me whole, let me recompose
No one knows what it's like
To be a faded
To be invaded
Behind cat eyes
Post by: corncobman on May 02, 2016, 10:07:37 PM
Come Come, Oh Buddy, Oh Chum
His name is called, his eyes stir,
Lalli awakes with a Swede in his face.
From his long dream at last disturbed,
Again with his presence they all are graced,
Before he can react he's pulled by his arm,
Roused from his bed, onto his feet.
Unable to resist the cleanser's charm,
He's swept up to the others to greet.
Grabbed all forceful he's rushed out quick,
Happy to see him awaken at last.
Being manhandled, the scouting mage stick,
But something's off, wait, not so fast...
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Pg 513
Praises Praises, Understood Phrases
Lalli deemed worthy of praise,
By the captain of the bunch.
Approach with her mighty arm raised,
The mage there almost got punched.
The rest gather round,
Give him attention in turn.
Reynir has an epiphany profound,
And an unusual little self-burn.
The scout understands, he knows it all,
He doesn't need someone to translate.
Standing proud, happy, standing tall.
The powerful magic man is indeed great.
Post by: slim kittens on May 03, 2016, 08:24:07 PM
MY LUONTO
Some good ol' mindless Rock and Roll....
Courtesy of The Knack: />
Ooh, my little furry one, my furry one,
Where on earth ya been all this time, Luonto?
Ooh, you know you rev me up, you rev me up
Never get you out of my mind, Luonto
Never gonna stop, never stop, never let you go
Time to power up, power up, little dynamo
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Luonto
Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh?
Close enough to give you a hug, Luonto
If you were a real lynx, a real lynx
Somebody might make you a rug, Luonto
Never gonna stop, give it up, always do it right
With my energy, here with me, I can run all night
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Luonto
M-m-m-my Luonto
What you gonna give to me, your gift to me?
Are we gonna step out of time, Luonto?
Oh it's just a mystery, a mystery
The magic that you work in my mind, Luonto
Never gonna stop, never stop, oh I missed you so
Time to power up, power up, cause it's time to go
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Luonto
M-m-m-my Luonto
M-m-m-my Luonto
M-m-m-my Luonto
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Luonto
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Luonto
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Luonto
Post by: slim kittens on May 03, 2016, 08:25:17 PM
MY LYNX IS BACK
or
Hey you trolls, get off my lawn!
Courtesy of The Angels: />
He went away and I went to sleep
You haunted by dreams every night
And when I wouldn't come play with you
You lied that I was out of the fight
My lynx is back and you're gonna be in trouble
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
When you see us comin', better cut out on the double
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
You been spreading lies my scoutin' was through
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
So look out now 'cause we're comin' after you
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
Hey, he knows what you been tryin'
Now you're gonna get a fryin'
He's been gone for such a long time
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
Now he's back and things'll be fine
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
You're gonna be sorry you were ever spawned
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
He's not too big but he's awful strong
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
Hey, he knows that you've been sneakin'
Now you're gonna get a beatin'
You said he was gone but that was all lies
(Aah-ooh, aah-ooh)
You're a big troll now but we'll cut you down to size
(Aah-ooh, wait and see)
My lynx is back, he's gonna save the expedition
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
If I were you, I'd take a lengthy intermission
(Hey-la, hey-la, my lynx is back)
(Hey-la, my lynx is back)
(Hey-la, my lynx is back)
(Hey-la, my lynx is back)
Post by: corncobman on May 04, 2016, 05:16:58 AM
No Fawning In The Dawning
An outstretched hand,
To the light meeting.
Those adoring fans,
Only a dream fleeting.
There was no rejoice grand,
Or any pleasant greeting.
For the thin running man,
No others well treating.
Light almost blinded,
With his arm in the air.
Again he's resigned.
His thoughts are laid bare.
His joy was misaligned.
He was never there.
It was all in his mind.
He can just wordlessly stare.
Post by: corncobman on May 05, 2016, 10:25:03 PM
Faint Cough, But He's Blown Off
Lalli looks round,
No sign of the rest,
No comfort found,
He gets up and gets dressed.
No heaping of praise,
No buddy best.
Been asleep for days,
But no acceptance lest.
He approaches the door,
Faint voices are heard.
He takes to the floor,
Must have flattering words!
Not for him they adore,
This is rather absurd.
He's top cat no more,
All attention to the furred.
Post by: corncobman on May 05, 2016, 11:57:52 PM
No Acclaim, Choosing Names
Smells of food sniffed,
He sees Mikkel cook slop.
He looks quite miffed,
As he stalks off in a strop.
He's told not to stray far,
But the language gap still exists.
He bids them 'au revoir',
Will the scout be missed?
With a face like thunder,
He heads out to the woods.
One can't help but wonder,
At their carefree attitude.
While the rest debate names,
Lalli feels melancholy.
It's indeed such a shame,
The others are in such folly.
Post by: corncobman on May 08, 2016, 11:35:31 PM
They're In Luck, Scout Unstuck
Food ready to dispense,
Holding up his spoon.
Mikkel asks "To Odense?",
Before the next moon.
Before they can get far,
They need their scout cat.
By their lucky stars,
Would you look at that!
Tuuri lets the kitty down,
Leaving prints in a trail.
The world is its playground,
Bounding off, it high-tails.
The leader and the doc,
Discuss the lay of the land.
But the man in the smock,
Doesn't know much offhand.
Sound easy, pretty good,
Testing out the rough spots.
She says that they should,
He says they should not.
Lalli meanwhile is moody still.
Feeling down, he's looking away.
Solitude felt, bitterness filled.
Until, someone calls to him: "Hey."
Post by: corncobman on May 09, 2016, 11:53:06 PM
Splak! Snack Attack!
With two full bowls,
Emil approached.
He won't be consoled,
Not beyond reproach!
Without a care,
Flapping his lips.
Into his hair,
His bowl does a flip.
Stands there in shock,
With no idea why.
Soup in his locks,
Coat in brown dyed.
Finnish mage spurning,
For eating no mood.
The Swede returning,
Again covered in food.
Post by: corncobman on May 11, 2016, 12:05:20 AM
Hair Messiness, Ignorance Bliss
Sigrun requests Tuuri
To herd her scout cousin.
While Emil still dirty,
Cleans the food he's soaked in.
Attempting a deflection,
He insults Reynir's hair.
Ignorance his protection.
He's unaffected there.
Tuuri comes close,
To Lalli offering.
He turns his nose,
Until cookies she brings.
Has no such aggression
To his dear relation.
But he's still hung up on,
The old camp location.
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Rotten Kitty (based on Kickback City by Rory Gallagher)
I say this scout is petty
I say this cat ain't got no soul
I don't know what upset he
He turned over the bowls
I wasn't ready for that
This cat just covered me in soup
Something was stuck up his ass
Now I feel like poop
You say this mage is hesitant
I say this cat just fell apart
I say this scout is petulant
And he ruined my work of art
I don't know what he's feeling
Your braided hair, it don't look smart
That infernal kitty
He just broke my heart
These people are crazy
They're messy and stupid to me
Throwing their breakfast, being so reckless
No dignity, yeah
Being so lazy
Lacking in haircare, a disgrace
Hair long and braidy, thin like a lady
With a dumb face, yeah
I say this cat has lost control
I say this scout is not my friend
I tried to bring his breakfast bowl
And he shot me down instead
But I won't let it beat me
The others seem to need my help
Their hair is just a mess
I just need to dress it well
Yeah, here this blasted kitty
Feel I'm going to outgrow
Here this rotten kitty
Feel I'm going to outgrow, yeah, yeah
Post by: corncobman on May 12, 2016, 12:23:41 AM
Back To Workin', No More Lurkin'
Lalli and Tuuri both discuss,
The reasons for leaving thus.
Not ones to make such a fuss,
Dwelling on it is superfluous.
A tale of ghosts has been weaved,
It remains if the story is believed,
The scout, her cousin, now retrieved,
Back to work they turn and leave.
Finding a safe spot wasn't so hard,
All she did was throw out all regard.
Leaving the three while she made the yards,
Sigrun having picked up several more scars.
The punishment gluttony seems to be god tier.
Super eager for more, they're without fear,
Isn't that right, second Mikkel, dear?
Excellent news for Torbjörn to hear!
Post by: Róisín on May 12, 2016, 09:39:06 AM
A RUNO OF APOLOGY:
You who showed me only kindness
You who offered food and friendship
In my heartsickness and sorrow
In my pain of flesh and spirit
When I woke from cruel dreaming
With my own harsh hand I struck you.
Light the blow but deep the wounding.
From your bright eyes smile fast fading
Your broad back against me turning.
On my self that blow rebounding,
Ice and fire the look you showed me.
Now no friend will stand beside me.
Friendship once you tried to give me.
Hear my plea: will you forgive me?
Post by: Talimee on May 12, 2016, 03:59:36 PM
This arose out of a discussion in the Comments as to whether Lalli could apologise to Emil in Runo form for flipping a bowl of sludge into his face:
A RUNO OF APOLOGY:
You who showed me only kindness
You who offered food and friendship
In my heartsickness and sorrow
In my pain of flesh and spirit
When I woke from cruel dreaming
With my own harsh hand I struck you.
Light the blow but deep the wounding.
From your bright eyes smile fast fading
Your broad back against me turning.
On my self that blow rebounding,
Ice and fire the look you showed me.
Now no friend will stand beside me.
Friendship once you tried to give me.
Hear my plea: will you forgive me?
That is so beautiful! I love the style and the verse/stanza (how is it called in english?) "Now no friend will stand beside me." is striking deep into my heart.
Thank you for writing and sharing.
Post by: corncobman on May 12, 2016, 11:01:39 PM
She Has No Desire, Already Talked Prior
For use of the radio
Onni's impatient for his turn
He tells Torbjörn to go,
For conversation yearned.
Asking for dear sis,
But getting no reply.
She wants to dismiss,
Leaving him high and dry.
Tuuri finds a stand in,
Mikkel to the fore.
Leaving them to begin
Their work to explore.
Ever the diplomat,
Mikkel begins contact.
But he lets it slip that,
He's only there to distract.
Post by: corncobman on May 16, 2016, 12:13:35 AM
They Can Converse, For Better Or Worse
Onni falls silent,
Cat got his tongue.
Mikkel just content,
To keep him high strung.
With his face smug,
He just talks on and on.
His conversation chugs,
While Onni gets withdrawn.
Then a sudden tap,
On the top of his head.
The red-headed chap,
He wants to talk instead.
Can he not wait for,
This talk quite one-sided?
Neither riveting nor,
A conversation provided.
A familiar voice
Onni heard him nearby.
Reynir can rejoice,
They got a good reply.
Post by: corncobman on May 16, 2016, 10:27:58 PM
No Memory Problem, How About Him?
Mikkel passes the headphones across.
Reynir's reaction is overjoyed.
Onni doesn't suffer from memory loss.
He was hoping to have a word with the boy.
Onni hears silence and there's a lull.
Did the radio just turn off again?
Reynir just thinks his accent is special.
The insult he could barely contain.
Onni's patience is by now wearing thin,
Did he even have a question anyway?
He thinks for a moment, scratching his chin,
"Oh, yes!" and on the next page he'll say.
Post by: corncobman on May 18, 2016, 12:28:45 AM
What's The Story? Don't Say Sorry!
Reynir thanks Onni for saving his skin,
He then refers to the attacking ghosts.
Alas, he doesn't know them, the elder Finn.
He's never before met spirits like those.
Meanwhile behind, a kitty discontent.
Being mishandled by three unruly kids.
Bows and petticoat, the cat does resent.
Plain is the fury on the white feline lids.
Asking for theories, Reynir has none.
He doesn't know, which is why he asked.
Never been trained, green-horned one.
Only familiar with sheep farming tasks.
These are disappointing revelations of his,
Just a novice without magical clout.
Stop saying sorry, annoying, that is.
He can still be useful and figure them out.
Post by: corncobman on May 19, 2016, 12:07:15 AM
Interesting Chat, Should Have Led With That
Of a rogue natural thing,
These spirits possibly.
Common surrounding
Ones like air and trees,
Animals and mist.
But something maligned.
Can you sense they exist,
The natural kind?
Reynir answers no,
Perhaps not that sort.
He was far too slow,
With his sick room report.
Should've mentioned that first.
They were human in origin.
Old world patients nursed,
Skeletons with dust for skin.
Post by: corncobman on May 19, 2016, 11:46:39 PM
Anything He Can Do? He Wants To Learn Too!
Is this knowledge,
Helpful in some way?
Will it give them the edge?
Onni says maybe not, nay.
Human souls thorny,
With emotions filled.
From frustration born, they
Can get angry, grow ill.
Some info is needed,
Their past lives to guide.
To afterlife proceed,
Forth to the other side.
No humanity remained,
All memory bereft.
Nearly century pained,
No path for them left.
Keep your distance,
If you see, keep clear.
Move if they advance,
Don't let them get near.
A few spells to mentor,
But only to Lalli.
Keep them hesitant for
At least some degree.
Reynir wants to help,
Can he learn the same stuff?
Oh...no. The young whelp,
Is not Finnish enough...
Post by: corncobman on May 22, 2016, 11:08:46 PM
His Gods Unclear, Poor Sod Reynir
Onni knows not the lingo,
To reach Reynir's deities.
Only Finnish gods he knows,
To heed his magical pleas.
Reynir doesn't know runes,
He doesn't want to offend.
With his gods can't commune,
He's reached a dead end.
The Icelandic man downbeat.
He can only blindly pray.
Reynir concedes defeat.
Oh well, "Thanks anyway."
Finished the map reading,
They now have time to talk.
Only Lalli is needing to
Speak with old owl-hawk.
Lalli in ashamed mood,
His sideways glancing eye.
Pulling up tight his hood,
As the scout passes by.
Emil can't read his mask,
He watches. "Seriously,
To his cousin, he asks.
"What's his problem with me?"
Post by: corncobman on May 23, 2016, 10:20:07 PM
Leave Him To Stew? This Will Not Do
Emil asks Tuuri and wants to confirm.
Why can't the two just get along?
She wonders if they are on bad terms.
As far as he knows, he's done nothing wrong.
Can Tuuri please ask? She can only try.
But the chances are he'll never answer.
Just leave him be and it'll pass by,
Forget his bad mood, the Finnish cat-mancer.
Sometimes a few months, he won't hold a grudge.
So maybe try to just leave Lalli alone.
She knows him best, perhaps the best judge,
This behaviour, the Swede will never condone.
If it were Emil, he'd get angrier more.
He won't be the one to ignore the thin scout.
Then the sole Icelandic walks through the door,
Looking like his wind has all been knocked out.
Post by: corncobman on May 24, 2016, 11:14:49 PM
What's He Saying? Apparently Praying
Reynir beseeches,
The beings upstairs.
Hoping it reaches, to
Gain good luck of theirs.
Most awkward is he,
Doesn't know what to say.
Bless you? No bless me!
Stumbling to pray.
This looks so absurd,
His fumbling, reaching out.
Sigrun stares afterwards.
What was that all about?
Praying to the beyond,
You folks do that, so did he.
Perhaps the gods'll respond,
If nothing else, out of pity.
Post by: corncobman on May 25, 2016, 10:43:10 PM
Pre-scouting Aerobics, Animals Look Phobic
Don't be wimp Reynir,
Gods hate people that.
They like those without fear,
So stop being a door mat.
Mikkel will pass it on,
Will most certainly.
To the Icelandic moron,
With hair strawberry.
As Sigrun enters back,
Scout's presence, they're graced.
Getting ready to track,
Stretch arms, legs and waist.
As ground touches finger tips,
Scattering critters scurry.
Birds through the air rip,
His eyes and face start to worry.
Post by: corncobman on May 26, 2016, 10:47:50 PM
Dashes And Darts, Proficient Scout Arts
The scout departs,
Into the trees.
Watching as he darts,
Noting what he sees.
Dashing at pace,
Past shrub and brook.
To find any place,
Containing old books.
Quickly a speck,
As he races speedy.
At call and beck, of
Raiders and thieves greedy.
Clearing his route,
With artful gloved hands.
Alone, as it suits,
Getting on with the plan.
Past trees growing thickly,
With well-practised skill.
Now walking briskly.
Onto a clear part downhill.
Does he the elder heed,
Learnt protective blessings?
Let's hope there's no need,
While he's forth progressing.
Post by: corncobman on May 29, 2016, 11:22:10 PM
Perspective Wide, Making Strides
Highway deserted
Horizon beauteous
Scout introverted
Walking duteous
Vehicle behind
On downward slide
There to remind
Continue to guide
Pathfinder stalwart
Primary vanguard
Speed is his art
Feet make the yards
Leap and a hop
Onto the dirt
No time to stop
Continue onward
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I Can't Get No Catisfaction
(based on I Can't Get No Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones)
I can't get no catisfaction
I can't get no catisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no
When I'm scoutin' on the road
Forgettin about all the all my woes
And these places are unexplored
Don't need no bad communication
I need to deal with my frustration
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no catisfaction
I can't get no catisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no
When I'm watchin' up ahead
Where no others go dare to tread
Nothing needs to be said
But he can't be a friend 'cause he doesn't eat
The same old cookies as me
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no catisfaction
I don't want no interaction
Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no
I can't get no
When I'm running down the path
Now I'm seein' this and I'm markin' that
And I'm tryin' to do my work
Jump and slide ahead of the cat-tank down the bank
And when it's over I'll get no thanks
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no, I can't get no
I can't get no catisfaction
No catisfaction, no catisfaction, no catisfaction
Post by: corncobman on May 30, 2016, 11:39:01 PM
Can't Understand That, Featureless, Flat
Inside the vehicle
Discussing the landscape.
Horizon flat, soulless, dull.
It's a disturbing shape.
Flat land that's fertile.
Farmers highly valued.
Sigrun can't reconcile,
She doesn't grow any food.
It's hard to defend,
The featureless plains.
She can't comprehend,
With her warrior-like brain.
How long is this journey?
She asks the Finn chauffeur.
Mostly big roads foresee.
A couple of cities detour.
The bridge should be there,
According to reports naval.
A quick trip, few days fare.
She'll try as best as she's able.
Post by: corncobman on May 31, 2016, 11:15:00 PM
Surreptitious Set, Squirrel Secret
Travelling on,
'Till they make a stop.
When the day's done,
Mikkel fires up some slop.
Stove on the fire.
Charcoal wood burned.
Throw in meat acquired,
When Mikkel's back turned.
As it cooks through,
The hearty smells rise.
Checking the stew,
Secret squirrel surprise!
Back in it goes,
Stir suspiciously.
What they don't know
Won't kill 'em, you see...
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Cat Man Stew (based on Xanadu by Rush)
To throw in little squirrel and
To make the stew taste nice
To give some meat to feed the crew
And give the lunch a little spice
I had hunted in the woods for animals to eat
The squirrel from the tree
The cook didn't see, he had no clue
I killed the little critter dead and to the pot was thrown
Danish man unknown
Didn't know he got
Cat man stew
Cat man stew...
Improve this melted candle slop
Not fit for feline man
I fix the stew to have some bite
It's a brilliant plan
To throw in little squirrel and
To make the stew taste nice
To give some meat to feed the crew
And give the lunch a squirrel surprise
Too many days have come and gone and time has come to dine
Making dinner fine
All these crackers dry, aren't fit to chew
Even though they aren't my friends, I will do what's right
Making luncheon right
Delicious full pot of
Cat man stew
Cat man stew...
Improved this melted candle slop
Not fit for feline man
I fixed the stew to have some bite
Wasn't that a brilliant plan?
I threw in little squirrel and
I made the stew taste nice
I gave some meat to feed the crew
And gave the meal a squirrel surprise
I did a sacrifice
Post by: corncobman on June 02, 2016, 10:49:58 PM
Burning Begun, Go Mikkel Run!
The days rolling on.
Lalli keeps isolated.
There's no liason.
Swede friend frustrated.
Multiple stacks,
Books pile up high.
Deep in the back,
An endless supply.
Vehicle giving off smoke,
Too many collisions?
Taking a poke with
Her tools and provisions.
Kitty keeps playing,
As days turn to weeks.
Snow and pools straying,
More adventures it seeks.
Now the engine's on fire,
Need water bucket thrown.
Does it have to retire,
Do they have to walk home?
Post by: corncobman on June 06, 2016, 01:28:27 AM
Crossing States, Grossling Dates
Crossing the cat tank,
Bridge made of stone.
Like on a gangplank,
Across vast ocean alone.
A bleak house distant,
A group of silhouettes,
Nothing if not persistent,
The ghosts still follow yet...
As day falls to dark,
They appear in concert.
To leave their death mark,
On more flesh to distort.
In a dark corner remote,
From a gross meat hillock,
An undead horse or goat,
Emerges from the dead stock.
Casting a dark glance,
The beast turns its head.
There, making an entrance,
Some other thing of dread.
Unholy light it bleeds,
Glowing foul in the gloom.
Looking for a steed,
Or its flesh to consume?
Post by: corncobman on June 06, 2016, 11:15:49 PM
Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
Take the flesh as if by force
Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
The evil hands will run their course
Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
Taking souls with no remorse
Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
From the ether, demon source
Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
Ever seeking spirit force
Handsy Horse, Handsy Horse
You cannot stop the Handsy Horse
-----------------------------
Hands As Hooves, New And Improved
As if like vapour,
The spirit trails,
Stretch and taper,
Leeching assail.
Drawing back,
Shape of horse.
In this mind jack,
Combine in force.
Pattern shift,
Purpose gained.
Deadly swift,
Like fury reined.
Symbiosis grim,
One as two.
Hands as limbs,
To chase anew.
Post by: corncobman on June 08, 2016, 01:48:01 AM
Much Longer Haul Than I Do Recall
Fast forward to the future,
A couple of weeks elapsed.
Tuuri is much less assured,
Her estimates have collapsed.
Sitting outside on the bonnet,
Amongst the countryside.
Where are they? Doggonnit!
Taken on a wild goose ride!
Mikkel getting ever so smug,
Reminds her of her projection.
Now that the grave's been dug,
She somehow has no recollection.
She's just reading her map,
It doesn't make sense.
There is always a large gap,
Between knowledge and experience.
Post by: corncobman on June 09, 2016, 09:00:33 AM
Books Inside Ma'am, Blasting Door Jam
On the horizon breaking.
Spot the town, distantly.
There for the taking.
Arrival, finally!
Not window shopping,
More of a burglary.
Burning fuel dropping,
For doorway surgery.
Now light the fuse,
Walk away a few paces.
Ere their eyebrows they lose,
Blowing up in their faces.
A safe distance sought,
As it continues to fizz.
Let's hope he did not,
Fill too much liquid of his...
Post by: corncobman on June 09, 2016, 10:24:07 PM
Shattering Strike Hits, She Still Likes It!
The building blows its top,
In an earth-shattering kra-koom!
Emil's bomb has been dropped.
He's just cleared the room.
The soot's in his face,
A dirty layer lined.
Sigrun thinks it's ace.
Thumb's up from behind.
Wiping with his hand,
As the grime is removed.
This wasn't what was planned,
But leader still approves.
Meanwhile, separation,
The scout walks solo.
Far from the detonation,
As the distant building goes.
----------------------------
Kra-Kaboom (based on Cherry Bomb by The Runaways)
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school
My folks say, ya poor little fool
Down the street, I'm the one who cares
I'm the Swede with the smokin hair
Hello Cap'n, goodbye room
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Hello sky I'm your wild guy
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Stone age world and strange sounds too
Come on baby let me burn to you
Bad sights cause'n teenage blues
Get down ladies I've got a burning fuse
Hello Cap'n, goodbye room
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Hello sky I'm your wild guy
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Hello Cap'n, goodbye room
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Hello sky I'm your wild guy
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Hey cat boy, what's your beef?
Don't unfriend me, I'm the fire chief
Won't run out, I've got plenty more
Just dive, just dive on the floor
Hello Cap'n, goodbye room
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Hello sky I'm your wild guy
I'm your k k k k k kra-kaboom
Kra-kaboom
Kra-kaboom
Kra-kaboom
Kra-kaboom
Post by: corncobman on June 12, 2016, 11:57:43 PM
Seeing Thin Scout, Look Within, Without
The scout sees the sights
Of the weird Danish town.
Peering left and right,
Staring up and down.
Glancing as he marches,
Through crannies, through nooks.
In windows, through arches,
The cat can't resist a look.
No niches neglecting,
Nobody, not impressed.
No novels, nothing,
Nosy, nonetheless.
He notices the pair,
Leader and the bombshell blonde.
Meeting up with them there.
Like three ducks in a pond.
Post by: corncobman on June 13, 2016, 11:35:36 PM
Scout Unsung, Cat Has The Tongues
Lalli pensive in thought,
Opens his mouth, hesitating.
The communication is sought.
Then Swedish words dictating.
Somewhat smiling to say,
"No danger." s'all he needs.
Pointing the way,
To somewhere he leads.
At a building he stops.
To the window he directs.
An old antiques shop?
With valuable objects?
Post by: corncobman on June 14, 2016, 10:47:04 PM
Nice Find Twig Chap, Give A Light Tap
Curious looks,
Inside the glass.
Stacks of old books,
This shop amassed.
Wide grins all round,
Except for one.
Valued knowledge found
Will be worth a ton!
Need reinforcements
To carry that clutter.
Nice find, time well spent.
Twigs knows not what's uttered.
Sigrun leaves them be,
The stick-man and the Swede.
Emil pokes lightly,
So force doesn't exceed.
-------------------------
Swedish Word Stream
(based on Moonage Daydream by David Bowie)
I'm a burninator
I'm a Swedish cleanser bombing for you
I'm a detonator
I'll be a cookie giving buddy for you
Finnish scout but,
It's surprising from what I heard
When you uttered those two Swedish words
Keep your 'lectric eye on me, mage
Let me style your feline head
Press your brofist close to mine, bud
Freak out on a Swedish word stream, oh yeah!
Don't sweat it, Lalli
Lay your troubles on me
The church of man-hugs
Is such a lovely place to be
Make me happy
Make me know you really care
Make me jump into the air
Keep your 'lectric eye on me, mage
Let me style your feline head
Press your brofist close to mine, bud
Freak out on a Swedish word stream, oh yeah!
Keep your 'lectric eye on me, mage
Let me style your feline head
Press your brofist close to mine, bud
Freak out on a Swedish word stream, oh yeah!
Freak out, far out, in out
Post by: corncobman on June 15, 2016, 10:40:56 PM
Nonsense Released, Stop. Just Cease
From Emil's mouth,
Just empty noise.
Conversation's gone south,
Made Lalli annoyed.
Pushed his mouth shut,
And just walked away.
No interest in what
The Swede had to say.
Meanwhile Sigrun's,
Back with the farmer.
Likes the muscled one.
Oh, what a charmer!
Likes the way he can
Do the job of three.
Will he agree to the plan?
We'll just wait and see...
Post by: corncobman on June 16, 2016, 10:15:46 PM
Scrawls Random, Don't Understand Them
He's good at muscles.
Don't need much else.
Sigrun works her hustle.
He buys what she sells.
Reynir passing runes,
Scrawled on paper sheets.
Will it be bane or a boon,
From the emergency meat?
Lalli pockets,
As soon as he sees.
Eyes out of sockets,
He has some expertise...
Emil with frown stuffs
His pocket without quibble.
Disbelieves his clown bluffs
And his random scribbles...
Post by: corncobman on June 19, 2016, 10:50:25 PM
Mikkel Does Mock It, Cat Out Of Pocket
Just paper decorations,
Mikkel's rather skeptical.
Mocking his creations,
Smiling at the spectacle.
Sigrun admires his dedication,
But from her perspective,
It requires blood donations,
To make them effective.
Reynir won't be bloodletting.
It is all rather gross.
The thought is upsetting,
Even if the gods like it most...
The grown kitty, meanwhile,
Upon the step is perched.
Moving around freestyle,
Following in their search.
Post by: corncobman on June 21, 2016, 02:17:46 AM
Taking A Peek In Shop Of Antiques
Cat-scout stands at attention,
In the room, looks pretty miffed.
Objects beyond all comprehension.
Lying there for them to shoplift.
Kitty looks back at Tuuri's entrance,
Holding her camera to take lots of snaps.
Happiness plain on her fair countenance,
Safe in the knowledge of old, perhaps?
Seeing there the collection of riches,
Sigrun and Mikkel give a high-five
Smiles and grins, light fingered itches.
A treasure-trove, this antiques archive.
Post by: corncobman on June 22, 2016, 12:35:31 AM
World Is A Ball, Should Just Change Them All
Now Emil asks Tuuri again,
How to say in Finnish: 'good job'.
Tuuri suggests to use a pen.
He refuses, the haughty snob.
Tuuri relays what Emil intended,
He reacts little, Lalli already knew.
More important things attended,
What's this thing, shiny and blue?
At it Lalli staring with intent.
A spherical object, large in size.
The round world the globe represents.
He felt it, makes sense in his eyes.
But if the whole world is curved,
Why are all of their other maps flat?
Round maps they should've been served.
Too misleading for the Finn scouting cat.
Post by: corncobman on June 23, 2016, 09:00:05 AM
The happy group,
Book gathering.
In a fell swoop,
While kitty sings.
Open for a look,
One of those strewn.
This particular book,
Of oddly shaped runes.
The language within,
Emil thinks he knows.
It begins with 'Chin'
But not really close...
Wrong is the skald Finn,
Is just not correct.
Mikkel too, Mandarin
Is the spoken dialect.
Also a citrus fruit yes,
Sigrun is quite right.
Like lemon depressed,
Committing suicide.
Post by: corncobman on June 24, 2016, 12:41:17 AM
Remote Mountains Skies, No Reason For Otherwise
Tuuri full of hope,
For survivors stray.
Sigrun says nope,
No mountains like Norway.
No islands or forests,
For those poor, poor sods.
No escape way possessed,
So what are the odds?
Other countries might,
Have mountains and all.
And survivors in spite,
Of Sigruns doubtful call.
Tuuri points to a picture,
Of remote misty mountains.
So how can she be sure,
Can Sigrun be so certain?
She asks the near medic,
Is that place that exists?
No reason it's a trick,
And for it to be dismissed.
Post by: corncobman on June 26, 2016, 11:07:02 PM
Too Far Apart, Wonderful Art
Mikkel and Sigrun discuss
The survival possibilities.
But at the rate that they bus,
It would take an eternity.
Just travelling ten years,
Such a roundabout trip.
Far side of the world, they fear,
So they just decide to skip.
In another part, meanwhile.
A braided man, young at heart.
Looking round with a smile,
At bunnies, cats and other art.
Reynir scans the shop,
With a keen Icelandic eye.
Then his exploration stops,
A particular book beckons nigh...
Post by: corncobman on June 28, 2016, 06:57:34 AM
Picture No More, Now On The Floor
Reynir sees a panel,
Of framed inlaid glass.
He lifts, it turns out ill.
The picture crumbles, alas.
Before he can ask Mikkel,
It breaks into shards.
The frame broken, swell.
Did he press it too hard?
Mikkel forces him to release.
They're now nothing much.
Just broken glass pieces,
He was told not to touch.
They've taken their fill.
Perhaps even more than.
A lost picture dismantled.
And a shattered braid man.
Post by: corncobman on June 29, 2016, 12:38:43 AM
Past The Fence, To Odense
The medic and leader,
Discuss their latest haul.
They'll be proud indeed there,
And get praised by them all.
A most best vacation,
Sigrun will miss this.
Not yet in a summation,
Too early to reminisce.
In front of a road sign,
A yawning cat, so tired.
Now time for him to recline.
Having done all that's required.
The others do laundry,
While he wearily leans.
On a line all and sundry,
Mikkel hangs, Reynir cleans.
Post by: corncobman on June 30, 2016, 03:04:49 AM
Done All Required, Homesick And Tired.
Lalli looks out,
Hand on his neck.
Hears a loud shout,
And turns to check.
"Do you need anything
Before you go?"
Tuuri asking,
His face saying no.
As for questions,
He has only one.
Longing expression,
Homesick. He's done.
He says he's fine.
Taken enough tomes.
Now is the time, he
Just wants to go home.
Post by: corncobman on July 01, 2016, 06:03:46 AM
Dreaming Hick, A Familiar Lick
Their mission successful,
Met their job conditions.
They'll get on a vessel,
Sent by Trond's commission.
On this one final stop,
Then they can get collected.
A quick seaward hop.
Done a good job, as expected.
Tuuri then waves him on,
To do his night task.
'Till the break of dawn,
The others can relax.
Inside, Reynir leans back,
Dreaming, off with a smile.
A familiar tongue smack,
"Oh, hi. It's been a while."
Post by: corncobman on July 03, 2016, 10:54:21 PM
Staring, Chill, Just Standing Still
Reynir in dream,
Gives doggy a pet.
Both smiling beams,
Hello again, well met.
"Did you want to show
Me something again?"
Far doors and windows,
On the other plane.
Asking the hound,
Another vision there?
What's there to be found?
Doggy seems not to care.
Wagging responder,
With butt-pats, unshook.
Gazing off yonder,
With a questioning look...
Post by: corncobman on July 05, 2016, 02:36:52 AM
Nothing Here, Now Disappear!
Reynir picks up the hound,
Up off of the ground,
Carrying doggy around,
To see what he found.
Carried, dogs bane,
Across the planes,
Canine untrained,
So unentertained.
Through portal peer,
What have we here?
Scratching his ear,
Then hound shows his rear.
Setting him down,
This mistaken clown.
And now his hound's
Back homeward bound.
Post by: corncobman on July 05, 2016, 10:58:45 PM
Off Puppy Minced, Still Unconvinced
Away puppy prances,
Happily dances,
Spurning advances.
No second chances.
Reynir left fuming,
No talk resuming.
Exploration looming.
Building unassuming.
Won't go it alone,
His spirit disowned.
Misfortune, bemoan.
Doggy, throw him a bone!
Loathe to go on,
Going over yon.
Finnish cat gone,
On this empty pond.
The Icelandic checks,
Vacant wood decks.
Reynir's perplexed.
What to do next?
Post by: corncobman on July 07, 2016, 12:10:04 AM
Reynir Released, He Will Have No Piece
Reynir thinking,
In fog enshrouded.
Heart is sinking,
His mind is clouded.
Then gets an idea,
Shrugging his arms.
Others in absentia,
Oh, what's the harm?
Boldness regained,
He heads out to see.
Crossing domains,
To bother Onni.
Old mage in fleece,
A sheepskin cloak.
Sleeping in peace,
Let's give him a poke!
Post by: corncobman on July 07, 2016, 11:55:29 PM
Told Him, Didn't He? No, Just Lalli
"Do you remember?"
Onni looks shocked.
Intruder entered,
His peace is rocked.
"Yes! For the fifth time!"
He remembers Reynir.
"I told you, didn't I,
Not to come here!"
Reynir looks baffled,
"I don't think you did."
Onni's unravelled, he
Told the other kid.
Lost was the order, by
The scout who just sleeps.
Now crossed the border,
The tender of sheeps.
----------------------
Did I Tell You Not To Come
(based on Mama Told Me Not To Come lyrics by Randy Newman)
Reynir poked me, why I outta...
That stupid Braidy
What's all these crazy questions he's askin' me?
Why couldn't you just stay away and let Onni be
I can distinctly remember telling thee
Did I tell you not to come?
Did I tell you not to come?
Must have told the other one, no
Sleeping by the water, let no-one into this place
And now the stupid foreign kid is all up in my face
Now that Icelandic fool bumbled uninvited here
I wish my magic could just make him disappear
Did I tell you not to come?
Did I tell you not to come?
Must have told the other one, son
Must have told the other one, son
The braided one is here now, Reynir interrupts my dream
I'm looking at the doofus - I only wanna scream
I seen so many things I ain't never seen before
Don't know what it is - he's not welcome any more
Did I tell you not to come?
Did I tell you not to come?
Oh no, must have told the other one, son
Must have told the other one, no
Must have told the other one, no
Must have told the other one, son
Must have told the other one, no
Must have told the other one, son
Must have told the other one, no
Must have told the other one, son
Must have told the other one, no
Must have told the other one, son
Post by: corncobman on July 10, 2016, 11:22:20 PM
Doofus With Your Hair In Braids
(based on Daughter Of The Everglades by Rory Gallagher)
Were you taught by a monkey
Down in the silent land?
Where the air is dark and sinister
In the night there's no safe place to stand
Of your magic though I can't speak
Visions I can't understand
The buildings empty there you say?
Just don't leave your land
Doofus with your hair in braids
I thought I made it clear
Doofus with your hair in braids
To never come in here
Weird vision giver
Your safe space you adhere
Well you sound like a madman
You have just destroyed my calm
Learn to listen or make do
You're not as knowing
Or as careful as I am
In this place there is no law
The spirits make all the rules
What they are, you'll find out
When they come to look for you
Doofus with your hair in braids
Why did you come in here?
Doofus with your hair in braids
My calm has turned to fear
I cannot deliver
I just hope they don't appear
Well you look full of pity
But you're something of a seer
You're annoying, braidy
You should listen to your peers
So far from your safety
Down in the silent land
Your Icelandic magic
I can never understand
Just go back to your Iceland
And leave me well alone
When the spirits come just don't cry
When you're turned to skin and bones
Well you speak of your visions
You're shouting so firm and loud
You shouldn't make such decisions
When your sight's in such a cloud
Doofus with your hair in braids
Why are you cavalier?
Doofus with your hair in braids
The sum of all my fears
My patience on a sliver
I wish you'd disappear
Doofus with your hair in braids
My wisdom serves me here
Doofus with your hair in braids
Your magic's not so clear
Stand or deliver
I just wish you'd disappear
--------------------------
Visions Of Lore, I Will Not Ignore
You need my help?
Use the radio, please.
Annoying young whelp,
You're bothering me.
A weird empty place,
My dog doesn't care.
I'm not afraid,
Just go with me there.
Whatever it may be,
Just leave it alone.
Spare me from your plea,
Go back to your home.
Leave it, I will not
I saw visions before.
A meaning they brought,
And I will not ignore.
What if it's a warning,
Of some danger unimagined?
We'll die, you'll be mourning.
Do you want that to happen?
Post by: corncobman on July 13, 2016, 02:14:02 AM
Not Afraid, Catch The Braid
Onni at last agrees,
Somewhat begrudging.
"Great follow me!"
Behind Reynir, trudging.
Into yonder haze,
Past the water pools.
At the edge stop and gaze,
Loathe to follow the fool.
Hesitant at the edge,
In facing his fears.
Balking at the stretch,
This mental frontier.
It's now life or death.
"Come on!" - he's too slow.
Taking a deep breath, he
Has to suck it up and go.
Post by: corncobman on July 15, 2016, 05:09:45 AM
Panic Attack, Shoved In The Back
Onni frowns,
Fear to drown?
Coming back the redhead clown.
Stubborn seer,
Won't leave here,
Will not traverse his own frontier.
Travel blocked,
Stands on hocks,
Reynir shoves as Onni balks.
As he slides,
Will not abide,
Pulls away, he has his pride.
Hand on hood,
Frightened mood,
Into weird foreign neighbourhood.
Have to go,
Now in tow,
Better all be worth it, though...
Post by: corncobman on July 18, 2016, 03:03:06 AM
Let Your Eyes Feast, Mage Not A Priest
The mismatched pair
Cross the threshold.
What have they there,
Bright, shining, untold?
Wooden ceiling beams,
Pillars of wood too.
This building of dreams,
What's this place to you?
A sight for eyes sore,
Into this strange place led.
Reflective stone floor,
A structure at the head,
Several benches to sit,
Many rows upon rows.
A hall glowingly lit,
What does Onni suppose?
Post by: corncobman on July 20, 2016, 09:05:21 AM
That Place Of Prayer, Onni Wants Outta There
This place Onni knows,
Temple of the gods old.
Places of worship arose,
In nations manifold.
You must have chanced,
Upon one of them before.
He did, but a mere glance.
Never went in to explore.
Why did this place appear?
This mystery vision.
No meaning to Onni here.
No point in staying within.
As Onni calls upon,
Reynir to abandon.
Braidy's eyes are drawn
Toward something random.
Post by: corncobman on July 22, 2016, 06:04:43 AM
Pull The Fool
Enters the vision,
Staring, dignified.
Lady on a mission,
Or something besides?
Wave to the lady,
Reynir saying "hello".
Onni turns to the braidy,
Suddenly pulls Reynir fro.
The sheepherder's pulled,
With all of one's might.
Onni won't be fooled,
He knows all is not right.
Post by: corncobman on July 26, 2016, 03:15:03 PM
Your Eyes Must Avert, Can't Help But Blurt
Onni tells Reynir to avert his eyes,
Using his hands to improvise,
Odd behaviour thus given rise,
Lady unimpressed with this disguise.
Gives greeting to them, the stranger,
At first look there is no danger.
Is this a ruse, a body changer,
Or is Onni mistaken in her nature?
Covering their eyes now to counteract.
"Who are you?" Asks the lady in black,
They both look silly, to this way react.
Reynir can't help but answer her back.
Reynir responds with "Hi, we're just-"
He's cut off by Onni, full of distrust.
Follows not the lead that they discussed.
To stop Reynir talking, his mouth needs to be bust...
Post by: corncobman on July 27, 2016, 05:04:23 AM
A Death Declared, She's Well Aware
Onni still hides his
Eyes with his gloves.
Trying to guide,
The lady thereof.
Asking her name,
So she can be at rest.
She wants not the same,
The black dressed guest.
She has no intention
Of leaving quite yet.
No misapprehension,
She knows her demise met.
Onni impatiently said,
Trying to end this affair:
"Look lady, you're dead."
But she says "I'm well aware."
Post by: corncobman on July 29, 2016, 02:15:57 PM
Faith Unbroken, For So Long Not Spoken
Sticking around is
No good for the soul.
Hell on earth bound,
With no reason or role.
Her faith protects thus,
His help is dismissed.
She has a purpose,
But unknown what it is.
Reynir is transfixed,
By the situation at hand.
His feelings are mixed,
In this strange dreamland.
Onni wants to go on,
No reason to stay.
But she wants to liason,
For so long, no parley.
Post by: corncobman on August 01, 2016, 04:20:20 AM
Seems Hearty, Tea Party
Onni looking mad,
While Reynir glances.
Any escape they had, well,
They lost their chances.
Lady leads the way,
While they both stare.
Is Onni afraid,
Or is he prepared?
Tea, coffee, cakes,
And sugar lumps.
Reynir happy to take,
While Onni has the humps.
Post by: corncobman on August 02, 2016, 08:47:30 AM
Taking Some Laps, Filling In Gaps
What does Onni think?
The lady he'd whoop.
Reynir wants to drink,
The cup of weird soup.
This spirit's not mighty,
He'd win on his own.
So enjoy this high tea,
And maybe a scone.
She's been here for years,
Unknown exactly how long.
Using caution, no fears,
Onni's sufficiently strong.
She died from disease,
Can't quite recall well.
Fuzzy her memories,
Long after her death knell.
Reynir laps it up,
The drink from his host.
This hot soup in his cup,
It tastes rather gross!
Being stuck here like this.
Boy, it sure must suck.
His guess is amiss.
Child, she isn't stuck.
Post by: corncobman on August 03, 2016, 01:26:02 AM
Similar Jobs, Helping Poor Mobs
Her path is clear, She
Can leave when she pleases.
But she remains here
To help others find Jesus.
She was a spirit guide too,
Of a kind at least.
Helping lost souls through,
Akin to a female priest.
The two here however,
Are in no need of such aid.
One Icelandic mage blether,
The other, the forest made.
Both men living still,
So no need of a guide.
But if looks could kill,
Would she convert to her side?
Post by: corncobman on August 03, 2016, 11:37:10 PM
Reynir Entreats, While Onni Eats
The rag the two chew,
While Onni shovels cake.
Sad spirits pursue.
Yet more Onni takes...
The ghosts could be led
To the church goer bygone.
She will help the redhead.
While Onni shovels on...
The church of this nun,
Location is called for.
Having finished his one,
Onni still spoons some more...
No more words to say,
While he stuffs his face.
Now that's out of the way,
He'll eat through this place.
Post by: corncobman on August 05, 2016, 03:48:35 AM
Air Red, There Dead
A struggle mental,
She's forced to endure.
A shift transcendental,
The scenes start to blur.
Can't remember really,
As she clutches her head.
Uncomfortable feeling,
It's all swathed in red.
Glimpsed fate of mater's,
Taken out of a space.
Medicinal containers,
But no hope for this case.
A reminder of last moments,
Someone carried out.
A showing of past portents.
The cause of her doubt.
Distant echoes shown somehow,
Memories all but erased.
The location is lost now.
Scene snaps back to place.
Post by: corncobman on August 07, 2016, 10:28:37 PM
Memory Decay, Named Only 'A'.
No location procured,
Coming up nil.
But they will find her,
Correction - he will.
Asking her name,
Of that, can't even say.
Only the first letter came.
Even doubtful it's 'A'.
Whatever it was,
Sounds nice, he believes.
She agrees, so she does,
But now it's time to leave.
Post by: Rhynerd on August 08, 2016, 09:06:26 AM
Two Weeks By Grizzly Bear, modified for SSSS:
Filling false medbays,
This hospice we made.
Our goal is simply:
To keep the rash at bay.
I'll be logging,
As the time flies.
I'll keep healing,
They'll be fine.
Red among the grays,
This bar is a maze.
Gets worse every day,
And now they pass away.
One other has died.
Quarter left alive
Dear god, one's turning!
Quick keep the troll at bay!
I keep logging.
As the sores rise.
It's not easy,
Watch them die.
No more logging,
They have all died
More are turning,
Will we die?
Hurry!
Block lines!
This way!
Hide!
Post by: Rhynerd on August 08, 2016, 09:46:37 AM
Here is the first draft:
Spoiler: show
Here is the second:
Spoiler: show
And here's the Genesis of both (hyperlinks are provided to each page used as inspiration):
Spoiler: show
Post by: Róisín on August 08, 2016, 10:19:40 AM
Post by: Rhynerd on August 08, 2016, 09:01:16 PM
Post by: Rhynerd on August 09, 2016, 12:25:48 AM
This one's from page 276:
Quote
Heck, let's see if I can do what I did with the same to One More Last Song by Kaiser Chiefs the same thing I did to Two Weeks yesterday!
One More Last Page:
Trolls and ice,
Keep on cleansing,
cats in training
Hold the line!
Close the case,
see the funding,
what can we lessen?
Yes, the lives!
Don't ask for any more
Go grab anyone,
I promise the council,
We'll work with what we can,
(And get some good books!)
More give us more, we want more, ay, ay, ay
Everybody wait another week
More give us more, we want more, ay, ay, ay
Everybody push on right through the break.
Two from Ice,
And then Emil,
Scouts and Skalds
Trains on time!
All's arrived,
load the tank,
break it's flank
Let us ride!
Go open the main door
Watch for any trolls,
I promise officer,
We won't be breaking any laws,
(Well not the bad ones!)
More give us more, we want more, ay, ay, ay
Everybody waiting for two weeks.
More give us more, we want more, ay, ay, ay
Everybody push on straight through the break.
Oh, every page is like the one more last page
Every page is like the one more last page
More give us more, we want more, ay, ay, ay
One more last page!
Don't open up that door
Hurry off the floor,
I promise now Mikkel,
We haven't burned up any books,
(Well not the bad ones!)
More give us more, we want more, ay, ay, ay
Everybody waiting for two weeks
More give us more, we want more, ay, ay, ay
Everybody push straight on through the break.
Oh, every page is like the one more last page
Every page is like the one more last page
More give us more, we want more, ay, ay, ay
Оne more last page
More give us more, we want more, ay, ay, ay
Everybody waiting for two weeks
More give us more, we want more, ay, ay, ay
Everybody push straight on through the break.
Oh, every page is like the one more last page
Every page is like the one more last page
More give us more, we want more, ay, ay, ay
One more last page!
One more last page!
One more last page!
One more last page!
Post by: corncobman on August 09, 2016, 02:50:59 AM
Sighting, Lighting, Even Trolls Biting
A spectral solo steed,
Roaming the rubble,
For foul flesh to feed,
To even trolls, trouble.
Galloping, great and gross,
Manoeuvering for morsels.
Charging, chomping, close,
Haunting horror horse hell.
Scared skeletons shy aside,
From the ethereal equine there
Fleeing figments, terrified, of
The nasty gnawing night-mare.
Creatures cowardly clear,
From this intangible thing,
Hinder or halt it here, for
A song of extinction it sings.
Post by: corncobman on August 09, 2016, 11:09:55 PM
Corral, Light, Dark, Et Al
Shadows and glows,
Like unholy breeds.
The numbers grow,
In a savage stampede.
A light and dark charge,
In the shadows of night.
Foul legion at large.
Darkness dances with unlight.
Pursuers bottlenecking,
Black shades like a net.
To meet their reckoning,
And absorbing, amalgamate.
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I'm Not Alone (based on You're Not Alone by Embrace)
No, I'm not alone
'Cause all my spirit friends are having fun
But none will hear your screams
We're gonna be a different kind of team
And all you critters know that
There's no escape from us
You still try and flee
I've got time
You try so hard, you join the throng
You can't deny the spirits won
It's time you stopped and let us feed
So, keep running on
Thy kingdom come
We'll join right up
There's no way back
So stop, it's absurd
You just a part of the herd, of dead
We need every body
To supplement, for better
This fated medley
Will be a super being, you see
We need every body
All of you now
And soon our time will come
Yeah, they'll know what we are
No, we're not alone
'Cause everyone will be swept and overthrown
And you can't just flee the scene
We'll all be like a tidal wave of genes
You try so hard, you're not so strong
You can't deny we'll be as one
It's time you stopped and let us feed
So, stop running on
Our will be done
We'll join right up
There's no way back
So stop, it's absurd
You just a part of the herd, of dead
We need every body
To supplement, for better
This fated medley
Will be a super being, you see
We need every body
All of you now
And soon our time will come
So just stop, it's absurd,
You just a part of the herd, of dead
We need every body
To supplement, for better
This fated medley
Will be a super being, you see
We need every body
All of you now
But no, it's just the end of the world
Better join up the herd, of dead
We need every body
To supplement, for better
Post by: MegaJar on August 10, 2016, 11:25:46 PM
Filk time!
Horrors of the Night
(to the tune of Pat Benatar's Shadows of the Night (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJFT_naDmtc))
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We're running from the horrors of the night.
So baby take my hand, let's flee in fright.
Suppress your desperate screams for me tonight.
Or we'll both meet our end.
You said, oh girl, in the Silent World,
Better keep your voice to yourself.
I said we must hide, on the inside,
From the ghostly hordes of hell.
Run from the monsters, baby, don't look back,
Let 'em eat somebody else!
We're running from the horrors of the night.
So baby take my hand, let's flee in fright.
Suppress your desperate screams for me tonight.
Or we'll both meet our end.
You know, sometimes, it feels like
The ghosts're moving way too fast.
Use every alibi, put on a disguise,
And hope that they run past.
You can cry tough later, it's alright.
But we shouldn't breathe easy -- they hunt tonight!
We're running from the horrors of the night.
So baby take my hand, let's flee in fright.
Suppress your desperate screams for me tonight.
Or we'll both meet our end.
We're running from the horrors of the night.
So baby take my hand, let's flee in fright.
Suppress your desperate screams for me tonight.
Or we'll both meet our end.
And now we're Staying Silent, Standing Still.
Midnight monsters, please don't start to kill!
We're running from the horrors of the night.
So baby take my hand, let's flee in fright.
Suppress your desperate screams for me tonight.
Or we'll both meet our end.
Post by: corncobman on August 11, 2016, 02:07:25 AM
Beasts Displaced, A Tired Face
Creatures of spirit,
Continue their chase.
Running off, to wit,
For the group to face.
The Soul-Horse rears back,
And stares off to space.
Sockets, which eyes lack,
Doth detecting life's trace?
Meanwhile, in daytime,
At a span of many leagues.
The partnets in crime,
Continue their intrigue.
For breakfast a rally,
At morning's peak.
But that face on Lalli,
A look of fatigue.
Post by: corncobman on August 12, 2016, 04:42:16 AM
Finished Patrols, Ready For More Trolls
Scout returns with a wave,
Get the maps to scrive.
He's feeling a bit grave,
Place has got many things alive.
The road is fine though,
So they can travel some more.
The area's activity grows,
But that's what weapons are for.
The platoon's radio sounds,
Onni wants to have a chinwag.
Mikkel, hearing, comes round,
Some more trolling to snag.
Lalli goes over to Braidy,
Looking past Little Bo Peep.
Seeing something, afraid, he
Can only articulate: "Eep!".
Post by: corncobman on August 14, 2016, 10:48:14 PM
Just An Omen, What A Showman!
A phantom spectral,
In the light of day.
Making Reynir stressful,
Don't know what to say.
Foreshadowing potential,
Only visible to some.
Just an omen celestial,
Stop looking so dumb!
Grabbing Lalli's sides,
Acting like he knows.
His worry he hides,
In a pretentious pose.
Lalli most displeased,
At the Icelandic's show.
He wants to get free.
Will it come to blows?
Post by: corncobman on August 16, 2016, 01:50:06 AM
Kitty Welcome, Scout Glum
The spiritual omen,
Face wispy and grizzled.
But suddenly then,
Disappears with a fizzle.
"I'll need some scout eyes."
Sigrun's meaning, they lose.
Translation please, guys!
Lalli, it's time to snooze.
The group take their cues,
They go again to explore.
Pointing the way to,
To seek out what's in store.
Getting ready for his nap,
He's tired, his heart aches.
Before the scout snaps,
How much more can he take?
Post by: corncobman on August 16, 2016, 11:30:34 PM
Can't Hear His Meow, It's Too Late Now
The Medic offering,
A treat for the job.
To the Finnish heart-throb.
A cookie refused,
So unlike the man.
Emil can be excused.
He just can't understand.
Homesick manifests,
In his rueful piece.
Wild heart, is stressed,
Begging for release.
Scant comfort is all,
The Swede can provide.
No-one hears his call,
Nobody on his side.
The world monochrome,
Duller is his sight.
Still longing for home,
No rescue, no respite.
Into madness descend,
It's now far too late.
At his wits end,
To suffer the fate...
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The End by The Doors (with a few changes)
This is the end
My heart, it rends
This is the end
My Swedish friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety, just defeat, the end
I'll never eat another treat...again
Did you see, of what will be
So comfortless and bleak
Desperately we dance...in some...creatures palm
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Danish...wilderness of pain
And all the people are insane
All the people are insane
Waiting for the end of pain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the fixed highway, buddy
Weird scenes inside the mind's eye
Coming emptiness, buddy
My heart-ache, my heart-ache
Here to take, we cannot shake, buddy
It comes along, miles and miles
Come to break...it's old, and it's eyes are cold
Possessed, emptiness
Possessed, emptiness
Get here, and they will infest
The spirits are huntin' us
The spirits are huntin' us
Tuuri, where you takin' us?
The shadows, they broke before dawn, they come marching on
To here they race from the depths of eternity
And they fly to chase us all
We drive into our doom, no escape from this, so many
Our existence they will smother, so many
Coming soon, we will fall, and
Crashing on our door...and we cannot hide
Creatures, yes they, they want to kill you
Monsters...they want to..eat you
Oh, so bloody, taking death to us
Oh, so bloody, taking death to us
Oh, so bloody, taking death to us
I can see, bitterly, finale thus
Comin' a huge flock
Pursuing us
Comin' a huge flock
Omen, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
To madness descend
This is the end
My Swedish friend, the end
It hurts to not be free
And you'll never fathom me
The end of cookies, we will writhe
The end of nights, the end of life
This is the end
Post by: corncobman on August 17, 2016, 11:52:43 PM
What Next, This Multiplex?
A forward tableau,
To where they head to.
Buildings in snow.
Hole ripped right through.
A factory complex, or
Perhaps hospital grounds.
A lattice of tech,
A military compound?
An outer wall high,
With towers to sweep
To watch ground and sky.
What secrets it keeps?
Post by: Miriam on August 20, 2016, 06:53:51 PM
Spoiler: For the song click here • show
Post by: corncobman on August 21, 2016, 11:05:20 PM
Drawing Papers, Kitty Capers
A series of sketchings,
Of the playful kitty.
Some rather fetching,
But some not so pretty.
Mikkel's one detailed,
As expected, of a medic.
But the face is a fail,
Looking quite panicked.
Sigrun's looks a mess,
Like that by a child.
As an artist, not most best.
Her style is rather wild.
A well-fed cat by Emil,
His drawn kitty beams.
Like it has had its fill,
A cat that got the cream.
Simple lines, is Lalli's,
Puffed up by the introvert.
Filled with unease.
In troll warning alert.
Tuuri's sits contented,
A picture serene.
Feline presented,
As a regal cat queen.
Reynir's is eccentric,
Like a sheep-cat hybrid.
A weird eye has the hick.
A strange one he did.
One drawing is left,
Not by one of the cast.
Of the kitty blessed,
The most best is Minna's.
Post by: corncobman on August 22, 2016, 11:31:34 PM
Intrepid Gang, Learn The Lang
In the chambers, sit and stand,
The crew learn the lingo.
Five squad members, and
The sheep herding dingo.
Some look bright eyed,
Others not-so-thrilled.
Combined knowledge applied,
Sheets with languages filled.
These images are touching.
Breakfast sits on the shelf.
Their pages clutching,
While kitty dreams by itself.
Some will learn, no sweat,
A harder time for the rest.
Will upcoming monster threats
Put their lessons to test?
Post by: corncobman on August 24, 2016, 01:52:12 AM
Portraits While We Wait
Sigrun, on her face, joyfulness.
Beautiful smile, keen on the quest.
Mission leader, the most awesomest.
Peering off, face into the west.
Medic Mikkel, with a wry smile.
Jack of many trades, so versatile.
Eternal babysitter to the juveniles.
Thinking of trolls the whole while.
Reynir, the newbie, Icelandic Spitz.
Seer of visions, head with the splits.
Always helping, the shepherd nitwit.
Maybe not nice, but hey, if the shoe fits...
Onni, the elder mage, face full of sad.
Terrified of all the world, big and bad.
Teaching Lalli magic, a dad he never had.
But with Reynir, shared dreams with the lad.
Tuuri, the scholar mechanic chick,
Out in the country, not immune to the sick.
Excited as always, the wild makes her tick.
Treats this whole journey like an outdoor picnic.
Lalli, the scout-cat, broods, simmering.
In a weird place with all the weird things.
Unlike his cousin, there's no whimpering.
But now in the midst of one of his mood swings.
Emil, the hair, the hair magnifique.
He lights up the air with a fiery streak.
The one to give appearances critique.
Explosive styling, dynamite technique.
Post by: corncobman on August 28, 2016, 10:52:29 PM
Building Unclaimed, No Fun And Games
Roaming long abandoned
Lost hospital wards.
Dark corridors, beyond,
Just a crowbar, no swords.
Lalli leads the trio,
Expression all shaken.
This place long ago,
Was by the ages taken.
A picture of swarth,
The next chapter starts.
So what surprises forth,
Within these dark ramparts?
Post by: Fogtreader on August 29, 2016, 11:37:29 AM
On a rainy city evening
The pavement grows a new wet skin
Beneath our feet.
In the gutter memories pass
Unwanted in a river of neglect
Beneath our feet.
Paper boats of no importance
Forgotten addresses, losing lottery numbers
Beneath our feet.
The unread news of the day
With cigarette butts flushed to darkness
Beneath our feet.
The rain feels good
It cleans away the grime collecting
Beneath our feet.
The sun will shine
Upon a fresh clean world ready for us
Beneath our feet.
As we walk along
What stories will we leave behind
From beneath our feet?
And those that follow
Will they ever stop to look at what’s there…
*scrape*
Post by: corncobman on September 03, 2016, 10:10:43 AM
Kitty Alarms, Up In Arms
Something amiss,
Feline upset.
The kitty hissed,
Emil just pets.
Just passing through,
The alleyway wet.
Oblivious crew,
Kitty still frets.
Cat's back fluffed
Fur-ball beset.
Not loud enough,
An invisible threat.
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Pg 588
Buildings Lonely, "Interesting" Only
As the tank passes,
The lonely streets.
Slow as molasses,
But a sight their eyes meet.
"Interesting." she says,
At the sight on show.
An odd turn of phrase,
If Sigrun says so.
So they cross the plain,
A field wet and flooded.
Walls to keep out the Bane,
Or keep in the sick-blooded?
The buildings stand free,
Like monuments laid bare.
What unseen discoveries,
When they all get there?
Post by: corncobman on September 04, 2016, 11:36:49 PM
Streets Soggy, Scout Still Groggy
Streets and pathways sodden,
As the vehicle encircles.
Walls and buildings rotten,
Drive through holes and hurdles.
Through shallow water pools,
Into shelter they trundle.
These errands for fools,
Into buildings 'bout to crumble.
Arriving at the site,
After their long, scenic cruise.
On foot and paw alight,
They set off with a sploosh.
Post by: corncobman on September 05, 2016, 10:46:12 PM
Selecting The Crew, No, Not You...
The medic has noticed
The scout's lack of rest.
On that they'll focus,
And get it addressed.
But for now, task at hand,
Sigrun sheds her arm sling.
Quickly removes her arm-band,
She can still feel the stings.
"Ready to carry on?"
She bravely says "Yup!"
She can't use her brawn,
If like a chicken trussed up.
The scout she assigns,
His eyes will be apt.
The medic can read fine,
His knowledge she can tap.
Not Emil, however,
He will be of no use.
Not watchful or clever,
And his bombs he'll abuse.
Post by: corncobman on September 06, 2016, 10:39:43 PM
Mikkel Can't Fight, Hood On Tight
Emil's task now, it's
Baby-death prevention.
But disgruntled kit,
Too wants his attention.
The medic in combat,
Is not good with the guns.
He'd just stomp things flat,
No use if there's more than one.
Lalli wants indeed,
To get on with the job.
Sleep he has much need,
His rest time thus robbed.
Jaded to such a degree,
He's so over-tried,
How much use will he be,
And will he misguide?
Post by: corncobman on September 07, 2016, 10:54:16 PM
Scout Is Direct, Board To Inspect
The waiting room dark,
Empty and void,
Debris scattered, stark,
Ceiling destroyed.
Scout heads direct,
As the others surveyed.
To good effect,
The board notice paid.
To the eye, to the mind,
The layout a study,
The building outlined,
So where to, slim buddy?
Post by: corncobman on September 08, 2016, 11:53:41 PM
Broken Monitor, Forbidden Doors
It's best to locate,
Where archives are stored.
Heading straight to
The places of records.
The devices of computing,
Are broken at best.
Time unkind to the thing,
Has not stood the test.
The piece of equipment,
Shatters with a 'KRIRK'.
Better to find print,
And other written works.
Down Sigrun's put,
"Why not, yeah, sure."
Written: 'ADGANG FORBUDT'
On doors meant to secure...
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Bust Viewer
(based on Prime Mover by Rush)
Monitor gathered
It's well past its prime
Decayed and haggard
By passage of time
These computing devices
Broken garbage things
Smashed into slices
Beyond all salvaging
Monitor just snappin'...
There's no point in collection
It's useless and dead
Just head to the section
With the notebooks instead
Head straight away
To the archive room
This dank and dark sickbay
Like a funeral tomb
Monitor just snappin'...
The current mission
Written on his pad
A single physician
With the sick and mad
Call into question
Carrying it around
Just a suggestion
Put the equipment down
Monitor just snappin'...
Obviously useless
Nothing helpful stored
Now its time to make progress
In this hospital ward
Pointing out the direction
That they're going to
In this place of infections
Trio coming through
Monitor just snappin'...
This place they have chosen
No longer clinically clean
Walls black with corrosion
Like some horror scenes
Walking in their searches
Someone turn on the light
Before something emerges
A set of panels locked tight
Forbidden entry
Written on the doors
Medic, leader and sentry
Passing through no more
The three stationary
Standing paralysed
The end of their journey
Before their very eyes
Monitor just snappin'...
Post by: corncobman on September 11, 2016, 11:22:22 PM
By Door Shaft, Into The Aft
Sigrun and Mikkel uselessly toil,
With crowbar inserted into the joint.
The pair by door solidly foiled,
Look up to see Lalli silently point.
A passageway, an auxiliary shaft?
Had he been pointing all the while?
A pyramid ladder, make-shift craft,
Climb up the chairs stacked into a pile.
No closed door will the trio impede,
Through the alternative entryway mined.
Ascending up, as the others proceed,
For once the vanguard is left behind...
Post by: corncobman on September 13, 2016, 08:43:01 AM
Something Existed, Blinked And Missed It.
Round the corner they veer,
Leaving Lalli to scramble.
Dusting off his rear,
Their teamwork a shambles.
The corner of his eye,
Looking around there,
Something to horrify,
A creature this way stares.
In the shadows slink,
Foul faceless spawn.
Barely a blink, and
It's suddenly gone.
Post by: corncobman on September 13, 2016, 11:12:28 PM
No Hide Nor Hair, Of Creature There
At the shaft, looking in,
There is no trace,
Of the neck long and thin,
And the horrible face.
So onward they go,
No alarm to be caused.
For now at least, though,
This cat must have pause.
Windows into cells,
With patients long gone,
Peering into hell,
Dead flesh clinging on...
The tentacles creeper,
Transformed but unseen.
Further and deeper,
Into the zone of quarantine.
Post by: corncobman on September 16, 2016, 03:54:52 AM
Cat Highly Strung, Emptily Swung
Lalli peering in,
On his toe tips.
To his chagrin,
Then in Mikkel's grip.
Flailing his limbs,
Lalli takes swing.
Attack missing him,
Not for lack of trying.
Just short of his head,
Great difference in sizes.
The cat's mind misread,
The medic apologises.
Next time eschew,
The cat-scout to rile.
The three continue
To go deeper meanwhile...
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Pg 598
Remains Putrefied, Flesh Seals Inside
Caught up once again,
Past windows of dread,
Bodies inhumane,
Out their very flesh bled.
Terminally operated,
The rashes transmutes.
Growths elongated,
Like foul undead roots.
Through the medical waste,
Littered corpses, ill-fated.
In this accursed space,
Congealed and mutated.
A vile, grim reminder,
Like a mortuary unreal.
The tainted, declined there,
Their remains the doors seal.
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It's Hell (based on That Smell by Lynyrd Skynyrd)
This is awful, this monster ward
Trying to find our way
It's all too bleak and boy it reeks
Look what's happened around you
Ooooh it's hell
Can't escape this hell
Ooooh it's hell
Excess of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness had found you
All those needles, couldn't cure
Took another scan while the changes began
One more patient's fate assured
Ooooh it's hell
Can't escape this hell
Ooooh it's hell
Excess of death surrounds you
Now they call this place asylum
And there is never leaving here
With all the bodies tethered, oh
Watching sanity just disappear
Ooooh it's hell
Can't escape this hell
Ooooh it's hell
Excess of death surrounds you
Hey, these patients zero
Sickly people changing form
And now human never more
Those little rash germs can corrupt you
Turn your soul and body black
This place is sick, for lunatics
Some of the dead might still bite and kick
Ooooh it's hell
Can't escape this hell
Ooooh it's hell
Excess of death surrounds you
Ooooh it's hell
Can't escape this hell
Ooooh it's hell
Excess of death surrounds you
Post by: corncobman on September 19, 2016, 06:23:21 AM
You're Supposed To Keep Them Closed
Through the door,
Up the stairs,
The black corridors,
Of bleak despair.
Found the place.
With crowbar carried,
Prise the face.
Just don't tarry...
Intrude the halls,
For archives medicinal.
In this hospital,
Be swift and clinical.
Doors for hallways,
Jimmy them ajar,
But after, always,
Keep them barred.
Post by: corncobman on September 21, 2016, 12:21:16 AM
With Gaze That Burns, Face Looking Stern
Mikkel examines,
While Sigrun looks bored.
But what's this? Like a salmon,
Upon the watery floor!
Lalli's quickly spotting,
His eyes firmly fixed.
Thought it was forgotten,
Slithering, there amidst.
The thing outside churns,
Unknown to the others.
With a face looking stern,
The scout's got it covered.
Post by: corncobman on September 22, 2016, 12:49:48 AM
Keep Your Distance, Foul Existence
The creepy crawler,
Slides round the bend.
Mikkel's hauled there,
His research at an end.
It'll have to do, the
Most important gathered.
If only they knew,
Staying put, Lalli'd rather.
They approach the doorway,
Box of books collected.
Lalli's arm up as if to say
"A problem's been detected."
They both blankly stare,
Sigrun especially perplexed.
Something is out there.
So what happens next?
---------------------------
Eyes On Monster Squirm
(based on Riders On The Storm by the Doors)
Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
Right outside this door
And crawling on the floor
Like a lizard made of bones
Our exit should postpone
Eyes on monster squirm
There's a creature there I know
Better take it nice and slow
Keep away, I say
And don't go out this way
If you take a step outside
You'll get attacked and die
Creature I forebode, yeah
Here, we gotta make our stand
Here, we gotta make our stand
See my raising hand
Hope you understand
The monster's round the bend
An ambush here my friends
Gotta make our stand, yeah
Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
And we are not alone
Within these walls of stone
Like a lizard made of bones
Our exit should postpone
Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
Post by: corncobman on September 23, 2016, 01:13:04 AM
On The Aggressive, Ready To Shiv
While the others remain,
Lalli steps forwards.
The scout has ordained,
Noises can ill afford.
Foul creature hid,
Ready to pounce.
Lalli will rid,
By all accounts.
To the floor flopped,
Springing up fierce.
Lalli's knife up to drop,
Both hands to pierce...
Post by: Unlos on September 23, 2016, 02:22:25 PM
(http://i.imgur.com/8Q4POmL.jpg)
Lyrics by Róisín:
AUTUMN EQUINOX POEM
HARVEST
Ere this Autumn turns to Winter,
Favour from the Gods we ask.
Weak we are, and ill provisioned:
Fools set at a hero's task.
Man or woman, warrior, scholar,
All must labour with a will.
If we wish to see the springtime
Each will need their every skill.
Orchard trees revert to forest.
Fallen leaves on bending grass
Hide rich windfalls for our gleaning.
Search the hedges as we pass.
Shrivelled pears and withered apples
Autumn's gift to man and beast;
Ripening rosehips, frosted buckthorn:
These will grace our winter feast.
Seek for fungi in the forest.
Find, perhaps, a rich reward:
Bitter beechmast, luscious hazel
In the squirrel's hidden hoard.
Seek out game that roams the forest.
Blade and shot and tangling snare
Give us meat when snow lies deepest:
Rabbit, squirrel, deer and hare.
Still and silent on the streambank
Tickle trout from shadowed lair.
Gather books to learn their secrets:
Wisdom snatched from grossling hives.
Find, concealed in mouldering pages
Knowledge that will save our lives.
Post by: corncobman on September 25, 2016, 10:54:25 PM
Cat's Outta The Bag, Stick And Drag
Lalli's knife deeply sank,
Right in the sweet spot.
Dragging his shank,
The troll's out like a shot.
The scout has impressed,
Despite his physique.
Useful to leader most best,
The little pipsqueak.
She might be inclined,
To steal him for her own.
But how would he find
Her excessively loud tone?
Her praise falls however,
Upon deaf Finnish ears.
After his endeavours,
Something else now appears...
Post by: malicei on September 26, 2016, 03:45:07 AM
---
Noita
Nimble noita, nocturnal native
Forced to follow fellow Finn
Scout a'searching, seeking sorrow
Threadbare thoughts a'wearing thin.
Wander wastelands weaving words
Serving spirits spellsongs sweet
Ambling ageless afflicted awaken
Fly on by on frozen feet
---
Days of Old
If you want to live the winter
Better hide from eyes of trolls
Curl up tightly while it lingers
Hidden in your hidey hole
Remember to stand still and silent
If you've wish to grow old
If you behave good and compliant
Perhaps your saga will yet still unfold
The outside world no longer speaks
But rather screams its terror aloud
Close your heart to the way they weep
Sheltered in your mourning shroud
Mama's face is there besides them
Underneath the frozen knoll
Sorry that she walks amongst them
Sorry that she was not buried whole
Papa marched up - armed, defiant
Bitter face in bitter cold
Angered by that face-thief giant
Charged uncaring, despair-made bold.
Baby brother sleeps now, still
Gentle rests his tiny soul
His last cry was pained and shrill
These darkened days will take their toll
The only kindness spared is death
For the lost and loved, untold
Still we stay, in the silence
And retreat to ways of days of old.
---
Waking Nightmare
Death no longer rides a pale horse
But fills our ranks and takes us all hostage
with that dear friend, fear.
Not a knife pressed on a vulnerable neck,
ever willing to spill more lifeblood
But a desperate cry of 'Take me, please',
with hopes of fleeing the worst to come.
Stealing away beloved faces
The stuff of myth and nightmare.
All is still and all is silent
(until you break the spell)
Frightened words from frozen lips
spilt in the hush of sleeping winter.
Calls to gods and men and
anything that might listen-
Well, certainly, something's heard you.
Your prayers are left unanswered,
dying broken in your throat.
crushed by misformed once-hands
with terrible, familiar fingers.
Ringed with a band of mocking gold that reads:
Forever and ever,
you and me,
together.
Hope to taste of that scythe's gentle whisper
And that this waking nightmare will be laid to rest, soon.
---
Post by: Buteo on September 26, 2016, 04:22:27 AM
Post by: corncobman on September 26, 2016, 10:20:48 PM
From The Ceiling, Horrid Feeling
The two oblivious,
To what will befall.
A creature so hideous,
That its own skin will crawl.
A feeling of dread,
Mouth open, primed.
Many soulless heads,
Appearance ill-timed.
Wide opened maw,
Imminent bite.
Skulls inside jaws.
A poor position to fight.
Will they realise,
The impending peril?
Can they tell from his eyes,
Of the attacking feral?
---------------------------
It's Time To Bite
(based on You Bet Your Life by Rush)
Just another danger, like a snake, it's no fun
Just another monster, my feeling is numb
Just another victim of the rash has succumbed
Just another ten faces...behind Mikkel and Sigrun
Can't believe it
We're face to face
Can't believe it
There's no breathing space
It's time to bite...
Just another giant, mutated insane
Just another creature in skull hurricane
Just another battle, like a cat in the rain
Just another ten faces..in our path it's all been in vain
Can't believe it
No way to brace
Can't believe it
There's no breathing space
No time to fight...
Cancerous obituary, sneaking skull what is this?
All this fighting makes me sick, damnation can't resist
Radical, tactical Sigrun and Mikkel, you'll be missed
Feeling pessimist, imminently cease to exist
Can't help feeling negative, creature in our midst
This obstruction occultist from the shadows wants a kiss
Backdrop, heart stop, for its spin top head swap genesis
All is lost fragmentary mouth attacking skulls for cysts
Just another stranger in a country so far
Just another changeling, so eyeless and scarred
Just another startle from a monstrous bizarre
Just another ten faces ... and there's no way to spar
Can't believe it
We're stuck in place
Can't believe it
There's no breathing space
This horrid wight...
Cancerous obituary, sneaking skull what is this?
All this fighting makes me sick, damnation can't resist
Radical, tactical Sigrun and Mikkel, you'll be missed
Feeling pessimist, imminently cease to exist
Can't help feeling negative, creature in our midst
This obstruction occultist from the shadows wants a kiss
Backdrop, heart stop, for its spin top head swap genesis
All is lost fragmentary mouth attacking skulls for cysts
Post by: corncobman on September 28, 2016, 12:30:35 AM
Is It Enough? The Papers Are Stuffed
Lalli's silent exclaim,
Gives an indication.
An extra in the frame,
Source of his agitation.
Upon the two it dawns,
Over their shoulders,
A wide gaping yawn,
Lunging at the beholders.
Out the knife comes,
All braced for the hit.
Mikkel's thrust is plumb.
It suffers a mighty head split.
Using the stack,
Survived the ambush.
Sigrun taken aback,
Deadly paper thus pushed.
Post by: corncobman on September 29, 2016, 01:05:14 AM
Huffs And Heaves, Troll Ups And Leaves
Troll mouth is filled,
With a book box insert.
Falling papers spilled,
As it struggles in hurt.
It swings in its throes,
With object in throat.
Leaving thus deposed,
And that's all they wrote.
Now that it's left,
They can gather up and vacate.
But with archives bereft,
They'll have to chase it, not great.
Post by: corncobman on September 29, 2016, 11:21:45 PM
Quick, Give Chase, Books Out Deface!
Choked troll, it flees,
Dropping a paper trail.
Mikkel down on his knees,
Others keep on its tail!
The medic to collate,
And the papers to sort.
They have a date with
A stealing book escort.
Follow the lead,
The paper sheets drop,
As it runs it bleeds,
Its mouth with box stopped.
Into disarray, the
Three break file and rank.
To catch the troll runaway,
Up stairs dark and dank.
Post by: corncobman on October 02, 2016, 11:28:46 PM
That Was Close, Missed By The Gross
Lalli dashes up the steps,
In pursuit of the beast.
But it returned and leapt,
Like lightning greased.
Mouth open, full speed.
He ducks down, it misses,
It doesn't succeed,
Just emtpy air kisses.
Lalli crouching low,
Cool as you like.
It's belly exposed,
Now's the time to strike.
Post by: corncobman on October 03, 2016, 11:54:28 PM
Papers Mislaid, Aware, The Shades
Fleeing creature passes by,
Lalli turns, a questioned look.
Now alone, the Finnish spy,
Time to reform the scattered books.
Sees the trail, the moment at,
The turn about, the reversing act.
Now looking up the copycat,
Realises the dangers exact.
His presence, they've become aware.
A phenomenon, the dead bygone,
Their gaze affixed, their eyeless stares.
Upon him, now attention's drawn.
------------------------------------
Full of Scaries (based on Territories by Rush)
I see the many spectres between heaven and earth
Seems this mission is more trouble than it's worth
Gather all the papers and just leg it really quick
Before you turn into the spirits dead and sick
Hospital place with a ward
They stay looking like a shadowy hoard
Staring behind the glass
Looking at you en masse
Horrors untold - a reality divorced
Yet somehow staring through like an undead army force
Those poor ill people hooked up to the machines
Can't really tell what this here mission all means
In different places from cities to towns
In different places they keep hanging round and round and round
I see so many shades overcome and endless stares
While all my colleagues have no idea of what is there
Feel the horror...feel the mood...and feel the fear...
Why come enter this place when Darkness was so near?
The monsters get stalking so tough
Run if that wasn't evil enough
We get the papers and the documents 'sides
In this chamber the spirits all inside
Horrors untold - a reality divorced
Yet somehow staring through like an undead army force
Those poor ill people hooked up to the machines
Can't really tell what this here mission all means
In different places from cities to towns
In different places they keep hanging round and round and round
They come without name, death untamed, a group without rhyme
Caught between the passing and the passages of time
Better get out, to outside, in the day while it's still light
Than staying here inside, it's an enemy we cannot fight
Horrors untold - a reality divorced
Yet somehow staring through like an undead army force
Those poor ill people hooked up to the machines
Can't really tell what this here mission all means
In different places from cities to towns
In different places they keep hanging round and round and round
Post by: corncobman on October 04, 2016, 10:38:51 PM
A Lure Created, To Page Weighted
Spectres congregated
Around the sole figure.
More and more agitated,
By the beings lured.
Paper rune located,
With scrawling obscure.
Hoping it will negate,
Only one way to be sure.
Gods' favour of lore,
The page designated.
Onto the tiled floor,
So he can be extricated.
Seem to explore,
The sheet annotated.
Curious of it more,
The spirits seem placated.
Post by: corncobman on October 05, 2016, 11:52:58 PM
Failing To Ward, Put To The Sword
The paper rune,
In a fiery sizzle.
But then all too soon,
Burnt out in a fizzle.
The ghosts then advance,
Smothering the embers.
Hoping to enhance,
Their number of members.
Nothing to do next,
But turn tail and run.
By inept Braidy hexed.
The fleeing wiry one.
The snakelike phantoms,
Now scatter and chase,
Meanwhile, asking, the Com,
Where is ferret-face?
Then lumbering forth,
The boxed in great foe.
Taking sword to its girth,
It'll be split head to toe.
Post by: corncobman on October 06, 2016, 10:05:19 PM
Another To Fight? Oh, Oh Right!
Onto the ground,
The sliced troll falls.
Mikkel to the downed, to
Retrieve box, books and all.
Back Lalli races,
His arm waving frantic.
The others, no traces,
So odd look his antics.
What did you bring her?
Is another one coming?,
With big arms and fingers,
A many-eyed angry grossling?
Sputtering out 'Ghosts!',
Another Swedish word.
Mikkel skeptical the most,
Sigrun humours the absurd.
Post by: corncobman on October 10, 2016, 01:54:05 AM
Mad As A Hatter, Paper Shards Scatter
The ghosts mention,
Is our leaving cue.
No cynic dissention,
Even if it's not true.
Meanwhile looking bored,
Swedish cleanser unused.
Over babies must lord,
His ego must be bruised.
To the exit coerced,
The three in the structure.
Outside to flames burst,
Emil's pocket page ruptured.
His pocket smokes hot,
Can't pull out quick enough.
Disintegrates. "What? What?"
Was Reynir's rune duff?
Paper fragments spill,
Sigrun face first seen.
Waving to Emil while
Kitty stretches on windscreen.
Post by: corncobman on October 11, 2016, 10:39:02 PM
Step On It Tuuri, Make Like A Tree!
Back behind doors closed,
It's time to get away.
Those annoying ghosts.
"Spirits incoming.", "O-okay!"
Lalli's mighty spooked,
Don't touch him Emil.
Physical contact rebuked,
You don't know how he feels.
Reynir starts to pray,
Aspiring mage feels it too!
Emil's quite dismayed,
He says to Mikkel, "Hey. You."
----------------------------------
Pg 616
Sensible Bloke, Magic's A Joke?
Mikkel you surely don't
Believe in such tripe?
It seems to be unknown, if
He truly believes the hype.
He's seen some effects,
Of Norwegian spirit heals.
The results of which next
To his own felt fairly real.
Emil still a skeptic,
He remains an unbeliever.
Using nothing as a metric,
As effective as either?
Sigrun saying congrats
In not dying together.
Call the bureaucrats,
Time to leave here forever.
Post by: corncobman on October 13, 2016, 12:25:13 AM
Riches And Fame, Disappointment Came
With riches provide,
Maybe a vaccine recipe.
Or hidden cure supplied,
Go down in history!
As heroes hailed,
Think about it!
Maybe legend tales
Will speak of the unit.
But as enthusiasm fades,
And they get down to talk.
These happy charades,
It's now time to take stock.
By some bad news rocked?
No more happy facade seen.
Their confidence knocked.
What a miserable trip it's been...
Post by: corncobman on October 14, 2016, 05:11:31 AM
Pages Ponderance , Past Conference
Preparing to read,
Off sheets laminated.
Reynir taking heed,
His curiosity unsated.
The ancient written notes,
Back our minds are cast.
To a group of white coats,
A flash to the past.
Post by: corncobman on October 16, 2016, 10:15:02 PM
Death Of The Brain, Little Time Gain
A meeting of suits,
To discuss effects.
The serum reputes to
Perform to specs.
However there's one,
Tiny flaw observable.
Eventually they succumb to,
Brain death irreversible.
All the test subjects
Become dead without sense.
No causality detected,
They need more time hence.
Two months asked, but
One month demanded.
A safe cure tasked,
Didn't go as planned.
Post by: Rhynerd on October 17, 2016, 11:47:10 PM
Ended up modifying my modification of Two Weeks by Grizzly bear further in response to this page, not fully happy with the results but here it is:
Giving all medbays,
This serum we made.
Our goal is simply:
To keep the rash at bay.
It's not curing
despite all tries.
It's just killing,
From inside.
Look in only grays,
Each morgue is a maze.
Gets worse every day,
just how they pass away...
No more time to try,
Pass out a standby
And now, none's turning!
We've held the rash at bay...
It's not curing,
makes the brain die,
With no turning,
Justified.
Is it mercy?
Maybe some kind...
There's still turning,
and now geists.
Mercy.
Sometimes.
Turning.
Die.
Post by: corncobman on October 18, 2016, 11:50:02 AM
One Fortnight From, Or Use The Serum
They have two weeks
Top brass with no ruth.
They'll be up the creek,
If things don't go smooth.
Take what the've got
To the vaccinal lab.
If time is for naught,
We'll use these for jabs.
Not the best outcome,
This was not a solution.
Ghosts resulting from
Fatal serum distribution?
Post by: corncobman on October 19, 2016, 03:24:21 AM
Our One Last Plan, To Save Who We Can...
Don't understand, sir,
This suggestion does irk.
Why use the 'cure'
If the thing does not work?
It's the effort last-ditch,
The clock still yet ticks.
After more time in which,
To save the not yet sick.
Rid the rash, it might not,
But they're on a tight-rope.
It might stop the rot,
Our last and final hope.
To save who can be saved,
A hard decision must be made.
For better a quiet, early grave,
Than to become living-dead, decayed...
Post by: corncobman on October 21, 2016, 03:56:32 AM
Me Ol' Mate. It's Already Too Late.
"You think me too meek.
Delaying yet again.
At the end of two weeks,
You think me insane."
An order postponed,
With nothing much gained.
We'll all be boned, when
No infrastructure remains.
It could all be too late.
In two weeks time.
His friend lays it straight.
"It's over", he chimes.
"Already too late", He says.
End of the documentary.
The stained pages depress.
The rest is history.
-----------------------------
Ship Pickup Expectant, With Facilities For Disinfectant
Sigrun's a bit miffed,
There was nothing inside.
It would have saved time if,
There a sign was to guide.
She grumbles, audibly seethes,
While Mikkel apologises.
It was a long shot indeed.
With their less than ideal prizes.
In any case they have nabbed
A collection of books fine.
A ship with quarantine lab,
They have managed to assign.
A pickup in twenty days,
For the mission's conclusion.
But a sleeping head is raised.
The scout roused in confusion.
Post by: corncobman on October 24, 2016, 12:58:11 AM
Again On The Moor, To Make Doubly Sure
The cat scout man stirs,
While it's even still light.
He needs to make sure, there's
A feeling that's not right.
For just a little trek,
Is Lalli heading out.
For reassurance to check,
To remove all and any doubt.
Like there's something he missed,
Something that was nearby.
Needs to retrace steps of his,
Turn his tired eye to the sky.
Post by: corncobman on October 25, 2016, 02:18:53 AM
On The Prowl, Now Run Afoul
He goes to shelters in shade,
Looking past the walls broken.
Inside he should have stayed,
The Finnish man now awoken.
The scout on the search,
Through houses derelict.
He sees upon the walls perch,
Flesh and bones growing thick.
It's a terrible sign, and
In amongst the bones and meat.
It's the spirit equine,
With the hands for the feet.
It with skinless visage,
Shrouded in ethereal plumes.
For now in this mirage,
It means to make this his tomb.
Post by: corncobman on October 26, 2016, 02:36:21 AM
A Creature Is Bound, Didn't Like What He Found
With lidless dark eyes,
The grinning horse skullcap.
The spirit despised,
To the nearest creature snaps.
A ghostly horse bite
Sends a single troll jumping.
But into the bright light,
Sun burn, then retreat slumping.
Now's a good time to run.
To make an escape plan.
In the setting sun,
Run scout, while you can...
Post by: corncobman on October 27, 2016, 02:39:27 AM
Panicked Flurry, Have To Hurry
Back to the comfort,
Loud knocks are heard.
The scout is inserted,
His words panicked, blurred.
A translator sought out,
For the man in a panic.
The agigated most scout,
By ghosts and mass organic.
Post by: corncobman on October 28, 2016, 04:00:08 AM
Soon Hunting Thee, Evil Pedigree
Lalli's face becoming,
More and more frantic.
The dangerous something,
Purest evil gigantic.
A great shadow over cast,
His expression is telling.
Numerous creatures amassed,
With no hope of repelling.
They are as he speaks,
Tightening the noose.
The living what they seek,
Even mage powers no use.
They have to depart,
Or they'll be overrun.
The chase will soon start,
In the setting of the sun.
All anguish and pain,
To flesh and bone all reduced.
In the daylight's wane,
All hell will break loose.
So they put out the fires,
And gather in their awning,
No night-time retire,
Get away from the hell spawning.
In the embers of light,
The cat-tank starts to track.
A smoke-like figure blights,
In a sea of deepest black.
The minutes all too few,
Not a moment to wait.
Awaiting, to pursue,
It will soon flood the gates.
Post by: corncobman on November 10, 2016, 11:12:48 PM
Monsters Enslaved, Like A Tidal Wave
An equine spirit rears,
Flame cladded mane.
The shadows lit ere,
Steeple chase unreined.
The physical horde,
Scatters and leaps in angst.
The horror smorgasbord,
Forced pursuing phalanx.
No choice but to move,
Lest they become dust.
The evil, hands for hooves,
And unholy bloodlust.
Travellers beware,
The shade abhorrent.
Or more be ensnared,
All souls for torment.
Post by: corncobman on November 15, 2016, 11:09:30 PM
Good Enough, Stand Tough
Should they really
Drive through the night?
It's not ideal,
Tuuri seems real uptight.
What if their caught?
Sigrun knows that they will.
To find a good spot,
That field fits the bill.
The trees, no use to hide,
If the monsters already know.
They need open countryside,
So they can go toe-to-toe...
They'll make their stand,
No choice, can't avoid.
In this far Danish land,
They'll fight or be destroyed.
----------------------------
Last Defense (based on Monkey Wrench by Foo Fighters)
It's not escape? I'm feeling tense
Driving through the night
It didn't make much sense
Here we make our last defense
Making plans to fight before attacks commence
Round the bend
Round the bend
Round the bend
Here we make our last defense
A horde of monsters that's immense
An open field to burn and cleanse
Here we make our last defense
Coming soon, they will descend
What do we do, is all our fortune up and spent?
No trees as cover to depend
As they gather
Out here, will it be the end?
Round the bend
Round the bend
Round the bend
Here we make our last defense
A horde of monsters that's immense
An open field to burn and cleanse
Here we make our last defense
Whimper
Whimper
Whimper
On this night through thin and thick
There is no exit, no surrender, just fight through it, until their dead
In this place we will make our stand, that's she said
But this vacation somehow makes me sick of it
And all those things will come for me
This was not the way it was meant to be
Here we make our last defense
A horde of monsters that's immense
An open field to burn and cleanse
Here we make our last defense
Here we make our last defense
(Fall in fall out)
Here we make our last defense
(Fall in fall out)
Here we make our last defense
Post by: corncobman on November 16, 2016, 09:43:40 PM
For Help, Calling Upon, Spirit Doggone
Reynir is anxious,
He's demoralised.
Lalli passing glances,
When he shuts his eyes.
Now the vehicle stops,
At the battle location.
With weapons, they're dropped,
Readying for the confrontation.
Like a dog chasing a bone,
The spirit hound exposed.
Seeking help all alone,
Dashing with its eyes closed.
Post by: corncobman on November 17, 2016, 09:52:01 PM
Through Doggy Told, They May Not Hold
A disinterested Onni,
Wild mushroom picking.
Until entering, the crony,
Reynir's puppy sidekick in.
An air of confusion,
The barking ball of fur.
Odd animal intrusion,
Strange dog whisperer...
His help is beseeched,
He's called out by name.
Defenses will be breached,
By a troll horde proclaimed.
They have nowhere to run,
They may not have a chance.
A matter of time until,
All the monsters advance...
Post by: corncobman on November 20, 2016, 09:36:24 PM
A Dream Of Dolour, Dragged By The Collar
As the dream puppy fades,
With a last plea for aid,
On a sofa was Onni laid,
His dreams been pervaded.
He rouses in strain,
With horrible neck pain,
The distant squad insane,
Needs his help once again.
No time now to dwell,
Lalli out of his shell,
Grabs the coat lapels,
Of the Icelandic dumb bell.
Reynir with force is tagged,
Like an extra kit bag.
Surprisingly snagged,
Where and why is he dragged?
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Open Mind (based on Wilder Mind by Mumford and Sons)
It's in my blood, it's in my nature
You tried to teach me, teach me from the start
Now the danger comes nigh, I feel a great
Loneliness inside my heart
We need to keep moving on
Unlike the rest, I have not been blind
By the light, a mage's son
I had been blessed with an open mind
I have seen countless awful things, alone, nobody else knows
The terrors come and they just won't let me go
And there may be no hope
But we try
Beholden now I find myself awake
Running on the edge again
When the night breaks, we know what's at stake
I hesitate to call you my friends
We need to keep moving on
We now stand the test by the wicked kind
By the light, a mage's son
I had been blessed with an open mind
But I believed, you see, I was fine alone
But I believed, you see, I was fine alone
Post by: corncobman on November 21, 2016, 09:58:28 PM
Making Barrier Ring, Reynir Do Your Thing
Medic and cleanser,
Make a border with rope,
For monsters to deter,
Around them it envelopes.
To set it alight,
As a barrier of fire?
But their fuel is finite,
Something else is required.
Lalli drags Reynir out rear,
Pointing at the muddy ground.
His message is unclear,
Waving his finger all around.
He pulls out a sheet,
With a shape drawing crude.
He hopes Reynir will repeat,
The rune drawings, shrewd.
On the ground to plot,
A magic symbol indeed.
Let's hope that he got,
His message well received.
Post by: corncobman on November 23, 2016, 10:33:47 PM
Reynir Begone, Battle Lines Drawn
Reynir finally,
Gets Lalli's thoughts.
The mage wannabe,
A chance to help a lot.
That's all they can do,
So prepare for attrition.
The time is now, to
Assume battle positions.
Here's hoping that they,
Are sufficiently thorough.
Ask the gods and pray to
Let them see tomorrow.
Wait, hang on a tick,
Why is Reynir outside?
The irritated medic,
Will again have him tied.
Can Reynir explain,
The mages' rune focus thus?
Will he convince the Dane,
That it's not just hocus-pocus?
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Battle Drawing (based on London Calling by The Clash)
Battle drawing, to the break of the night
Now war is declared, make ready to fight
Battle drawing, stick etching runes
Go back to the cat tank, you red-headed loon
Battle drawing, now all is prepared
We may not see tomorrow, but I'm not scared
Battle drawing, we've done all we can
'Cept for the crazy non-immune braidy man
The dead horde are coming, the night's looming in
Meltdown expected, the coming dead things
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause battle is drawing, I'll live or die by it here
Battle drawing, now prepared the zone
Forget it, Reynir, back in you're thrown
Battle drawing, with the zombies of death
We'll be holding while we draw another breath
Battle drawing, pray to the gods
We may not see tomorrow, but let's even the odds
Battle drawing, seeing no spirits nigh
Except for that one with the hollowed out eyes
The rampage is coming, the night's looming in
We have stopped running, we wait for the things
Impending terror, but I have no fear
'Cause battle is drawing, I'll live or die by it here
The rampage is coming, the night's looming in
We have stopped running, we wait for the things
Impending terror, but I have no fear
'Cause battle is drawing, I'll live or die by it here
Now get this
Battle drawing, yes, time to pay our due
An' you know what, I say, my most bestest crew
Battle drawing, maybe our final trial
After all this, will we go out in style?
Battle drawing
I never felt so much alive alive alive alive
Post by: corncobman on November 24, 2016, 11:38:26 PM
Out The Sun, Ready Your Gun
Away Reynir's taken,
Out of harm's way.
Soon night a-breaking,
Not a time to play.
Lalli apprising,
The runes in the dirt.
Is he memorizing,
A paper rune to convert?
The four bold warriors,
Climb up onto the roof.
Hoping their barriers
And runes monster-proof.
The insomniac group intend
Their perimeter the trolls scotch.
As the day draws to end,
Perhaps their last night's watch.
Post by: corncobman on November 27, 2016, 10:23:02 PM
Sitting Tight, Fuse Lights
In darkness waiting,
Pupils dilating.
All concentrating, for
Monsters migrating.
Battlers uniting,
Night watch unexciting,
Still ready for smiting,
No flight, just fighting.
Non-immune alienating.
Confined. Frustrating.
Kitty inflating,
Troll senses activating.
Unseen, but felt, blighting,
In the blackness, frightening.
Sudden orange sighting.
The ground starts igniting.
Post by: corncobman on November 28, 2016, 09:40:00 PM
Fuse Released, RIP Ye Beast
The ground as a mine,
Like a runic grenade.
Engulfed, the beast canine.
He helped, did the Braid.
The perimeter wire tripped,
By the creatures occult.
A firebomb let rip,
With explosive results.
The field was set,
The trap is sprung.
Less one threat,
Undead body parts flung.
Post by: corncobman on November 30, 2016, 11:57:03 PM
The Boss Takes Stage, Hoss Comes Unassuaged
The burning wretches,
The ground is aglow.
Bodies round the edges,
Scatter to and run fro.
Pick off the targets,
While they're disorientated.
They are no threats,
While being incinerated.
The Swede is surprised,
No explosives in that stretch.
The air energised,
By runes in ground etched.
But amid all the chaos,
A single driving mind.
Like master and boss,
Cursing all living it finds.
The ghost horse again,
Its smokey wisps flow.
A billowing mane,
Like a creeping shadow.
Toward them unphased,
While the flame dances,
Unafraid of the blaze,
Here it advances...
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Shadow Rider (based on Holy Diver by Dio)
Shadow rider
It's come round to haunt in the midnight heat
Oh it comes ominously
Dark outsider
You can't see its blight but you killed its screen
Oh don't you see the unseen
Gotta get away
Shadow rider, yeah
Trotting silent
Got its eyes on the catch and it's coming through
Something is coming for you
Look out
Here without warning
It hunts everyone now there is no light
Oh knives and guns cannot fight
Gotta get away
Get away
Between the realms it flies
There's a truth that's unrevealed, yeah
The vision, your demise
Like your friends, your fate is sealed
Slowly striding
From afar comes the deathly shade
Unfeeling spook, so depraved
Come, come
Come the betiding
It'll leech your heart but it can't be seen
The night can never be seen, yeah
Soulless rider
It's your life it wants in the midnight scene
Oh it comes ominously
No, no!
Soul defiler
You can't see or fight, but it's death unclean
Oh can't you see the unseen
Gotta get away
Get away
Gotta get away
Get away
Shadow rider
Soul defiler
Here it comes unseen
Oh dark outsider
Shadow rider
Like cat in the blue
Coming after you
Soul defiler
Oh Soul defiler
Yeah, all night
Get away, get away, get away
Shadow rider
Foe outsider
Oh shadow rider
Post by: corncobman on December 02, 2016, 12:58:05 AM
Flames Fanned, Magical Knife-Hand
Up the ghost trots,
To the edge of the blaze.
Hoof-handed black spots,
Extinguish with its dark ways.
The spreading grey smoke,
Rises up from the traces.
To smother and choke,
Surrounds cold death's embraces.
Ere it breaks the line,
There's a sudden attack.
The knife wielding feline,
With magical feedback.
Post by: corncobman on December 05, 2016, 12:13:44 AM
Are You Less Weak? Ghost Spirit Speaks
The ghost horse and Lalli,
Staring each down.
Speaking out to he,
With unsettling sounds.
It recognizes the mage,
This terrible ghost.
Stopping to gauge,
Unusually verbose.
Dredging up feelings,
Of past futility,
When he was left reeling,
In vulnerability.
"Are you less weak"
Said with a mocking air.
Do his magic techniques,
Give a battle more fair?
With his anger inflamed,
The ghost will he thwart?
Like hunter with its game,
Hoping for more sport.
Post by: corncobman on December 05, 2016, 11:15:26 PM
Fodder Smash, Pain Backlash
In a battle of wills,
The mage and ghost pair.
Testing his new skills,
In astral warfare.
Meanwhile a critter,
Scratches the paint.
Silently skittered,
In a sneak attack feint.
Sigrun shoes swept,
Like leader's doormat.
Double-foot leapt,
Then stomped it flat.
Applying her trade,
To another underneath.
Waving her blade,
Taken out of its sheath.
As she prepares a thrust,
Stinging pain in her clutch.
Her arm still a bust,
Shouldn't move it so much...
Post by: corncobman on December 07, 2016, 09:09:47 PM
Injury Tweaked, Underneath Sneaked
Pain amplified,
Too much to bear,
Attack override,
Her stitches tear.
Just now realised,
By thrashing tail whipped,
Trouble centralised,
Into the underside slipped.
The vulnerable found,
The insertion begun.
Helpless now, downed,
The injured Sigrun.
Post by: corncobman on December 08, 2016, 09:20:00 PM
Creatures Surround, Musical Notes Sound
Sigrun's eyes shut,
Somewhat unfit.
Knocked on her butt,
About to get hit.
While the creature lunges,
With an almighty whack,
It's head crunches,
Mikkel's got her back.
While he's got a few,
There are many more besides.
The attack is renewed, and
What of the one underside?
Slightly outnumbered,
Is putting it mildy.
With Sigrun encumbered,
There are no laughs or smiling.
However ring a few notes,
Some kind of instrument.
Musical magic remote,
By a Finnish mage who laments?
Post by: corncobman on December 11, 2016, 09:35:25 PM
Destruction Away, Hands Up To Pray
Away from the action,
The Finnish mage wise.
Creating a distraction,
By Reynir pressurised.
His eyes closed, both,
In deep concentration,
For a plea, spell or oath,
To help the situation.
The scenes of carnage lay,
At the edge of the lands.
So he readies to pray,
And raises both his hands.
Post by: corncobman on December 12, 2016, 10:48:45 PM
Owl Mage Embolden, Behold Glow Golden
A spirit in summons,
An emboldened plea.
The timely aid is coming,
Soon the wings fly free.
Perched atop his head,
A mighty bird of prey.
For hope the wings spread,
To shapes and shades fey.
The feathers waft,
Shining gold is the soul.
His hands up aloft,
To himself take control.
With mystic vessel thence,
Before it's all curtains.
To transport his essence
And save them from doom certain.
Post by: corncobman on December 14, 2016, 10:59:15 PM
Magic/Fire Intermix, Like A Phoenix
The magic expands
To a giant bird of gold.
A pillar with wings fanned,
Such a sight to behold.
Emil is combat-locked,
With a lunging beast.
Flamethrower muzzle cocked,
Heat suddenly increased.
A mystical flame torches,
Enveloping fire crashes.
Magical heat wave scorches,
Turning monster to ashes.
Like the mythical fire-bird,
A phoenix like the sun,
Magic not so absurd,
Since it came not from his gun.
Post by: corncobman on December 15, 2016, 10:06:00 PM
Burning Wings, Changing Everything
Golden light bathed,
Circular summon waved.
Fire and flame swathed,
Through creatures depraved.
Pair standing agog,
Like light through a fog,
This fine epilogue,
To the physical slog.
Blazing bird of prey,
Magnificent display,
Now aware, are they,
Of the magical ways.
Meanwhile off of his feet.
Summoning complete.
Onni mind overheat,
Such too great a feat.
There remains a clash,
Ghost caught in the flash,
In a moment, brash,
Upward dagger slash.
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Burning Wings (based on Broken Wings by Mr. Mister)
Braidy don't understand
Why we can't just magic on a weird foreign land
This time might be the last, I fear
And this time could all disappear
I'll bleed my soul, oh-ohh
Take these burning wings
And burn the sky again
Burn to save Lalli
And wipe it clear, oh everything
Kokko above just blaze it up and let us win
Take these burning wings
Maybe I think tonight
We can take what went wrong and set it right, mmm
Maybe it's all I know
So use up my flesh
And blood to burn these trolls
I bleed my soul
So take these burning wings
And burn the sky again
Burn to save Tuuri
And wipe it clear, oh everything
Kokko above just blaze it up and cleanse the sin
Take these blazing wings
You've got to burn the sky
Burn to save my sis Tuuri
And wipe it clear, oh everything
Kokko above just flame it up and let us win, yeah, yeah
Cleanse the sin
Cleanse the sin
Maybe it's all I know
So use up my flesh
And blood even take my soul
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
So take these burning wings
And burn the sky again
Burn to save Lalli
And wipe it clear, oh everything
Kokko above will blaze it up and let us win
Take these flaming wings
You've got to burn the sky
Burn to save my sis Tuuri
And wipe it clear, oh everything
Kokko above will blaze it up and cleanse the sin, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ooh
Post by: corncobman on December 18, 2016, 10:23:20 PM
Leaving The Frey, Keeping At Bay
A flash blinding.
The spirit evades.
Magic fire unbinding,
Ghost-death's hand stayed.
Beating hasty retreat,
To attack later anew?
But for now victory sweet,
For the embattled crew.
The area is alight,
Bright flames lick.
Mopping up the blight,
Will probably be quick.
Like the eyes of a deer,
The trio still inside.
Tuuri and Reynir, both
Glancing wide-eyed.
Post by: corncobman on December 19, 2016, 09:08:44 PM
Through The Boards, Can't Be Ignored
Amid the gloom,
Amongst the din,
In a black room,
The trio within.
Crashes, booms, wails,
Banging and shouts.
On a huge scale,
A warzone stake out.
But there below,
Panelled floor creaks,
Wood and metal burrow,
An intruder freak.
Calamity will be met,
Situation most severe.
They don't know it yet,
But kitty feels it near.
Post by: corncobman on December 22, 2016, 04:44:38 AM
Kitty Flailed, About To Be Assailed
Kitty no like,
The air prevailing,
Into the air hiked,
With its limbs flailing.
Down to the wood,
Jumped the feline.
Running, calling, stood.
Important warning signs.
But all too late now,
Kitty is then tossed.
An intruder allowed,
The boundary crossed...
Post by: corncobman on December 29, 2016, 09:02:16 PM
Open Wide, To Conquer, Divide
Monster erupts,
To ceiling clamber.
To make corrupt,
The unhappy campers.
Kitty springs back,
In surprised shock.
The trio hijacked,
Their shelter rocked.
Long fingers groping,
Terror now resides.
Eyes wide, mouths open,
Vulnerable, terrified.
Post by: corncobman on January 02, 2017, 06:40:37 AM
Surprised, Terrorised
Let loose a shot,
At creature sought.
His eyes do spot,
Danger fraught.
Within a foul trap,
The vehicle made scrap,
Fighting handicapped,
And magically inapt.
The scout with his eyes,
Does now recognise,
The trio unsupervised,
Are thus compromised.
Surprised, Terrorised
Let loose a shot,
At creature sought.
His eyes do spot,
Danger fraught.
Within a foul trap,
The vehicle made scrap,
Fighting handicapped,
And magically inapt.
The scout with his eyes,
Does now recognise,
The trio unsupervised,
Are thus compromised.
An unknown state,
The misfit inmates,
What of their fate?
It may be too late...
Post by: corncobman on January 02, 2017, 10:35:40 PM
All Clear, Oh Dear
Door flung,
Kitty clung,
Muzzle swung,
Shots rung.
Body contorted,
Head-shot, sorted.
Attack thwarted,
With death courted.
Glancing, heeded,
Help for Tuuri needed,
Shoulder bleeded,
Attack has succeeded.
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Monsterstruck (based on Thunderstruck by AC/DC)
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Monster
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Monster
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Monster
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Monster
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Monster
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Monster
Araaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa
Monster
I was caught
In the middle of a phantom attack (monster)
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back (monster)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do (monster)
And I knew
There was no help, no helping you (monster)
I have been stunned,
Ripped through the heart
What have they done?
Torn you apart
You've been
Monsterstruck
Shot through the head, yeah
Stopped the raider, but late was my gun
Bit you, infectious, infectious, help me someone
Unlucky girl
This result is badly timed
Fate is so cruel
Unfortunate fool
Yeah yeah they, they, they got inside
And I don't like what I see
Don't die Tuuri please
Yeah you're in a bloody bind
You've been
Monsterstruck
I don't like what I see
Don't die Tuuri please
Monsterstruck
Monsterstruck
Monsterstruck
Monsterstruck
I wanna cry, you're gonna die
I wanna cry, you're gonna die, die, die
Monsterstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monsterstruck, monsterstruck
Monsterstruck, baby, baby
Monsterstruck, you've been monsterstruck
Monsterstruck, monsterstruck
You've been monsterstruck
Post by: corncobman on January 04, 2017, 09:07:39 PM
Need Antidote, Pulling His Coat
Tuuri clutched,
Shouldering pain,
To Reynir, too much,
Frozen, inane.
Exit now Lalli,
Searching for aid.
Mikkel carefree,
Blazing trolls arrayed.
By arm grabbed his coat,
From behind is prised.
Need to take note,
Of his anxious eyes.
Post by: corncobman on January 05, 2017, 11:06:42 PM
Medic Shepherded, Noises Unworded
Leading the medic,
To his cousin stricken,
Ere she becomes dead sick,
The pace they must quicken.
Sigrun, Emil, meanwhile,
Surveying the destruction.
Probably have hidden smiles,
From the pyrotechnic production.
But away from the flames,
Amongst the shadowy ruins.
A ghost exclaims, they've
Not seen the last of its doings...
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on January 08, 2017, 01:56:01 AM
“Terzanelle on 655-656”
What is Tuuri’s fate to be?
She sits and holds her wounded shoulder
Minna answers, “We shall see”
Our hearts lie heavy now as boulders
As the twisted body lies there
She sits and holds her wounded shoulder
Reynir speechless, twisting his hair
The horror came so suddenly
As the twisted body lies there
The cat was fighting viciously
Lalli rushed in, fired one shot
The horror came so suddenly
First it was but then it was not
There was no warning, nothing to say
Lalli rushed in, fired one shot
Our tension grows with each new day
There was no warning, nothing to say
What is Tuuri’s fate to be?
Minna answers, “We shall see”
Post by: corncobman on January 08, 2017, 09:38:33 PM
Bleeding, Crying, Unsatisfying
The ghost horse calls,
As other spirits crowd.
The end was forestalled,
How was escape allowed?
Crying into the dark,
For the ghost-beast circus.
Making wordless remarks,
Disappointed thus,
From spectral doom,
A welcome respite.
Now again the day blooms,
Thus ends a pyrrhic fight.
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Certain Doom
(based on Sonic Boom by Pastiche from Sonic CD)
Something's wrong, bloody cry
It will start a downward slide
It looks painful
End of night, day's advance
Saved by summoning advanced
That you can't handle
Stronger now you'll find
Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
(Pretty soon you'll meet your maker)
Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
(I made sure that death will take her)
Through the dark
To the light
It's a supernat'ral fight
Got to keep it goin'
Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
(Pretty soon you'll meet your maker)
Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
(I made sure that death will take her)
Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
(Speak the words that can't be spoken)
Certain doom, certain doom, certain doom
Post by: corncobman on January 11, 2017, 10:27:54 PM
Solo Pacing, Now Death Racing
A figure on a stroll,
In the wasted ruin.
Smoke and charcoal,
Making rounds while stewing.
On the landscape ashen,
Solitary he strides.
In sombre fashion,
What a calamity to betide.
So what of the hurt
And the medic on call?
Their defences subverted,
What says the protocol?
------------------------
Burn Away by the Foo Fighters (with a few small changes)
I have spent a lifetime
Waiting for the chance
To save you my confession
Save the one last dance
The same old superstition
Haunt us now and then
I'm begging the physician
To save my Finnish friend
We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride
We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride
We'll burn away from all the other flames that burn tonight
We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride
Breathe for me from now on
Breathe for me when I'm gone
Burn out beyond
Out beyond the sun
Will you still remember
There behind the skies
Walking on the embers
Standing in their light
The hardest part is knowing
Tuuri's gonna die
The hardest part is waiting here
Patrolling outside
We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride
We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride
We'll burn away from all the other flames that burn tonight
We'll burn away, burn away, burn away my pride
Breathe for me from now on
Breathe for me when I'm gone
Burn out beyond
Out beyond the sun
Burn on, burn on
Calling to you
Burn on, burn on
Calling to you
Burn on, burn on...
I'll never burn again
Never burn again
Never burn again
Never burn again
We'll never burn again
Never burn again
Never burn again
Never burn again
Post by: ThisCat on January 13, 2017, 09:46:54 PM
You cannot run. You halt. You hope.
You make your stand. You draw your rope.
You etch your runes. You load your guns.
You lock your doors. The kitten runs.
The darkness brings an army to your door.
The sun goes down. The shadows rise.
The night is filled with chilling cries.
Your hearts beat fast, and they beat too.
Their hooves are homing in on you.
This night will be the longest of your life.
-ThisCat (triumphantly returned to immediately die)
And me gain, for page 661:
This quiet is not like the one before the storm,
But rather like the one that comes thereafter
And as I sit and watch your hunched and somber form
I find I cannot even think of laughter
It is as if the air itself has fallen dead
As if the words we used to share have lost their sense
All we can do is stop the sickness from its spread
And none of us have power left for a pretense
I take a breath and all I smell is dust and ashes
I fold my hands and try to find a way to cope
I close my eyes and I remember dozens crashes
And I look up and I decide there still is hope
Post by: corncobman on January 16, 2017, 10:08:23 PM
Gloomy Feels, Making A Seal
Outside the smoke waves,
Inside there's gloom.
They'll have to stay brave.
Melancholy fills the room.
Tuuri rubs her patched wound,
Her shoulder still sore.
With the radio tuned,
The base crew now know the score.
Could just be weeks before,
She meets her grizzly doom.
They'll see her no more,
Seal what could be her tomb.
If you need to, just say,
To Mikkel to go outdoors.
He'll not let them cross ways,
For protection, the doctor.
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Don't Be Sad Man
(based on Bye Bye Badman by The Stone Roses)
Seal her up within
Tape the wall to stop the rash transmission
It will soon begin
It spreads through the air
Don't be gloomy Reynir braidy, don't you dare
But she stays there
Keep your spirits high, she won't break
We'll just keep standing tall
Assume that she won't fall
And I'll come, if you need to go outside
I'll keep her far from you, man
Reynir, don't you be blue and
I'll give you what you need
Gonna be safe, I'll guarantee
Don't be sad man, ooh don't cry
It spreads through the air
Don't be gloomy Reynir braidy, don't you dare
But she stays there
She's been hurt, needs aid
But she stays there, I'm afraid
Assume that she'll be fine
Come Reynir, grow a spine
And I'll come, if you need to go outside
I'll keep her far from you, man
Reynir, don't you be blue and
I'll give you what you need
Gonna be safe, I'll guarantee
Don't be sad man, ooh don't cry
Protocol detention, seal it up and tape it down
This is your side, and this is hers so
Turn your sad frown upside down...
Cabin wall detention, seal it up and tape it down
This is your side, and this is hers so
Turn your sad frown upside down...
Post by: corncobman on January 18, 2017, 11:23:16 PM
Struck, Bedridden, Unconscious Kin
Assuming she's fine,
It seems not really so.
Two assumptions combined,
Reynir didn't get the memo.
Leave the hole in the floor,
Or casualties will grow.
Rubbing her sores,
Sigrun, how's the elbow?
Onni can't talk right now.
Bedridden, such bad luck.
While indoors, somehow,
He was by lightning struck!
Unresponsive but stable,
Seems he'll be out long.
The main mage thus disabled,
What else can go wrong?
Post by: corncobman on January 19, 2017, 09:58:56 PM
Wounds Gone Septic, Need To Tell The Medic
Little reaction,
From injured skald.
Dreaded interaction,
Brother'll be stonewalled.
A terrible worrier,
Is the brother Onni.
Better later than earlier,
Will telling him be.
If and when he wakes,
Please don't tell him,
Of the new pains and aches,
She will give the news grim.
Outside the leader pained,
Shows her punctured sores.
Wound infections gained,
Dark and larger than before.
Post by: corncobman on January 22, 2017, 10:01:14 PM
Medic Censure, Seems Secure
Mikkel asks her of,
The start of the aches,
Evasive answers,
Eye contact she breaks.
A medical lecture,
The patient he berates.
The infection can be cured,
But better early than late.
Is she following or,
Taking him seriously?
Her pride needs swallowing,
Stomps off furiously...
The blonde Swedish cleanser,
With kitty in clutch,
Using his living sensor,
But there seems nothing much.
Post by: corncobman on January 23, 2017, 10:46:55 PM
Mad Capitan, Quicker Scan
Kitty inflated,
Sounding a hiss.
Target located,
Up close, doesn't miss.
A voice frustrated,
An impatient tone.
Cleanser berated,
Seeds of discord sown.
She'll sweep better,
Much faster than he.
Petulant debtor,
Must atone for Tuuri.
The gunner Swede,
Is taken aback.
He does not need,
To take heavy flak.
Post by: corncobman on January 25, 2017, 10:49:42 PM
Overreacted, To Lalli Attracted.
Emil rebuffs,
His job he's doing.
Her voice loud and gruff,
Scares kitty, mewing.
Too tight, hugging, but,
Slips from his grip.
Displeased somewhat,
Away kitty skips.
The noise and vigour,
Too much does offend her.
Now to the solo figure
Silent, thin and slender.
Too noisy, too rough,
Too intense, too strong.
Where it's quiet enough,
With other cat she belongs...
Post by: corncobman on January 26, 2017, 09:15:47 PM
Showing Hurt, Little Comfort
Finnish scout alone,
Muttering words terse.
Uselessness bemoaned,
Does he himself curse?
The cat at his ankles,
Purring out aloud.
The situation rankles,
Breaking down, the scout proud.
Holding kitty close,
He looks off forlorn.
Bowing, aching, morose,
His heart, broken, torn...
Post by: corncobman on January 29, 2017, 11:57:11 PM
Sigrun, Reynir Sit, Broken Pieces and Bits
Lalli despairs,
An audible sigh.
Kitty mews and stares,
Doesn't know why.
Reynir's outside,
Sigrun's not thrilled.
He's gloomy eyed,
Her looks could kill.
Emil, Tuuri, Mikkel,
Repairing the hole
Applying their skills,
Damage taken its toll.
Not the right ones.
They need other bits.
Long ere they're done,
For mechanical refit.
Post by: corncobman on January 31, 2017, 02:51:07 AM
Redhead Downbeat, Many, Many Sheets
It will take ages,
Won't be done quick.
Take it in stages,
And it will just click.
Emil wants to exit,
Not his expertise.
Here he doesn't fit.
Just fire puts him at ease.
Reynir has the sads,
Head resting on hand.
The Icelandic lad's
Skills soon in demand.
Lalli slams with a rage,
Giving Reynir a fright.
Stacked page upon page,
And a pen with which to write...
Post by: corncobman on February 01, 2017, 10:46:45 PM
Runes That Won't Burn, Now It's Your Turn
One of the pages,
There are pictographs.
A magical aegis,
Crossed out, the last half.
So he wants no flames?
But he only gazes.
Reynir'll try the same,
But without the blazes.
Emil's rounds are done,
Now he has to babysit.
Absolutely no fun,
Sigrun's calling it quits.
Her turn to patrol,
Boredom won't get her.
Reversing their roles,
It's got to be better.
Post by: corncobman on February 06, 2017, 11:11:19 PM
Have Fun, Legs Of Someone
Off goes Sigrun,
Palming off to Emil.
Good luck, have fun,
The leader has no chill.
Reynir making runes various,
Lalli collects one of them.
Of magic, Emil is curious,
But language still a problem.
He doesn't know the questions,
And answers won't understand.
Giving after this confession
A sympathetic patting hand.
Off into the distance,
A pair of legs goes.
Chasing the dark existence,
Armed with dubious runos...
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Pg 671
Testing The Runos, Lurking Shadows
Pages in the scout's clutches,
To the ruin, a migration.
Unknown, very much is,
Reynir's sketching inspiration.
The doorway, peering through.
Looking for his objective.
The horse spirit and retinue,
Wanting rid of the collective.
Alone, Lalli abstracted,
Searching for the unpleasants.
To life the shadows attracted,
Making known their presence.
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Pg 672
Which One Is Best? Reynir's Written Test
On the shadow's edge,
Stands a man facing shades.
Completed pages fetched,
Soon giving Reynir his grades.
In the centre, a form grey,
Darkness from the eye bleeds.
Trapped by light rays,
Lalli has all the time he needs.
A rune stack to refer,
Testing them the objective.
Methinks one in particular,
Won't be so effective...
Some doodlings very random,
Weird shapes, one stickman-ish.
Plenty of light to test them,
Will the ghosts be banished?
Post by: corncobman on February 08, 2017, 10:10:02 PM
An Effective Ward? Reynir A Wizard?
Only one rune noted,
Reynir perfected.
Others demoted,
Discarded, rejected.
At the door of the hut,
His page waving.
Its effects clear cut,
Spirits so far behaving.
Leading with the sheet,
The cat scout entered.
Forcing ghosts to retreat,
Convincingly deterred.
Post by: corncobman on February 09, 2017, 09:47:49 PM
Ghosts Now Compliant, Make The Sign Giant
Sign of positivity,
This paper stylised.
Seeing inactivity,
The ghost paralysed?
Successfully tasked,
This rune making trial.
Normally stone-masked,
Now making a smile.
Making his return,
In his head a notion.
A good rune discerned,
Draw on their locomotion.
A sign for ghosts to fear,
Now fully displayed.
This ward drawn on the rear,
With the help of the Braid.
Post by: corncobman on February 12, 2017, 09:14:38 PM
Ghost Not Done, Threats Begun
Night and day,
Keeping vigil,
By and away,
Protecting sigil.
Ever taunting,
Ever mocking,
Ever haunting,
Threat most shocking.
Out of reach,
Yet within eyeshot,
Phantom's speech,
Inside their thoughts.
Ever at bay,
Yet ever near,
Ever this fey,
Will gibe and sneer.
Post by: corncobman on February 13, 2017, 11:28:16 PM
Threat Undying, Dissent Underlying...
Many as one choir,
Threats in broadcasting.
They will never tire,
In pursuit everlasting.
Nowhere to hide or go,
No escape or concealing.
This all powerful foe,
A legion unfeeling.
This form containing,
A multitude of sins.
Like evil sustaining,
By souls trapped within.
In declarative cries,
Everyone will be captured.
But dissenting belies,
Consciousness fractured.
Not all in consistence,
Their words testimony.
Like cries for assistance,
A painful cacophony.
Post by: corncobman on February 15, 2017, 11:04:47 PM
Voices Rude, Left To Brood
Saying "I'll be waiting."
For worry to ferment.
The voices abating,
With a reminder constant.
Lalli left to ponder,
At the creature's cries.
Nothing stronger than bonds,
Their Finn family ties.
After the mental buzzing,
Intending to terrorise.
Tuuri calls at her cousin.
"Yeah, I'm here." He replies.
Also Reynir muses,
At his troubled lot.
But here, he has his uses,
Return home, he cannot.
After the contemplation,
After much grievance.
Again, the hallucination,
Another dream sequence...
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All I Have To Do Is Dream by the Everly Brothers (with a few changes)
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
To keep us all safe from harm
Can I learn the magic charms
Whatever does ensue, all I have to do is
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
When I feel blue in the night
And I need the guiding light
Whenever my path skews, all I have to do is
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam
Help us otherwise, they'll cause our demise
All the time, night or day
Scary horsey is, voices
Be drainin' my life away
I need you so that they can die
You said that you'd be their guide
Lady Pastor I need you, what I need to do is
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam
Help us and advise, my mind is terrorised
All the time night or day
Scary horsey is, voices
Be drainin' my life away
You'll be hearing the screams and sighs
It'll end soon and a break is nigh
Another chapter through, another one due so
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream
Post by: corncobman on February 16, 2017, 10:11:29 PM
In The Doorway, Missing Pastor A
Reynir's gone back to find,
The dreamland connection.
Going out of his mind,
And he needs some direction.
He really needs guidance,
From the spiritual sister.
There is only silence,
Not even a whisper...
But no pastor visible,
Neither shadow nor hair.
At this moment critical,
Why isn't she there?
Post by: corncobman on February 19, 2017, 10:16:47 PM
What Now, Owl On A Bough
Icelandic chappie,
On a long lonely trot.
He's looking unhappy,
His dream all for naught.
Looking through the nether,
For any sign of her...
Only a friend with feather,
Near the ghost whisperer.
Reynir left in the lurch
Why so, does he suppose?
On a branchlet perched,
Tattered owl with eyes closed...
Post by: corncobman on February 20, 2017, 09:02:59 PM
Misconstruing. What Are You Doing?!
So Reynir strides,
To the owl, on over.
Looking one-eyed,
To the red-headed rover.
Hey little friend,
Giving a scritch.
This action offends,
A fit the owl pitched.
Take off your hands,
He came on too strong.
Turns out its human,
Was inside all along.
Post by: corncobman on February 22, 2017, 09:28:05 PM
Can't Be Frank, Face Is A Blank
Don't go to his dream,
Told him so, didn't he?
To Reynir, it seems,
Not so, specifically...
Why in that shape shown?
Onni needs recovery and rest.
If he were left alone,
He'd be recuperating best.
So Reynir will leave gladly,
But a question is asked.
How are Tuuri and Lalli?
He puts on his poker mask.
He says that they're fine,
After some hesitation.
His expression ingenuine.
Will he ask for confirmation?
Post by: corncobman on February 23, 2017, 11:13:37 PM
Hesitation, Misrepresentation
"You hesitated,
What are you hiding?"
Onni agitated,
And giving a chiding.
Seeing through the guise,
Onni demands "Tell me!"
"It's just," Reynir replies,
"Sigrun's arm was hurt badly."
So preventing hereby
An explosion astronomical.
Not quite a lie, but,
Being truth economical.
"Which one is she?"
"The captain." A lady tall.
Will her injury be
A liability to them all?
"She should be okay."
But he's not really sure.
She better be that way,
To keep them safe and secure.
A calmer atmosphere,
Now that he's placated.
Why did Reynir come here?
It must have been fated...
Post by: Miriam on February 24, 2017, 07:40:29 AM
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Post by: wavewright62 on February 25, 2017, 02:50:49 PM
Corncobman, your poems are so nice! It's astonishing how you can come up with a new, fitting one with every single page.
(http://i.imgur.com/idn04Tc.png)
Hear, hear. You are not working in a vacuum.
Post by: corncobman on February 26, 2017, 10:30:59 PM
Pg 683
Reynir All Alone, Onni Throw Him A Bone
The ghosts, he whines,
He has no way to defend.
Needs intervention divine,
No sign of their lady friend.
Onni can help, maybe?
He says he can't, firmly.
Deep down, already,
He knew, didn't he...
He doesn't know why
He came to that spot.
Things going awry,
In a dilemma caught.
Reynir was frightened,
The Icelandic rune-smith.
No one enlightened
To talk about it with.
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Corncobman, your poems are so nice! It's astonishing how you can come up with a new, fitting one with every single page.
Hear, hear. You are not working in a vacuum.
Thanks very much. I'm glad you like them so much.
I'm very flattered.
Post by: corncobman on February 27, 2017, 10:49:26 PM
To The Youth, Some Harsh Truths
If what he thinks is true,
Help she eventually would,
But if she doesn't pull through,
Then she wasn't any good.
These things may turn out,
Better for you, but
Simply, there's nowt,
Sometimes, anyone can do.
The wise mage imparts his
Cold, hard truths in this case.
The world basically is
Such a terrible place.
The world isn't nice.
The world isn't fair.
If they took his advice,
They'd be much better prepared...
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If I Ever Lose My Way To You
(based on If I Ever Lose My Faith In You by Sting)
You could say I lost my faith in myself and the others
You could say I lost my belief in the universe
You could say I lost my sense of direction
You could say all of this and worse but
If I ever lose my way to you
There'd be nothing left for me to do
Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world
You could say I lost my faith in the magic runes
You could say I'd lost my belief in our survival
It just seems like inevitable doom
If I ever lose my way to you
There'd be nothing left for me to do
I could be lost inside their lies
Without a trace
But every time I close my eyes
I'm in this place
I've always been the receiver of fortune
But it's gone from a blessing to a curse
Now you tell me there's sometimes no solution
I just want to keep screaming until I burst but
Let me say this first
If I ever lose my way to you
(If I ever lose my way to you)
There'd be nothing left for me to do
(There'd be nothing left for me to do)
If I ever lose my way
If I ever lose my way
If I ever lose my way
If I ever lose my way
To you...
Post by: corncobman on March 01, 2017, 10:40:33 PM
Can't Agree, Different Philosophy
Ever the optimist,
Reynir can't agree.
Though his way in mist,
The positives he can see.
But the owl mage rebukes,
That's why he's in this state.
With a pessimist's look,
Everything's full of hate.
It's hard to remain,
Positive in the face.
When strife and sorrow reign,
Lives and sanity erased.
But would this all change
His life outlook positive?
Will he be estranged,
Like Onni, no hoots to give?
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Look Kid (Slip Kid by The Who)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
I've got my horror, sadness
World of desperation
Yeah, we can never win this war
I've got my losses, my memories
I'm swallowed in the pain
Shiver at all the things I saw
Look kid, look kid, no exaggeration
You'd be crying at all I've seen
Look kid, look kid, alienation
There's no easy way to be free
No easy way to be free
It's a hard, hard world
I left my family's location
The sorrow always finds me
I left for lands afar
I left my life way back
Saw my friends all get butchered
Let the joy change into scars
Look kid, look kid, only desolation,
The world, is all can be
Look kid, look kid, I'm a relation
I'm a soldier at sixty-three
No easy way to be free
Look kid, look kid
It's not so bad, old man, you won't spook me
You and your sadness doesn't suit me
I might have been all frightened, but I will prevail
I'm not affected by your world tales
You won't derail me
I've got my struggles, knowledge
World of deprivation
Yeah, you can witness what's in store
I've got my turmoil, grievances
Nothing I can explain
Shiver at all the things I saw
Look kid, look kid, look out your bubble
Look over here, what do you see?
Look kid, look kid, only ruination
You're slidin' down the slope like me
No easy way to be free
No easy way to be free
No easy way to be free
Post by: corncobman on March 05, 2017, 11:40:25 PM
Rapid Degradation, A Prison Of Damnation
What becomes of the soul
In a diseased condition?
When illness takes its toll,
To eternal perdition...
It's understood and agreed,
That it's trapped in the frame.
Memories and will recede,
Never again being the same.
Confusion and hostility,
Is what awaits the soul inside.
Rehabilitation is futility,
And many before have tried.
Friends, loved ones, forgotten,
In quick deterioration.
Trapped in vessel rotten,
Life-changing alterations.
The Finnish, however, believe,
Souls still need to be guided.
Wandering endless, no reprieve,
If final rest is not provided.
Dangerous regardless,
Such is soul guiding, despite.
Until they have departed,
They need magic spells, runes and rites.
Post by: corncobman on March 10, 2017, 05:20:31 AM
Soundly Sleeping, Posse Peace-keeping
Cat change-d crew-mates,
Sleeping soundly in shade.
Resting to recuperate,
Unawares, untroubled, unswayed.
Grouped gentle on grass green,
Cozy, circular, curled.
Sprawled, soothingly, serene,
Without worries of the world.
Napping nonchalant, no noise,
Shaded from the sunbeams.
A picture perfect in poise,
Dozing deep in their dreams...
Post by: Anna on March 10, 2017, 05:49:13 AM
Cat wallpaper pagePurr-fect! :3
Soundly Sleeping, Posse Peace-keeping
Cat change-d crew-mates,
Sleeping soundly in shade.
Resting to recuperate,
Unawares, untroubled, unswayed.
Grouped gentle on grass green,
Cozy, circular, curled.
Sprawled, soothingly, serene,
Without worries of the world.
Napping nonchalant, no noise,
Shaded from the sunbeams.
A picture perfect in poise,
Dozing deep in their dreams...
Post by: corncobman on March 13, 2017, 01:28:34 AM
Tints of Blue-Green, Peaceful, Yet Gloomy Scene
Shades of green-blue,
With bright orange hints.
A peaceful set of hues,
but with some fiery glints.
Birds through the sky streak,
Like a migration or such.
Across wooded path and creek,
Managed the vehicle to budge.
Through the fog, through the gloom,
No more delays to afford.
At last they can resume,
Forge a path ever forward.
Post by: corncobman on March 16, 2017, 10:36:30 PM
Hook, Line And Rod, Caught A Poor Sod
The pair of somewhat mates
Try their hands at the hook.
Emil succeeds without bait,
Going again for more to cook.
Lalli is preoccupied,
With the one that he's got.
Seemingly dissatisfied,
At the single redfin caught.
Again Emil's line is cast,
But his hook hits a snag.
His good luck didn't last,
Caught himself in his drag.
Not just for himself catching,
But for the others too.
Like a magnet, hook attaching,
An unfortunate miscue.
Post by: corncobman on March 19, 2017, 10:54:27 PM
A Hook He's Wearing, Unsuccessful Repairing
Struggling, looked,
Futility pulled,
Still fishing hooked,
In vain, Swedish fool.
Asking for help now,
The sparkly haired fop,
Lalli don't give a cow,
Into bucket dropped.
While head in hands,
The mechanical skald.
They're still stranded,
Repairs are still stalled.
Even less successful,
Than the pair fishing fly.
Repairs much more stressful,
Escapes a deep sigh.
Post by: corncobman on March 20, 2017, 10:15:02 PM
Thing Is Still Bust, Walk They Must?
Seems there's no way,
To get repairs sorted
Been days upon days,
Have they been thwarted?
It's time to consider,
Preparing to walk.
The time starts to fritter,
At this Mikkel baulks.
It's not that desperate,
For that plan to enact.
It's not yet time for it,
Impatiently, Sigrun reacts.
They need now plan B!
As far as she's involved.
Mikkel does not agree,
Will this quarrel resolve?
Post by: corncobman on March 22, 2017, 10:48:32 PM
No Hurry Somewhat, See The Guys Caught
She's close, she swears,
To repair the rover.
Just need to get their
Engine to turn over...
No pressure from here,
Mikkel's in no hurry.
Unlike the leader dear,
But he says, "No need to worry."
He knows the possibility,
Of an eventual trek.
Exuding calm and civility,
Keep her impatience in check.
Plan B is not opposed,
If push comes to shove.
Let's see how it goes,
Now speaking of...
The Finn and Swede pair
Return with their catch.
Is Emil still ensnared,
Could the hook he detach?
Post by: corncobman on March 27, 2017, 09:05:20 AM
Why? Are Stocks Running Dry?
The cleanser asks why
They have to go fish.
Will they run out of supply
Of their sludge-like dish?
It's just to supplement
Their conventional wares.
To the chef, no compliments,
What exactly is in there?
If only Emil knew,
The hidden cooking facts,
That their mealtime stew
Is mainly candle wax.
Nothing inedible,
Just not tasting good.
It's just incredible,
What can pass as their food.
Is he able to swallow,
The nutritional information?
It's melted tallow,
Or would he rather starvation?
Seems Lalli is averse
To the swill they're eating.
His complexion gets worse,
Like his stomach is retreating...
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Pg 693
Cookie Smothered, Braidy Bothered
A cookie, yes?
But he stares and sighs.
Into his face pressed,
Biscuit brutalized!
Some kind of depression,
His hands hold, iron cast.
Leaving such an impression,
He's not allowed to fast!
While he sits, miffed,
Mikkel feeds the rest.
His spirits don't lift,
Munched in silent protest.
There's an alternate,
Who's sad and downbeat.
Icelandic forced inmate,
Raising up his sad feet.
Post by: corncobman on March 27, 2017, 11:21:00 PM
Not Depressed, Just Regrets
Dinner is ready, but
Downtrodden he looks.
His thoughts unsteady, will
He be force-fed too, cook?
He's not depressed,
Rather in a sort of bind.
There's just too much stress
And a lot on his mind.
Thinking so many thoughts,
On the floor sprawled.
Perhaps he ought to
Have stayed home after all.
The trip lost its appeal,
A change in his mindset.
Now all that he feels is
Helplessness and regret.
Post by: corncobman on March 29, 2017, 10:54:46 PM
Can He Go Back? Now Back On Track
Mikkel no pyschologist,
'Til he's back with kin members,
Whatever has him listless,
Reynir'll have to endure.
Saying "Take care now"
Is Mikkel's parting shot.
The patient is disavowed,
Unsure if he can return or not.
The weather takes a turn,
Down it starts to bucket.
With a look mean and stern,
Sigrun wants to say 'fudge it'.
Tuuri still tinkering,
With screwdriver, a poking.
Like some miracle she brings,
The engine has at last reawoken.
Post by: corncobman on March 31, 2017, 06:07:38 AM
Roar Or A Cough, Emil Does Scoff
The lights blare, the engine roars,
Or rather, a noise very hoarse.
She likes it, the captain Norse,
Soon they will get back on course.
Her repairs by chance and though scrappy,
Tuuri and Sigrun, both are happy.
But to Emil the noise is 'really crappy'.
Giving heart, then does Sigrun slap he.
'At least it sounds like something',
Each metre to their destination it brings,
Is closer to safety and sheltering.
Now to make lost time and get travelling.
Post by: corncobman on April 02, 2017, 10:54:10 PM
Don't Be Depressed, Smile Under Duress...
A positive light,
The wait she forgives.
Yes, he was right,
Mister positive.
Progress be made,
On the road wet.
Sadness displayed,
Scout with regret.
She's not worried.
No siree, no!
Cousin Tuuri,
A brave smile shows.
Don't make that face,
When around her.
With a smile replace,
Using two fingers...
Post by: corncobman on April 04, 2017, 03:54:10 AM
Need Another Service, A Body Repurposed
Through snow and rain,
An unhealthy sounding din.
With stress and strain,
Bang! Goes the engine.
It's again left to her,
Toils, the skald machinist.
Repairs shortly recur,
She lets the journey persist.
Behind, meanwhile,
In their tracked wakes.
A corporeal body vile,
The spirit again takes.
On course to be
There in a few days.
If they can escape the
Giant creature soon raised.
They're on the radio,
With the crew at base land.
Torbjörn'd like to know,
What treatment to grant.
Needing only quarantine,
A rather optimistic bluff.
If there are changes in between,
They will know soon enough...
Post by: corncobman on April 05, 2017, 11:41:46 PM
Feeling Crabby, Sudden Grabby
Mage Icelandic
Goes about for a stroll.
Looking a tad anaemic,
Heavy thoughts taken toll.
Entering the cabin,
Where Swede and scout eat.
Does he want somethin'?
No words, nor even a greet.
Lalli his gaze averts,
In the tension ensuing.
Emil forced to be curt,
While the dog-mage is stewing.
Could he just leave,
Or his thoughts just disclose?
He's sufficiently aggrieved,
To suddenly grab Lalli's clothes...
Post by: corncobman on April 09, 2017, 10:17:43 PM
From Depression To Aggression
Out Reynir bawls,
Up in Lalli's face.
Hear his caterwauls,
Frustrated head-case.
How can they just sit?
How can they not go mad?
Sounds like he lost it.
Slap the hysterical lad!
On his helplessness,
Reynir rants and raves.
Even so, nonetheless,
That's no way to behave.
Hitting a wall,
Looking for the woman.
They are after all,
Trying the best they can.
Neglecting the fact,
There's a language barrier,
Such an aggressive act
With a complex inferior?
In his grasp firmly locked,
Only seeing the red mist.
Recovering from the shock,
The cat only bites his wrist.
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Pg 701
Calming Talks, After He Got Boxed
Away Reynir backed,
The wrist bite he's feeling.
Suddenly he's thwhacked,
A punch sends him reeling.
Now staring in shock,
The puncher and receiver.
This almighty sock,
Cured Reynir's cabin fever.
Even the Finnish scout cat,
Is surprised by the hit.
Twice a victim begat,
Reynir forced to submit.
Senses therefore regained,
By this violent act.
He says not to get insane,
But only after the fact.
Post by: corncobman on April 10, 2017, 11:28:14 PM
Pitiful Guy, Siiiiiiiiiigh...
In the aftermath,
Lalli averts his gaze.
After the wrath,
Only shameful displays.
Embarrassment visible,
Reynir's head hung.
Feeling pitiful,
The Icelandic man young.
Seeing his distress,
Lalli sighs long and hard.
Must converse nonetheless,
With the facially scarred.
Reynir he shepherds to
Tuuri, for she's needed again.
He needs to have words
With the man with no brain.
Post by: corncobman on April 13, 2017, 09:12:31 AM
Still Brain-Dead, Poke In The Head
Which one exactly?
That net is quite wide...
Really stupid is he,
What Lalli replied.
He's stupid and tall,
That narrows it down.
"Hi Reynir!" through the wall.
His height is renowned!
Mikkel looks over his shoulder,
As they prepare to converse.
How is the mage older?
Well, his condition's not worse...
He's tended by a medic,
Every morning, he's checked.
Physically Onni isn't sick,
But he's mentally wrecked.
He's out, the poor sod,
In the dreamland beyond.
It's in the hands of the gods,
Whether he'll actually respond.
His consciousness displaced,
Unresponsive, unawoken.
Into his sleeping face,
A single finger, a pokin'.
Post by: corncobman on April 13, 2017, 11:20:34 PM
Dead Babysitter? Cat Embittered
The three children wary,
Staring at Onni's bed.
Shouldn't they bury
The babysitter who's dead?
"Get out all of you!"
Is the angry mother's call.
The man won't come to...
He's just tired, that's all.
Perhaps mum is scared
To just leave them alone.
Whoever's in their care,
Will be more injury prone?
Before they all exit,
Against their loath wills.
Put near Onni to sit,
The cat none too thrilled?
Post by: corncobman on April 17, 2017, 12:02:10 AM
Can't Help Braid, I'm Afraid
Onni lying stressless,
Still he's unstirred.
Cat lying, expresses
Only sounds of prh's.
Meanwhile explaining,
She said Lalli don't know.
His face maintaining
Sternness, brows furrowed.
No place nor lady,
Spiritual or ancient.
So beside the braidy,
Lalli grows ever impatient.
Everyone says as much,
It is as he thought.
Help the scout cannot,
So why'd he behave as such?
Perhaps can Tuuri
Give Reynir some aid.
"You can't help me."
No, he's afraid...
Post by: corncobman on April 18, 2017, 12:03:41 AM
Head's A Mess, I Guess
Helplessness and ennui spread,
Traveller now disinclined.
Sighs and bangs his fair head,
Though he says that it's fine.
She knows that he requires,
To have a good heart to heart.
When he's not in sadness mired,
Perhaps tomorrow, a fresh start.
As the sun dips in their midsts,
She says "Sooo...your sad, huh?"
To the skald turned psychiatrist,
Will he say what's the matter?
Post by: corncobman on April 20, 2017, 01:39:28 AM
On A Guilt Trip, Did He Let Slip?
An odd sight for sure,
It's a first for him.
The Icelandic immature,
Usually on a whim.
These feelings new,
Don't know what to think.
Like a lonelier view,
In new depths to sink.
Such a weird skill,
That they could converse.
She can say nil,
While Onni's coma cursed.
The injury they hid,
Did Reynir say?
If told him he did,
There'd be hell to pay.
Post by: corncobman on April 21, 2017, 02:18:10 AM
Regret Feels He, Does She? Not Really...
"Good. That's Good." says she,
The unknown Onni hates.
When there's no uncertainty,
It may well be too late...
"This is better." she says,
To leave him in the dark.
A new question is raised,
How is she, whom monster marked?
How is she not more desperate,
Or no more horrified?
How he wishes he heeded that,
When they said don't go outside.
His regrets and doubts numbing,
His thoughts bleak and eerie.
She still doesn't regret coming,
Optimistic and cheery.
Post by: corncobman on April 24, 2017, 12:01:57 AM
Opportunity Presented, Brother Tormented
It's been her dream,
To outside lands roam.
She jumped at the scheme,
In leaving her home.
Adventures called,
A little child wished.
Ever since she was small,
Never diminished.
For travelling aching,
As her wanderlust grew.
If this chance not taken,
Might have left with no crew...
Staring out past the seas,
With wonder, not dissuaded.
What more sights than these?
A flashback to child braided.
Post by: corncobman on April 24, 2017, 11:42:14 PM
My Rules You Abide, Grandma Chides
Only those immune,
Could leave town freely.
From their commune,
Only Grandma and Lalli.
One of the first mages,
Often leaving home island.
To make troll engagements,
Soon taking Lalli, lucky man.
Reaching for the rifle,
Look, but don't touch!
It is not a trifle,
Playing with guns is too much.
Any action he'll not make,
Without permission explicit.
If he makes a mistake,
This party he will exit.
She makes her lesson stern,
As they push off from the pier.
Watching them Tuuri yearns,
To be able to leave here...
Post by: corncobman on April 27, 2017, 12:05:00 AM
Idea Derailed, Cousin Tell-tale
Tuuri has thoughts,
Of sneaking on boats.
A secret trip ought,
To be boredom's antidote.
"What?" Onni questions,
It's appalling, is that!
She'd not make the suggestion.
If she knew how he'd react...
Does she not realise,
What could happen to us?
A foolhardy exercise,
To the mage cantankerous.
He'll turn tattle-tale,
Telling their parents he'd be.
Her scheme would not fail,
If not for piss-head Onni!
Post by: corncobman on April 28, 2017, 03:20:55 AM
He Does Not Trust, But Tuuri Must
Why'd he have to be
Such a big coward?
Thus sulking Tuuri,
Her mood now soured.
Onni knows enough
To be careful, so.
His sister may huff,
But home they must go.
He trusts sister not,
To not do something stupid.
To the capital can be brought,
When she's no longer a kid.
But it's just not the same,
For the wider world hungers.
"You do not!" he exclaims,
Like a raving fear monger.
He can hear the dead voices,
Whereas Tuuri cannot.
It was not the choice of his,
Better trust the man fraught.
Post by: corncobman on May 01, 2017, 12:58:44 AM
Chance Too Perfect. Better, Except...
Onni can't fathom,
In his tone disapproving.
She couldn't overcome
Her desire to get moving.
All her young days in,
Censure and chastising.
Making her no less brazen,
Aiming for far horizons.
Like it was her destiny,
On their excursion trip.
Instead of life separately,
Experiencing companionship.
It was just too perfect
Of an opportunity.
This treasure hunting trek,
In a strange foreign city.
Perhaps Reynir should also,
Think that way 'bout his lot.
He'll feel better, you know.
Right. He does, except not...
Post by: corncobman on May 01, 2017, 11:27:43 PM
It Was A Sham, No Danish Palm
Reynir never really
Wanted anywhere dangerous.
It seems that the wally
Was only curious.
He's never leaving again,
If home he returns.
Telling family and friends
Fact from fiction discerned.
Just to Bornholm visit,
Was all that he yearned.
The weather is every bit
As bad as home he just learnt.
In cold contrast stark,
Far from notions preconceived.
It's just as bad in Denmark,
And no palm trees as he believed.
Post by: corncobman on May 04, 2017, 12:48:08 AM
Voff, Voff, Lick His Face Off
Back in the dream,
The Icelandic stirs.
The consciousness stream,
Where prediction occurs.
Standing in turmoil's throes,
Deep in his thoughts.
In falling fresh snow,
Surrounding that spot.
A companion familiar,
His way happy bounds.
Calling to the figure,
As if in a playground.
Seeing each other, glad,
Well met, dear friends.
Unless there's something bad,
A happy vision god-sent.
Post by: corncobman on May 05, 2017, 12:29:12 AM
Doggy Footrace, Tracks Misplaced
Pulling on his coat hem,
The puppy-dog says: "Come!"
Let's go! Up and at 'em!
Off your Icelandic bum!
Into the distance chasing,
Puppy dog and his pal.
For what reason they hasten,
Braidy, canine et al.?
As they take off dashing,
Reynir looks at the snow.
Footprints of a fashion,
Like dragging a tail as it goes.
Such a strange depression,
Footsteps with a groove.
A human with extensions?
Confusion in the youth.
Post by: Glory on May 06, 2017, 08:49:05 PM
A blazing flame, a keen-honed blade
there patterns through the darkness made
a team through pain and fire forged
and trolls pursued, on hate engorged.
A plan was formed, a desperate stand
to stay and fight with arms in hand
In fading light of setting sun
they turned and stopped, no more to run.
Runes starkly glittered in the night
to serve as wards against the blight
By new-formed mage, a talent found
and there were laid upon the ground.
Critique welcome - poetry is very much a hobby for me, and a few lines, to my eyes at least, "clunk" quite a bit.
Post by: Róisín on May 07, 2017, 05:21:10 AM
Post by: corncobman on May 07, 2017, 10:52:08 PM
Puppy dog sprints,
With a smile on its muzzle.
Following the footprints,
Reynir stays puzzled.
Pupper stopping, turnest,
"Did I do good?", asks.
Happiness in earnest.
Completing its dream task.
"I did do good!" indeed.
A face full of joy.
After this chase and lead,
What is its next ploy?
"What?" Reynir inquires,
But no answers revealed.
A change then transpires,
The smiling fylgia surreal.
Post by: corncobman on May 08, 2017, 11:50:39 PM
Mystery Encrypted, Blustery Whipt-ed
Doggy disappears,
Into light spheres.
Bewildered seer,
Questions not cleared...
Tracks, prints, ingrained,
His colour drained,
Knowledge his bane,
Thus queries remain.
Meaningless gaze,
In the dark, always.
Still in a daze,
Up wind speed raised.
Finally, eerily,
Whipped severely,
By high winds bitterly,
Vanish himself, nearly.
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Shepherd Man (based on Rocket Man by Elton John and Bernie Taupin)
A sleepless dream that's right, tonight
Witching hour, he ascends
And not even a bye-bye from my canine friend
I miss my home so much, I miss my life
It's lonely in this place
On such a lifeless trial
And I think it's gonna be a lonely time
'Til gods-hound brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man I think I am, it shows
Oh, no, no, no
I'm a shepherd man
Shepherd man staring at the clues out here alone
And I think it's gonna be a lonely time
'Til gods-hound brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man I think I am, it shows
Oh, no, no, no
I'm a stupid man
Stupid man staring at the clues out here alone
This ain't the kind of place to joke and kid
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no-one there to aid then if you're sick
And all the spirits I don't understand
Pray to the gods and hope they speak
A shepherd man, a shepherd man
And I think it's gonna be a lonely time
'Til gods-hound brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man I think I am, it shows
Oh, no, no, no
I'm a shepherd man
Shepherd man staring at the clues out here alone
And I think it's gonna be a lonely time
'Til gods-hound brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man I think I am, it shows
Oh, no, no, no
I'm a stupid man
Stupid man staring at the clues out here alone
And I think it's gonna be a lonely time...
And I think it's gonna be a lonely time...
And I think it's gonna be a lonely time...
And I think it's gonna be a lonely time...
And I think it's gonna be a lonely time...
Post by: corncobman on May 11, 2017, 01:03:04 AM
Unstable Cache, Internal Fire Flash
Crossing a bridge vast,
Through the empty lane.
Smoking, struggling past,
'Till can no longer strain.
Vehicle again halts,
Misfires abrupt again.
A mechanical fault,
Their journey constrains.
Again repairs thus,
Precious time consumes.
Yet more disastrous,
Smoke and flame plumes.
Their cargo holds,
The volatile fuel.
Sudden, uncontrolled,
The twist ever cruel.
Post by: corncobman on May 11, 2017, 10:12:36 PM
Leader Awoke, By Cat and Smoke
Vehicle inferno,
Surprised expressions.
Faces aglow,
Need fire suppression...
Inside sleeping,
Sigrun catching zeds.
No fire alarm beeping,
But kittens panic spreads.
Lalli sitting, the smoke,
Glancing, detects it.
Unchanged, unprovoked,
As if wholly expected.
But instead Sigrun,
The window she opened.
"What's going on, everyone?"
An expression of probing.
Post by: corncobman on May 15, 2017, 02:02:08 AM
Grind To A Halt, Not Emil's Fault!
Calmly bucket gripped,
The farmer Danish.
Container tipped,
Fire extinguished.
No more can she maintain,
The damage terminal.
Only trying in vain to
Delay the inevitable.
Is it time to walk now?
Indeed, Mikkel agrees.
Within his plans somehow,
In detailed analyses.
Estimated two days trek for
A light packing person.
But the crew of this wreck
Of the two weeks, need one.
The fire man from Sweden,
Using art of deflection.
It wasn't him, not even
A breath in that direction!
Post by: corncobman on May 15, 2017, 10:25:55 PM
Wheelbarrow, Bag of Sleepin', Supermarket Sweepin'
About all the books,
Sigrun asks "What do we do?"
Consideration he took,
They'll take them all too.
Just a requisite,
A small shopping trip.
For this Emil delegate,
With list on paper slip.
Swede with Finnish friend,
And some four items to get.
The pair Mikkel will send
But Lalli doesn't know it yet...
Wheelbarrow, jugs of plastic,
Sleeping bags and a tent.
From commercial patch to nick,
Not a penny will be spent.
Importance least to most,
Back before dark paramount.
To the lost trading post,
With five-fingered discount.
Post by: corncobman on May 17, 2017, 10:32:33 PM
Not A Linguist, Don't Get The List
If Tuuri feels well,
She can ready books and meals.
Helping prepare with Mikkel,
She will, great she feels.
He needs Sigrun to guard,
As soon as they embark.
Currently the diehard,
Feels like a dog, she remarks.
With organization proper,
They'll be ready to trek.
But why's the Swedish 'shopper'
Still here, what the heck?
Emil just doesn't get
Meaning of half the list.
Can't procure things just yet,
Before Mikkel gives the gist.
Inside, Sigrun yawns,
Covering mouth with her hand.
Their only radio's gone,
Now no communication band.
---------------------------
Ask the Lalli (based on Ask The Lonely by Journey)
You've been picked and it's over
Got a list, now go soldier
Outside are wheel-ed barrows
Inside is where the doom grows
Picking up the pieces
Something more to believe in
Ere we search the vendors
Can't read the list, remember
Hang on, we can't just go now
You know, with every dark street
The stuff, nothing comes easy
Hang on, ask the Lalli
We've got some agitation
With your written translations
This list in our possession
My part, my many questions
Don't get your weird tenses
Won't be up to the Finn who stares
Ere we search the vendors
Can't read the list, remember
Hang on, we can't just go now
You know, with every dark street
The stuff, nothing comes easy
Hang on, ask the Lalli
When you need to search out there
You just ask the Lalli
When you're lost and need a prayer
You just ask the Lalli
When you need a scout somewhere
You just ask the Lalli
When you're out to make a pair
You just ask the Lalli
When you need to search out there
You just ask the Lalli
When you're lost and need a prayer
You just ask the Lalli
Ask the Lalli
When you need to search out there
When you're lost and need a prayer
Ask the La-La-La-La-La-Lalli
La-La-La-La-La-Lalli
Post by: Glory on May 18, 2017, 08:44:30 PM
The Battle of the Clearing
A blazing flame, a keen-honed blade
there patterns through the darkness made
a team through pain and fire forged
and trolls pursued, on blood engorged.
A plan was formed, a desperate stand
to stay and fight with arms in hand
In fadling light of setting sun
they turned and stopped, no more to run.
Runes starkly glittered in the night
to serve as wards against the blight
By new-formed mage, a talent found
and there were laid upon the ground.
Explosives too, gingerly placed
with utmost care, and wire spaced
to trip the traps now placed in lines
and detonate the deadly mines.
As sun sunk low, the horde drew near
to feast on those their hearts held dear
the team fell back, the tank a wall
and there they stood, to fight or fall.
An orange spark upon the field
as the first ghost burned on their shield
and then a blast that split the dark
as planted bombs ripped beasts apart.
Two rifles sang their warlike song
in hands of soldiers holding strong
The tune of rage and desperate need
of the Norwegian and the Swede.
But then upon the field did walk
a phantom steed, which did not balk
to mines or runes, and then snuffed out
the magic lines, clearing a route.
A burning hand, knife clenched in fist
flashed through the air, and did not miss
the strike well-aimed, but far too weak
to end the omnicidal freak.
-Glory
I'm still not happy with the first stanza, but I really like "A team in pain and fire forged" and its really, really hard to find a perfect rhyme for "forged" that doesn't sound incredibly clunky. Still a WIP, but coming along nicely :D
Post by: corncobman on May 19, 2017, 12:45:14 AM
Transport Will Provide, Even If They Have Died
With the radio silent,
Call to Sigrun, lying prone.
In the engine fire violent,
Their communication's blown.
They can't tell home base,
That they're on their way.
But even with no trace,
They'll be there, Sigrun says.
Happens all the time it seems,
Losing contact with crew,
They still send out the teams,
It's always what they do.
Even with lack of contact,
As promised and aforesaid,
They'll come, matter of fact,
Even knowing that they're dead...
Post by: LooNEY_DAC on May 20, 2017, 05:36:20 PM
Post by: corncobman on May 21, 2017, 10:36:44 PM
Lalli Flagging, What The Cat's Dragging
Tuuri contemplating,
The broken talking device.
Emil and Lalli ambulating,
Through snow and ice.
Lalli looking exhausted,
Why does he have the bag?
The ground, tracking across,
What a weight, what a drag!
One half of the pair chosen,
Looking tired and unwell.
Crossed the distance frozen,
To a structural shell.
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Silent World Is So Lame
(based on For The Love Of The Game by Semisonic)
In this morning of the week after the fight
I was feeling like I'd lost my inspiration
Now in the shopping trip, I'm feeling not quite right
I can't do a thing about my blood relation
These poor idiots can't even say my name
I only came along with her, I'm dragged along by kin
We all know what's gonna happen...
Silent world is so lame
Sometimes you've gotta cry a little
Silent world is so lame
Maybe even gotta die a little
Silent world is so lame
I made a sacrifice I never thought I'd have to make
I'm down in the bottom of my life with all hope gone
And I'm feeling like I've never ever felt before
Now in the solitude of feeling like a minion
My heart's bleeding in the sunshine, I can take no more
All my squadmates seem to lack a sense of shame
They only came to play as thieves, just see the state I'm in
And we all know who's gonna give in
Silent world is so lame
Sometimes you've gotta cry a little
Silent world is so lame
Maybe even gotta die a little
Silent world is so lame
I made a sacrifice I never thought I'd have to make
Silent world is so lame
Sometimes you've gotta cry a little
Silent world is so lame
Maybe even gotta die a little
Silent world is so lame
I made a sacrifice I never thought I'd have to make (I made a sacrifice...)
Sometimes you've gotta cry a little
Silent world is so lame
Maybe even gotta die a little
Silent world is so lame
I made a sacrifice I never thought I'd have to make
Post by: corncobman on May 30, 2017, 01:20:43 AM
Feel Like Dropping, Never Stopping
At the chosen site,
Shopping with prices waived,
With Emil's might,
The glass-ed door caved.
Being led by the hand,
The scout cat-man listless.
How much more can he stand,
Of this twisted existence?
Gradually losing,
His mind and his will.
Depraved and confusing,
He's had in excess of his fill.
On long tiring missions,
Adding to injury, insult.
Ever sleep deficient,
Dragged around without consult.
Slowly being broken,
By all his experiences.
Motions and spoken,
An unending weariness...
List items demanding.
Everything has no meaning.
Squad mate, not understanding.
Only interested in gleaning.
Post by: Windfighter on May 30, 2017, 01:34:39 AM
What a scout likes
Cookies
Cookies cookies
Weird messy person
Cookies
Post by: corncobman on June 01, 2017, 11:16:15 AM
Finder Smug, Smack With The Jug
Ever the observant,
With the container butt,
Before they go divergent,
Bonked on his coconut.
Emil's suggestion,
Of finding separately,
Met with mild aggression,
Failed to spot the jugs did he.
Are your eyes blind,
Where are you goin', yo?
For other items to find,
Together they stick, so.
Together through the aisles,
Dragging his bag in tow.
Going down the list compiled,
For most important wheelbarrows.
--------------------------
Burden (based on Bourbon by Rory Gallagher)
Well, he's dragging down the burden like it's a bag of rocks
Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop
He's whacking 'round his bud with a plastic jug that he seized
He had his job 'till breakfast, scouting by moon
Carrying their bag and it's inopportune
His head is held high but his heart is on it's knees
Well, he'll get no repose running all day around
Gotta help the cleanser or he'll burn the place down
Another destination, no more transport with ease
Well, they leave behind a vehicle, now they have a handicap
They tried to make it work; now it's a pile of scrap
He had to smack the Swede, it's right behind you, geez
It's a bonky-bonk engagement
But there's no better face to play
His face feels like a re-arrangement
He's getting more blind every day
Well, there's no way of telling how much of him remains
He's struggling on and nobody knows his pains
But something keeps them moving, chasing on through again
But as they keep on shopping, through the garden-ware
Picking up the ancient trash, without any cares
Only time they're spending, hope the list is all there
It's a bonky-bonk engagement
But there's no better face to cave
He's bit by the silent statement
He's getting more dazed in this way
Well, he's dragging down the burden like it's a bag of rocks
Trying to quell a feeling he knows ain't gonna stop
He's whacking 'round his bud with a plastic jug that he seized
He had his job 'till breakfast, scouting by moon
Carrying their bag and it's inopportune
His head is held high but his mind is on it's knees
Post by: Athena on June 04, 2017, 04:49:58 PM
Kallohonka
Atop a tree hangs the skull - antlers
firm attached like branches.
Facing to the stars and setting sun - east,
facing is the skull of beast.
In life it was a moose,
prancing strong through the spruce.
Then illness came
with will to maim,
and moose, left with no honour,
twisted into monster.
Its end was swift - barely a trifle,
at hands of scout and rifle.
Cleansed it is to be,
spirit tormented shall be free,
body left as but a curio,
spirit free with herds of Tapio.
Song of scout rings through the trees,
plea to gods carried on breeze,
melody then does decrease,
silence of a soul at peace.
Post by: corncobman on June 05, 2017, 11:02:43 PM
Single Flower Thrives, Containers Or Five
Secluded from the gloom,
Something still survives,
A single flower blooms,
The sun keeping it alive.
Sleeping bags under arm,
The wheelbarrow Emil moves.
He sees the wee bloom, charmed,
Such a sight softly soothes.
By a tiny oasis spellbound,
The Swedish man there viewed.
'Till the scraping noises sound,
Shattering the peaceful mood.
The wordless scout man brings
Umbrella, pots, bucket of plastic.
None of the requested things,
Somehow over enthusiastic...
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Pg 729
Everything Took, Hey Hey, Look
This thing ain't a tent,
Nor is that other stuff.
The harsh Swedish gent,
Taking a stance tough.
This thing however,
A tent it might be.
Now their endeavour,
Is fulfilled completely.
A great job they did!
They have all that they need.
But the sadness he can't rid,
Shoulders slumping indeed.
Now notice Emil takes,
He sees the depression clear.
His bleeding heart aches,
Hey hey, Lalli, look here.
Some words of cheer can,
The cleanser man impart?
Will Lalli understand,
And will he take heart?
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Pg 730
In A Slump, Friendly Fist Bump?
You know, Emil does care,
Lalli's worried about things.
See that flower there?
It's almost spring!
Soon civilization's embrace
And summer will have come.
A good auspice, dear mage,
So don't be so glum, chum.
Things are tough, but,
His optimism hasn't decreased.
Because no matter what,
They'll be friends at least.
They'll be happier than they were
Coming in at the start.
Come on, fist bump, he for sure
Understands the 'friend' part?
Post by: corncobman on June 07, 2017, 10:42:48 PM
Don't Understand, Reprimand
His guard endures.
Lalli erected a wall.
Friendly gestures
Didn't happen at all.
Remaining oblivious,
To suffering in his past.
Emil must seem frivolous,
Though never told, no-one asked.
To come here was absurd,
They had a life once again.
Emil can't understand his words,
Each dripping with disdain...
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Tiny Mancer (Tiny Dancer by Elton John and Bernie Taupin)
Too mean maybe, Lalli baby, distressed Finnish man
Angry eyed, irate guy, not behaving as I planned
Unforeseen, uh, you're just displeased, yeah, ranting as we stand
And now he's cranky, seems unhappy, tiny mancer out of hand
He just freaked out, when I speak
Man, he's livid by the gods
Reel it back, he just attacked
It feels as if I've just been shot
Finnish man, I can't understand
In his cross delirium
Raving on, so what's gone wrong?
No words I know, I'm feeling dumb
But oh how it feels surreal
Sudden here, with moody feels
Only you and you are clearly
So melancholy, Lalli
Slow your scoldin', tiny mancer
Can't hear the words thrown in my face
Break it down, my head is spinnin'
I don't get anything you say
Whoa there broseph, tiny mancer
It's like a blur goin' my way
Break it down, my head is spinnin'
I don't get anything you say
Too mean maybe, Lalli baby, distressed Finnish man
Angry eyed, irate guy, not behaving as I planned
Unforeseen, uh, you're just displeased, yeah, ranting as we stand
And now he's cranky, seems unhappy, tiny mancer out of hand
But oh how it feels surreal
Sudden here, with moody feels
Only you and you are clearly
So melancholy, Lalli
Slow your scoldin', tiny mancer
Can't hear the words thrown in my face
Break it down, my head is spinnin'
I don't get anything you say
Whoa there broseph, tiny mancer
It's like a blur goin' my way
Break it down, my head is spinnin'
I don't get anything you say
Post by: Caro on June 08, 2017, 03:36:45 AM
Tunnen vedon kotimaahan,
Tuttuun tupaan, emon pesään
Tuoksua kotoisaa kaipaan
Rantoi, niittyjä ja metsää
Vie kutsuni niille maille
Kanna kotokankahille
Etten sure ikävöiden
Vaikerrellen, kyynelsilmin
Suojaa, Kuutar, palvojaasi
Vellamo tyynet vedet piä
Kivutar pysy muualla
Ukon myrskyt toisil' mailla
Jotta vielä takas pääsen
Kauas vierahilta mailta
Että näen kodin vielä
On kulkijal' onni siellä
Literal translation:
I feel a pull for my homeland
To a familiar cottage, mother's nest
I miss the homely scent
The beaches, fields and forest
Take my call to those lands
Carry it to my home
So that I don't grieve longingly
Mourning, with teary eyes
Protect, Kuutar, your worshipper
Vellamo, keep the waters calm
Kivutar (goddess of pain) stay away
Ukko's (god of thunder) storms elsewhere
So that I may yet go back
Far away from foreign lands
So that I may see home again
For that's where a traveler's joy is
Post by: Róisín on June 08, 2017, 05:06:37 AM
Post by: corncobman on June 08, 2017, 11:48:59 PM
No Smiles, Scout Riled
History is doomed,
To repeat itself.
Opening old wounds,
On his mental health.
If Emil had gone through,
What Lalli indeed had,
A more morose view,
And similarly sad?
He wouldn't generate,
A smile like he has been.
The Swede frustrates,
Misunderstanding the Finn...
Post by: corncobman on June 12, 2017, 02:21:24 AM
Facial Critique, Feline Too Weak
They are too different,
Friendship Lalli does snub.
Insulting as he vents
The face of the poor bub.
The handles he seizes,
Prepared to move sans support.
His lack of bulk the reason
The dramatic exit was thwarted.
Emil's annoying face,
He never liked it anyway.
The barrow he tried to displace.
He's too weak, so it stayed.
Post by: corncobman on June 13, 2017, 03:07:33 AM
Relations Regress, Wild Flower Pressed
Lalli storming off,
With the Swede in his wake.
Leaving the wheeled trough
For the cleanser to take.
His friendship in tatters,
He forlornly pushes,
He hears a noisy clatter,
The pretty flower's smoosh-ed.
By the sight disgruntled,
It is indeed such a shame.
So he, laden, trundles,
To whence they both came.
Post by: corncobman on June 15, 2017, 11:17:09 PM
More Disgusting Proclaimed, Will Sustain All The Same
As day slowly descends,
Lalli sits far apart.
Seemingly unmended,
The wounds in his heart.
Jugs becoming filled,
Visually adjudged,
Managing to distil
Even worse looking sludge.
It'll sufficiently sustain,
For the remaining duration.
Nastiness there contained,
Sigrun just makes observations.
No accounting for taste,
No one there would quaff.
This candle tallow paste,
Would put hairs on or take 'em off!
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Pg 736
Forced Compromises, Leaving Their Prizes
The trio in the sunset
Readied their food supplies.
Inside Reynir sweats,
Paints on sheets oversized.
Painting runes in black jet,
Designs he himself devised.
With night comes the threat,
So toiling in his enterprise.
Not all the books can they get,
Such a waste in Tuuri's eyes.
Perfectly fine written assets,
But non-essential merchandise.
Wrapped up, stacked to forget,
Many dozen tomes organised.
Suddenly black noises beset,
Illness begins to metastasise...
Post by: corncobman on June 18, 2017, 11:30:32 PM
Realisation, Need Conversation
Tuuri feeling the twinge,
Takes a step out-of-doors.
Skald is mildly unhinged,
With a hint of remorse.
With a sigh, she expounds, now
Brother's guidance she seeks.
Even if he wasn't bed-bound,
They have no way to speak...
She now realises the fact,
That she is afflicted with curse.
Dark noises making contact,
And it will only get worse...
Post by: corncobman on June 19, 2017, 10:45:43 PM
Illness Overtaking, Puss In Boots Quaking
Tuuri tries to purge,
The head voices aching.
In the corner submerged,
Kitty is forsaking.
"Don't be afraid",
It's only her, Tuuri.
She cannot persuade,
Only thoughts are to flee.
With a painful bite,
A leap away and a hiss.
Instinct to take flight,
Forever dismissed.
The ruckus Reynir detects,
Kitty can't be restrained.
Clearly Illness infected,
Soon with worms on the brain...
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Try and Live Again
(based on Try And Love Again by the Eagles)
Well she's out there on her own
Where insanity can find you
Like a circle goes around
You were lost and then you found out
What it all comes down to
One by one
The lonely feelings come
Day by day, they slowly pull away
Oh, the look was in her eyes
The nether voices now have found her
She is running out of time
Even though she says she's fine
Like a spectre, dark surrounds her
Should I stay or go?
I really want to know
Would I lose or win
If I try and live again?
Oh oh oh gonna try and live again
Oh oh oh I'm gonna try and live again
Oh oh oh gonna try and live
Right or wrong, what's done is done
It's only moments that we borrow
But the thoughts will linger on
Of the lady skald foregone
Won't be many more tomorrows
Well, it might take weeks
Even now the shadow speaks
Don't let go
When you have it you will know
Oh oh oh, gonna try and live again
Oh oh oh, gonna try and live again
Oh oh oh, gonna try and live again
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Sometimes lose, sometimes win,
Sometimes you need a friend
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Gonna cry, gonna cry, gonna cry, gonna cry
Gonna cry, gonna cry, gonna cry, gonna cry, gonna cry-y-y
Gonna cry, gonna cry, gonna cry, gonna cry
Gonna cry, gonna cry, gonna cry, gonna cry, gonna cry-y-y
Post by: corncobman on June 21, 2017, 10:57:00 PM
Self Reflection, Clear Infection
"Hello?" is the question,
From the maker of runes.
Interrupted expression,
As she touches her wounds.
She glances aside,
An object her eyes catch.
To see with her eyes,
The inflicted scratch.
Mirrored reflection,
Of a skald in turmoil.
Blotchy complexion,
Her skin broke out in boils.
The Illness contracted,
Clear as day, verified.
Now a matter of fact,
She's dying inside.
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Crawling Live Inside Your Head (based on Summertime in Heidelberg)
When it's crawling live inside your head
There's shadow everywhere
All you see is stress, only loneliness
And the dark hand plays with your hair
Every day is like a horror day
Trolling underneath your skin
With passing time you become more impaired
With a smile that's wearing ever thin
The rash disease, your blood will freeze
Your transformed mind will go astray
Living nightmare for those ensnared
Your flesh will rot away
Stange things happen to your monster bite
Then the bells begin to chime
It could happen to someone just like you
Inside your mind, on borrowed time
Post by: corncobman on June 23, 2017, 12:55:22 AM
Head Aching Worse, Need To Converse
Reynir is confused,
Was it cat committed?
Tuuri self-excused,
Sneakily she exited...
With her hands pressing,
The sides of her head pound.
Head aching, distressing,
Solitary cousin found.
Lalli sitting alone,
With his back to his peers.
Now her mind's blown,
Perhaps she'll share her fears.
"Hi Lalli", says she,
Striking conversation.
"Hi?" Lalli queries,
A family consultation?
Post by: corncobman on June 26, 2017, 12:35:13 AM
From The Scout Who Sits, Better Get Used To It
Making talk small,
Before Tuuri mentions,
The dark, shadowy call,
Source of much tension.
Lalli can also hear them,
Even now, albeit weak.
Why do the questions come?
A false answer, so to speak.
Just talking with Reynir,
He hasn't heard them before.
Just substitute him for her,
In this familial rapport.
Lalli understands a bit,
The voices broken and frayed.
Need to get used to it.
They won't ever go away...
Post by: corncobman on June 26, 2017, 10:21:59 PM
Going To Bed? Mask Off Head
Will the voices separated
Ever find a way beyond?
With a guide initiated,
Else unknown thereupon.
Well, she's going to bed,
At least that's what she says.
Shoulders droop, weary head,
A resigned look on her face.
The bad end will begin,
Mind broken, heavy brow.
Taking mask off her chin,
There's no point to it now...
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Bad Vibrations
(based on Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys)
I, I feel swallowed up in despair
And the way the shadow seems to rend and tear
I hear the sound of a broken word
On the wind that leaves me hurt and unprepared
I'm sick o' these bad vibrations
It's giving me desolation (Oom stop stop)
I'm sick o' these bad vibrations (Bad vibrations, oom stop stop)
It's giving me deprivation (Deprivation, oom stop stop)
Ooh, vi, ooh, bad vibrations (Oom stop stop)
It's giving me degradation (Degradation, oom stop stop)
Ooh, vi, ooh, bad vibrations (Oom stop stop)
It's giving me desperation (Desperation)
Close my eyes, they're somehow closer now
All the while, I know I've lost my mind
Well it's a sure demise
See ghosts with me to a broken world
I'm sick o' these bad vibrations
It's giving me desolation (Oom stop stop)
I'm sick o' these bad vibrations (Bad vibrations, oom stop stop)
It's giving me deprivation (Deprivation, oom stop stop)
Ooh, vi, ooh, bad vibrations (Oom stop stop)
It's giving me degradation (Degradation, oom stop stop)
Ooh, vi, ooh, bad vibrations (Oom stop stop)
It's giving me desperation (Desperation)
(Ahh)
(Ah, my, my, what frustration)
I don't know where but I'm going there
(Oh, my, my, what a sensation)
(Oh, my, my, what mutation)
(Oh, my, my, what)
Gotta stop these buzzin' bad vibrations, it's maddenin', it hurts
Gotta stop these buzzin' bad vibrations, it's maddenin', it hurts
Gotta stop these buzzin' bad vibrations, it's maddenin'
(Ahh)
Ooh, vi, ooh, bad vibrations (Oom bop bop)
(I'm pickin' up bad vibrations) (Oom bop bop)
It's giving me desperation (Desperation, oom bop bop)
Ooh, vi, ooh, bad vibrations
Na na na na na, na na na
Na na na na na, na na na (Bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
Do do do do do, do do do (Bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
Do do do do do, do do do (Bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
Post by: corncobman on June 28, 2017, 11:54:20 PM
She's Gone, To Be With The Swan
Off with the mask and a run to the trees
Gripped with the resigned fate of rash disease
To water's edge, looking up to the sky
A red bird flying, it's really goodbye
She never thought it would really come true
But now there's only one thing left to do...
Realisation and fear taking hold
Seeing the footprints to the water cold
Shout desperate but too slow is it heard
Into a watery grave now interred
Racing downslope in vain but it's too late
Go on her own terms, the bold Tuuri's fate
Onni, sorry. Someone should have told you
With Tuonela to journey anew
"No! Stop! Come back! You can't leave me alone!"
The owl dropping from the air like a stone
Like a bright candle out before its due
Her life was cut short, what now for the crew?
The impact like a thundering bombshell
Brave skald mechanic, god speed and farewell
Post by: KiffyBee on June 29, 2017, 01:49:17 PM
LITTLE BIRD
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The solemn Cat and lively Bird
Treaded 'cross the lands of Death
The Owl fretted endlessly
With every waking, sleeping breath
The daring Fox, pragmatic Bear,
The hopeful Dog and Fire-Fly
Their only four companion souls
All looked to the horizion high
As did they, with naught a thought
To ghosts and gremlins, trolls of rot
The Bird had seen her only shot
Words of old were what they sought
The motley crew, they trundled on,
Facing threat of life and limb,
Within their rolling fortress strong
The heroes always, always win.
But the world, the world is an unfair place
With every risk there comes a price
And soon did both the Cat and Bird
Regret not thinking, thinking twice
The Owl, resting, second-guessing
The untruths of the faithful Dog
Let himself be fooled and faded
Back to dreaming, sleeping fog
It's just a bite, it's just a scratch
A little thing, an itching pain--
But no, but no, so said the Blight
The price of breaching Death's domain
The ocean, ocean, cold and dark
Yet offering her final hope
Beckoned, beckoned Little Bird
No time to weep, nor time to mope
A bleeding heart and beating wings
Lifted to the skies above
Sleep deeply, deeply, Little Bird
And dream sweet dreams of life and love
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The solemn Cat and lively Bird
Treaded 'cross the lands of Death
The Owl fretted endlessly
With every waking, sleeping breath
The daring Fox, pragmatic Bear,
The hopeful Dog and Fire-Fly
Their only four companion souls
All looked to the horizion high
As did they, with naught a thought
To ghosts and gremlins, trolls of rot
The Bird had seen her only shot
Words of old were what they sought
The motley crew, they trundled on,
Facing threat of life and limb,
Within their rolling fortress strong
The heroes always, always win.
But the world, the world is an unfair place
With every risk there comes a price
And soon did both the Cat and Bird
Regret not thinking, thinking twice
The Owl, resting, second-guessing
The untruths of the faithful Dog
Let himself be fooled and faded
Back to dreaming, sleeping fog
It's just a bite, it's just a scratch
A little thing, an itching pain--
But no, but no, so said the Blight
The price of breaching Death's domain
The ocean, ocean, cold and dark
Yet offering her final hope
Beckoned, beckoned Little Bird
No time to weep, nor time to mope
A bleeding heart and beating wings
Lifted to the skies above
Sleep deeply, deeply, Little Bird
And dream sweet dreams of life and love
Post by: Gwenno on June 29, 2017, 06:12:35 PM
A bleeding heart and beating wings
Lifted to the skies above
Sleep deeply, deeply, Little Bird
And dream sweet dreams of life and love
Pretty poem and welcome to the forum. If you have time, might I suggest introducing yourself here - https://ssssforum.com/index.php?topic=131.3075
How about instead of making a new topic for this, you add it to the Poetry Collection?https://ssssforum.com/index.php?topic=4.855 (https://ssssforum.com/index.php?topic=4.855)
I will combine the posts in a few hours when I get home. KiffyBee, would you be okay with having your post moved to the relevant thread?
Post by: KiffyBee on June 29, 2017, 11:55:30 PM
Pretty poem and welcome to the forum. If you have time, might I suggest introducing yourself here - https://ssssforum.com/index.php?topic=131.3075
I will combine the posts in a few hours when I get home. KiffyBee, would you be okay with having your post moved to the relevant thread?
Sure, I don't mind! Sorry 'bout that, I was pointed to this forum like 20 minutes before I went to work so I just slapped this up before getting to read any of the forum rules or look for collections.
Post by: corncobman on July 03, 2017, 02:55:06 AM
Flock Bygone, Escort By Swan
For the few good-hearted,
The end, their destiny.
Go, dearly departed,
To endless serenity.
Past the rapids frozen,
The bird's path and summer vast.
For those lucky few chosen,
They will reach it at last.
A red swan as a guide,
For many a bird.
Travelling side-by-side,
Between realms to transfer.
Signifying eternal rest,
The end of one's road.
For those truly blessed,
Quietful soul's abode.
Few living have gone there,
Returning, even fewer have done.
But the chance is not ne'er,
For another meeting, bar none.
Large crimson wings spread,
Like an open umbrella.
To a place beyond led,
Distant realm of Tuonela.
Post by: corncobman on July 10, 2017, 12:13:45 AM
In The Forest, Kneeling, Depressed
Like a nightmare waking,
Alone with the trees.
On the verge of breaking,
Down on his knees.
Lonely undertaking,
Reporting what he sees.
Post events earthshaking,
Might make his heart freeze.
Slowly losing control,
Mental degradation.
Never again be whole,
In forced separation.
Lost part of his soul,
In a mournful position.
Paying a heavy toll,
On this far-travelled mission.
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Post Drown (based on Ghost Towns by Radical Face)
I've got no need for open roads
'Cause all I own fits on my back
I see the world from rusted trains
And always know the world is black
'Cause all my life is wrapped up in today
No past or future here
If you aren't here with me too
You just walked in the tide
But I miss you
But there's no comin' home
It's all monochrome
Couldn't say goodbye
I still think of you
But everyone knows
Yeah everyone knows
And I can't let it go
I've seen more places than I can name
And over time they all start to look the same
But it ain't that truth we chase
No, it's the promise of a better place
But all this time, I've been chasin' down a lie
And I know it for what it is
But if only you could have lived
So I'll struggle by
I still miss you
There's no goin' home
It's all monochrome
No-one by my side
I still dream of you
But everyone knows
Yeah everyone knows
And I can't let it go
Post by: corncobman on July 18, 2017, 12:23:14 AM
Sadness Wracked, Tree Bark Whacked
With the sun rising,
Light hits the ground.
A day demoralising,
Now one person down.
Internal agonizing,
Lalli begins to pound.
Mind destabilising,
Already tightly wound.
The pain, how it stings,
The tree takes his ire.
The others gathering,
Surrounding the fire.
Total lack of sleep,
Saw no warning signs.
Now collapsed in a heap,
The mourning feline.
Translator's departed,
His connection gone.
The man disheartened,
How will he carry on?
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Pg 754
Grave Cairn, Crew Despairin'
Moving rocks to form,
Too hard to dig ground.
Still smoking, warm,
A makeshift cairn mound.
An event sobering,
For the leader proud.
Responsibility shouldering,
Now no longer as loud...
Solemn Norwegian boss,
Nearly out is her flame.
With the heavy felt loss,
It will ne'er be the same.
Face full of regret,
Her eyes sadness racked.
The remaining quintet.
Have to start their way back.
The shepherd mage raggedy,
Couldn't help with his signs.
Hit hard by the tragedy,
In the cabin confines.
The sadness is choking,
Dealt a massive blow.
Very few word spoken,
Only "We need to go".
Post by: corncobman on July 19, 2017, 11:39:36 PM
"Come On" Says She, Lalli Head Pressed To Tree
Can't spend more evenings,
Waiting like troll snacks.
So gather all your things,
Food, clothes and backpacks.
The Finnish mage though,
Deep in his own thoughts.
Some ritual to undergo,
Not moving from that spot.
She shouts "Lalli! Come on!"
No answer. Again "Lalli!"
Let us all get gone!
No time to dilly-dally!
At her second shout stressing,
What's making him so slow?
It must be most pressing,
In Swedish he shouts "Go!"
Post by: corncobman on July 21, 2017, 12:09:57 AM
Lalli Spooks, Put Up His Dukes
Now surprised stares
On the faces three.
Of words she's aware!
Sigrun can't leave Lalli.
To devices of their own
The leader can't leave.
Above all a scout lone
Whom she cannot speak with.
Telling Mikkel, the big man,
To go on a fetch quest,
With his bear-like hands,
It'll be for the best.
"I am sorry but you
Have to come with us now."
But Lalli's task isn't through,
Hands off - not allowed!
Shrugging his advances,
And running off to make space.
Raising fists, fighting stances,
And anger on his cat face.
Mikkel lowers his arm
And trying to placate.
He means Lalli no harm,
But will it translate?
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Cat Fighting (based on Chain Lightning by Rush)
Lethargy is outrageous
Sending off the dead
Head's pressed down to spirit invocation
Everything turns to lack of conversation
Damn these lagging mages
What goes through their heads?
Fetch him and interrupt his fixation
Grab him now and start our ambulation
Respond, migrate, get back, arbitrate
Sudden ire on his surprising
Recoils and springs as he flees uptight
His showing maybe grief
But he will try to fight
Grabbing him is reckless
Fists raised to his head
Calming down Lalli's aggravation
Babysit his botheration
Respond, migrate, get back, arbitrate
Sudden ire on his surprising
Recoils and springs as he flees uptight
His showing maybe grief
But he will try to fight
Reflected in another pose to strike
With movements unwise
Futile tries
Aggression in his bothered pair of eyes
Cookie gift confections
Better to get him fed
Poor response to your invitation
Try to stop an altercation
Respond, migrate, get back, arbitrate
Respond, migrate, get back, arbitrate
Sudden ire on his surprising
Recoils and springs as he flees uptight
His showing maybe grief
But he will try to fight
Reflected in another pose to strike
With movements unwise
Futile tries
Aggression in his bothered pair of eyes
Reflected in another pose to strike
With movements unwise
Futile tries
Aggression in his bothered pair of eyes
Reflected in another pose to strike
With movements unwise
Futile tries
Aggression in his bothered pair of eyes
(Cat fight)
Post by: corncobman on July 24, 2017, 01:03:53 AM
Ritual Inexorable, Emil Is Terrible
Those people can't make him,
In this way can't be bossed.
Don't disturb the Finn,
So that Tuuri won't be lost.
The cat mage bereaved,
They should just let him be.
He needs more time so leave,
Then he can make sure properly.
He isn't satisfied
With the funerary ritual.
He needs to correctly guide
For the presence spiritual.
Sigrun at least now can see,
The importance of the task.
She can't understand his needs,
So she gets Emil to ask?!?
She over-estimates, his
Language skills not the best.
His last attempt evaporated,
Surely the leader jests.
Just seeing their faces,
Can't understand their voices.
The scout in a bad place,
Only hearing noises...
Post by: corncobman on July 25, 2017, 09:39:10 AM
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...
Post by: corncobman on July 26, 2017, 10:42:18 PM
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.
Post by: corncobman on July 28, 2017, 12:00:31 AM
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.
Post by: corncobman on July 31, 2017, 12:22:23 AM
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.
Post by: corncobman on July 31, 2017, 11:19:10 PM
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.
Post by: corncobman on August 02, 2017, 10:38:18 PM
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.
Post by: corncobman on August 04, 2017, 12:26:49 AM
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
Post by: corncobman on August 06, 2017, 10:23:58 PM
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.
Post by: corncobman on August 07, 2017, 10:25:15 PM
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?
Post by: corncobman on August 21, 2017, 10:13:29 AM
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...
Post by: corncobman on August 22, 2017, 12:50:11 AM
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.
Post by: corncobman on August 23, 2017, 10:16:06 PM
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...
Post by: corncobman on August 24, 2017, 10:16:23 PM
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.
Post by: corncobman on August 27, 2017, 11:44:43 PM
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.
Post by: corncobman on August 28, 2017, 10:50:52 PM
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.
Post by: corncobman on August 30, 2017, 11:03:55 PM
Lalli-do? Where Are You?
On a float of ice,
The kneeling and comatose.
Lalli paid the price,
Further into water he goes.
His name again and again,
The frightened partner calls.
As his part-time mage friend,
Deeper and deeper falls.
"Say something! Anything!"
What did Lalli do?
To open water, floating.
With a shattered world view...
Post by: corncobman on August 31, 2017, 10:52:56 PM
Breakaway Floe, To Ocean They Go
The cleanser Swede,
With his fallen friend.
Heading with speed
Off the deep end.
A whimpering Emil,
"Help", weakly pleaded.
On the waves none too still,
Drifting unimpeded.
On journey untoward,
Into waters open.
With thin ice-d floor
Slips away all his hopin'
An unlucky break,
Casualty ill-afforded.
In the battle's wake,
Patience not well rewarded.
Post by: corncobman on September 06, 2017, 01:40:34 AM
Cat Lalli's Last Stand
(based on Achilles' Last Stand by Led Zeppelin)
It was a winter morning when they told us we should go
As we turned to you, you called at me
Why did you say no?
Without the time to have, suffer the dreams you always had
Oh, the many things, no air or space to burn again
Asking what fresh hell is this? To those waves down below
Inside the streets that steam and hiss,
The devils in dark holes
Oh, to sail away, from broken ice to open waves
Oh, to cry and scream, ride the ride, now swept up stream
Into the sea, the south the north, like glass we two are thrown
Tentacles of defilement fell, in pieces all around
Oh, to ride the sheet, to tread the bare crystal so thin
Oh, a futile shout, dying as we're ferried out
To bleak ocean whose vast expanse, the giant struck us cold
Behind us from the chosen path, conscripted into foam
Feline fell tiring, an altercation too taxing
So vast the broken sheet, gave out, the ice beneath our feet
Waves go by, now you and I, dazed, to eternal waters so
As far away and distant, our separation grows
Oh, the fear again, another blow, and yet more pain
Oh, all is gone and drained, sleeping now to rise again
Wondering & wondering, what place could be much worse
The plight of man so luckless, from a blessing to a curse
The plight of man so luckless, from a blessing to a curse
To a curse...
Waves flow away, flow away, flow away, flow away
Waves flow away, flow away, flow away, flow away
Oh, the plight of man so luckless, from a blessing to a curse
Oh, the plight of man so luckless, from a blessing to a curse
Post by: corncobman on September 07, 2017, 10:47:48 PM
From Wind And Cold, Cat Sleeper-Hold
Out of the wind shear,
The bedraggled pair.
Neither fully here,
Or altogether there.
With scout under wing,
The exhausted Swede droops.
From the wet and cold stinging,
Some place to recoup.
A building derelict
In which to take rest.
The two sodden and licked,
Body and mind, both a mess.
Frozen to the core,
Hindering their progress.
Hope there are no more
Of those uninvited guests.
Post by: corncobman on September 11, 2017, 11:30:54 PM
Growing impatience,
The pair are no-shows.
To this situation,
Vehemently opposed.
To worry, it's too early,
So says the stoic doc.
The Danish medic burly,
Tries to behave like a rock.
The scout will know
How to find a safe place.
As their campfire's aglow,
No worry on Mikkel's face.
With the Finn's skills,
He stays nerveless and steady.
If her looks could kill,
Sigrun would've done so already...
Post by: corncobman on September 13, 2017, 10:24:38 PM
Discussion Ends, 'Business' To Attend
"Don't go seeking
For them tonight."
Is Mikkel speaking
As if she's not bright?
Sigrun will not,
As she knows the rules.
She may be hot, but
She's nobody's fool.
Tomorrow she'll backtrack,
If they do not show.
Accepting this feedback,
Mikkel gets up to 'go'...
However Reynir,
Prevents his evacuation.
"Stop! Not over there!"
What is his recommendation?
Post by: corncobman on September 14, 2017, 10:32:51 PM
Ghosts Set Up Shop, Bathroom Break Stopped
Inside the wrecked vehicle,
Ghosts have taken residence.
Mikkel remains cynical,
No empirical evidence.
The spirits set up camp,
Inside the old van wrecked.
Many dark souls damned,
Although only he can detect.
What is going on?
What is Reynir saying?
The farmer with the brawn's,
Toilet visit belaying.
Informing the Dane,
That ghosts are nearby.
With a face like he's insane,
As if his words are a lie.
Both Reynir and the dumb cat,
Their remaining defence.
So take notice of that,
Even if they're quite dense...
Post by: corncobman on September 18, 2017, 12:40:09 AM
Where May I Go? Icily Row
Mikkel's arms raised, ironical.
Question in derisive tone.
Surely the man of protocol,
Should be less sarcasm-prone?
Where may he discharge?
He says that way is fine.
The apathetic man large,
A new direction consigned.
The leader can scarcely
Believe their hapless lot.
Sigrun saying so tersely,
Reynir's all that they've got.
Elsewhere, the toughest trial,
With misfortune saddled.
A man yet all the while,
Rowing with not a paddle.
Post by: corncobman on September 18, 2017, 11:39:40 PM
Seawater Almost Drank, Now Up The Snow Bank
Lalli lies on the ice floor
Only time may cure his ills.
Emil paddles with an ice oar
By sheer strength of will.
Making safely to shore,
In blustery wind chills.
Ere they freeze to the core,
Get up that snow hill.
Post by: corncobman on September 21, 2017, 12:59:50 AM
Door Bust, Needs Must
On damp ground sprawling,
Sodden, completely bushed.
After paddling and hauling,
Rest, then again he must push.
From the elements blowing,
Find shelter to protect.
They have to keep going,
Before hypothermia's effects.
A faint lonely street,
Distance unbelievable.
Lumbered with dragging feet,
Laboriously reachable.
On the derelict door,
Emil's mighty arms wrest.
From the wall it tore,
Needs must, time-pressed.
Post by: corncobman on September 21, 2017, 11:04:32 PM
Wait Here. Emil Will Peer
In the entrance,
Peering into the hall.
No sign of a presence,
Lalli can be installed.
Laying him floor-wise,
Wait here, he'll go check.
The cleanser will apprise,
With the scout on the deck.
His hands on his rifle,
As he surveys cranny and nook.
But neither cat's eyeful,
Nor with magic can he look.
Round corners, windows and
Through the hallways seeing.
With the Finn in limbo land,
It seems safe. For the time being.
Post by: corncobman on September 24, 2017, 11:17:02 PM
Boards Collected, Sofa Heat-Deflected
Raising some boards,
Armed with a bundle.
A lack of a landlord,
He's free to be a vandal.
Emil snaps underfoot,
For easier kindling.
His fuel on them put,
A bonfire in the building.
He lights the tinder
And covers up the cat.
But there'll be no indoor
Evening fire-side chat.
Post by: corncobman on September 25, 2017, 11:04:54 PM
Drying Coat And Mitts, Snooze A Bit
Hang jacket and gauntlets
On a clothesline to dry.
Emil only wanted,
For him to open his eyes.
Sufficiently thorough,
Painstaking care.
Perhaps on the morrow,
He'll be awake and aware.
But now the caretaker
Leans back for snooze.
'Til morning breaks there,
For the night is excused.
Post by: corncobman on September 27, 2017, 10:31:02 PM
Seer's Far Sight, Dream Forest Of Light
In glow of flame
The cleanser sleeps
The cat mage the same
But in much more deep
The trio estranged
Remainder of the squad
In a row arranged
Like peas in a pod
Sigrun's furrow-eyed
Her worry for her team
She cannot hide
Even in her dream
Reynir weak of mind
Fainter of heart
Again does he find
His inherent art
Forest of light
In spirit divine
A radiance bright
Like a beacon shine
Post by: corncobman on September 29, 2017, 01:33:03 AM
Ground Of Frost, Wanderer Lost
Approaching the trees,
Via way of pools.
In an air of cold freeze,
White wisps, currents cool.
The saddened man,
Briefly closed his eyes.
With a wave of his hand,
The barrier compromised.
Follows not the rules,
Of the fortifications.
The gifts of the fool,
Allow for their negation.
A blanketed sheet,
On the surrounding floor.
Pale frost underfeet,
Entering further more.
Predisposition shattered.
No longer so carefree.
While the squad is scattered,
Calling out for Onni.
Post by: corncobman on October 02, 2017, 03:38:28 AM
Explanation Due, Dark Ambience SHOOOH!
Has Onni awakened?
He has something to tell.
Reynir was mistaken,
Only now he's compelled.
Should have informed prior,
Of his sister's affliction.
They had conspired.
Now inevitable friction.
But there is no reply
To the Icelandic's query.
The change in the sky,
Ominously eerie...
Suddenly black pitched,
"SHOOOOH" - something afoot.
An unexpected sitch
With darkness taken root.
Post by: corncobman on October 02, 2017, 10:49:56 PM
No Discussion, Just Concussion
Out a fist flies,
Onni already knows.
Face pulverized,
As his anger grows.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?"
The augurer bellows.
Still attacking Reynir,
In his frenzied throes.
Can't they just speak?
He has no such regard.
Onni's fury at its peak,
As he slams Reynir hard.
Post by: corncobman on October 04, 2017, 09:00:40 PM
Relief, Now Grief
Reynir braces
For the next impact.
Melancholy replaces
His anger in fact.
His grip released,
Onni turns away.
Grieving the deceased,
Anything more to say?
Post by: corncobman on October 05, 2017, 11:43:33 PM
First Peeved, Bereaved, Don't Care, You Now Can Leave
What does he want with the man gripped by pain?
His unwelcome face has come once again.
Cat and the cleanser, they've lost contact with.
Why did she die, when this fool gets to live?
For what it's worth, Reynir's sorry - too late.
Washing his hands, he cares not for their fate.
"You can leave now...", turning, walking, grief wracked.
Saying lonely Onni: "...and don't come back."
Post by: corncobman on October 09, 2017, 09:32:33 AM
Talking's Hard, His Way Barred
The rookie dream speller
Tries one final plead.
Reynir plays counsellor
But Onni pays him no heed.
Does he have anyone else?
Perhaps he just needs to talk.
Onni excuses himself
Eyeing Reynir as he squawks.
Upwards go the dividers,
There's no way to squeeze.
Now no way inside there,
His way blocked by trees...
Post by: corncobman on October 10, 2017, 01:45:17 AM
Failed Locator, Try Again Later
That was an end dead,
A talk unproductive.
Turning back, Reynir treads
On a path self-reflective.
Wondering in his mind,
After this exchange,
How can the mage find
The pair lost and estranged?
In Lalli's safe space breaking,
With a cursory scan.
He must still be waking,
Not a sign of the man.
Post by: corncobman on October 11, 2017, 10:46:27 PM
Reynir Slinks, Feline Sinks
The Icelandic tromps
Without aim or purpose.
But the feline is swamped,
Beneath the water's surface.
Unresponsive, unthinking,
Unconsciously submiss.
And sinking, ever sinking,
Into the endless abyss...
---------------------------
The bad times, they just keep a-coming.
Into darkness, soundless, mind-numbing.
Plummet deeper, dream waves entangled.
Sinking, spark of life ever strangled.
Post by: corncobman on October 13, 2017, 03:30:50 AM
Back Fire (based on Cold Fire by Rush)
It was long after daylight
When we got ambushed by following slugs
I know for sure that words are worthless
I pushed my limits too far
He said to help him, so I exploded
I don't understand what happened
And when the giant tried to eat me
You know the impact was too hard
I would be drowned
If I didn't splash so hard
I would be drowned
If I sank on down
It was just after it went down
When we started drifting on broken ice floes
I just had to paddle harder
And we finally found land
I hope in the morning he'll be conscious
I don't understand the magic stuff
I'll just wait until the morning
This is so terrible man
Don't go too far
The pursuing waves of the many deceased
Magic back fire
Don't cross the line
The pattern of firelight on the air that was torn
Magic back fire
Don't let me down
The pain in the heart of the mage in the sea
Magic back fire
Don't break the spell
The book that was closed as she couldn't be mourned
Magic back fire
I would be drowned
If I didn't splash so hard
I would be drowned
If I sank on down
I would be drowned
If I didn't splash so hard
I would be drowned
If I sank on down
Don't go too far
The pursuing waves of the many deceased
Magic back fire
Don't cross the line
The pattern of firelight on the air that was torn
Magic back fire
Don't let me down
The pain in the heart of the mage in the sea
Magic back fire
Don't break the spell
The book that was closed as she couldn't be mourned
Magic back fire
I would be drowned
If I didn't splash so hard
I would be drowned
If I sank on down
I would be drowned
If I didn't splash so hard
I would be drowned
If I sank on down
In my mind it's temperamental
It could make for a long return
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Cold Wash Respond, In Lily Pond
With the sound of a splash,
In the cold waking wash.
Aware in a flash,
Swim after the slosh.
Going up for air, is
It air that he's breathing?
No contemporaries
In the dream interleaving.
Post by: corncobman on October 16, 2017, 10:24:12 PM
Eyes Do Discern, Jack-O'-Lantern
Looking left to right,
Turning head right to left.
Scanning with his feline sight,
But of company bereft.
Target the cat's eyes,
From the lily pond.
Light of weird shape and size,
In the haze just beyond.
----------------------------
Pg 802
Can Has A Ford, To Be Explored
A direction obtained,
He paddles towards.
Expanding his sight's domain,
As the water he fords.
The ellipse becomes square,
Picture becoming whole.
Dare he enter there?
A doorway to the soul.
Post by: corncobman on October 19, 2017, 03:43:50 AM
Lickety-Split, Behind Cabinet
Step on the rug,
In the corridor,
The water to shrug,
Onto the floor.
Hearing conversation,
Muffled, distant.
Avoid confrontation,
Contact-resistant...
Not a speech lover,
For even a minute.
Ducking for cover,
Behind the cabinet.
Post by: corncobman on October 19, 2017, 10:05:02 PM
Ready To Feed, Dream Of The Swede
But from the fore,
Familiar-sounding speech.
His head slowly explores,
Round the corner does reach.
His eyes do espy so,
Recognisable indeed.
This dream does show,
It's the fire-brand Swede!
Post by: corncobman on October 22, 2017, 10:40:03 PM
For Goodness Sake, Where's My Cake?
As the Swedish brat
Stares at the upcoming meal,
No father there sat,
But only outrage he feels.
The boy Emil is cross,
Snapping curtly back.
Not at parental loss,
But at the cake's lack.
He was supposed to
Have one for dessert.
His upbringing exposed,
Privileged butt-hurt.
Not that one, nay,
The other one instead.
Multiple cakes a day,
What a life to have led.
Post by: corncobman on October 23, 2017, 10:32:31 PM
Watch Food Disappear, How Is He Here?
Remember to place the
Dishes into the washbowl.
Get off Emil's case, he
Wants to fill his cake-hole.
Like in a feeding frenzy,
He impatiently screams.
Emil chose this to be
His living lucid dream.
Rubbing hands with glee,
He digs in to his meat.
Out of his eye sees Lalli,
With only questions to greet.
What happened to you?
And how are you here?
Nothing. Don't have a clue.
At least the words reached his ear...
Post by: corncobman on October 26, 2017, 10:11:01 AM
He's Asleep, Company Can He Keep
You're dreaming right now,
Don't start being weird.
Emil remembers, but somehow,
Things aren't fully clear.
He partially recalls,
He was standing guard.
But asleep did he fall,
In here a ball of lard.
His nanny becomes
Aware of his friend.
A childish in tantrum,
He'll stay till the end!
A bed Lalli makes there,
Laying down in the fluff.
Why does Emil have a caretaker?
The Swede's old enough!
Post by: corncobman on October 27, 2017, 02:03:18 AM
Cake Medium, Break Tedium
Staying for a stretch,
At least, is Lalli.
Until he can be fetched
To where he's meant to be.
Would you like cake?
The answer comes - no.
Although he partakes,
Even if he doesn't say so.
Emil doesn't mind,
The cat inside his dream.
The tedium he's confined
Is now different, it seems...
Post by: corncobman on October 29, 2017, 11:27:49 PM
Houses Fire-Hit, Just Ignore It...
Emil knows not what to do,
When he wakes from reverie.
Lalli sees a bright orange hue,
As he eats his confectionery.
There, buildings ablaze,
In the distance outside.
Directing his keen gaze,
The mage eagle-eyed.
'Oh, right', as if in a daze,
Saying the Swede detached.
No attention he pays,
To the burning land patch.
To the troubling trappings,
He says an apathetic line.
It's a thing that happens.
Just ignore it, it's fine.
Post by: corncobman on October 31, 2017, 12:53:36 AM
As The Cat Lies, Light In Swede's Eyes
Lalli can catch some zeds,
If that's what he desires.
Long before the fire spreads,
The dream always expires.
The Swedish man eats,
Letting the sleeping cat lie.
His dreaming on repeat,
A tortured soul fire-fly.
And so the scout naps,
Dream within dream, recline.
In the hearth, ember scraps,
When the morning beams shine.
Post by: corncobman on November 01, 2017, 10:13:22 PM
No Cat Astir, Thoughts Transfer
Now out Emil crawls,
From their sofa-fort.
Lalli's rousing stalled,
He's still on life-support.
"Don't do this please!
You were supposed to wake!"
Thoughts filled with unease,
Don't know what action to take.
Then "Just start walking."
"Stupid!" a voice in head says.
Who is this thought talking,
Stowaway soul other than his...?
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I'm Just Talking (based on I'll Get Even by Megadeth)
I'm lonely and abandoned
Washed up, left for dead
I'm lost inside the distance
Of the travel up ahead
Like a doused candle
Or a dampened fuse
I'm thinking about the time
We haven't got to lose
In your coma stranded
Caught up in your spell
In my dream you came
I hear a little voice yell
Ah-ah-ah, I can't even with you
I can't even with you, even with you
I'm jaded and extinguised
You haven't woke today
I'm lonely and I'm hungry
I don't even know the way
I'm like a bomb defusing
I got voices in my head
"Stupid, just keep walking!"
That's what the noises said
I'll get you back somehow
That's what I'm gonna do
I'll get you back somehow
Your voice is coming through
Ah-ah-ah, I'm just talking to you
Ah-ah-ah, you stupid buffoon
Gonna keep talking to you
You better hear inside you
'Cause there I'm gonna be
I'll be shouting from the shadows
You stupid messy Swede
Me, in ye, and me in thee decree,
That you need to walk, okay?
It's only me, Lalli
Ah-ah-ah, just keep walking, you fool
Gonna keep talking to you
Ah-ah-ah, that's what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna do
Ah-ah-ah, just keep walking, you fool
Post by: corncobman on November 02, 2017, 10:32:46 PM
Gone Insane? Composure Regained
Did he just hear that?
The voice just heard.
Was it the fallen cat?
No, that would be absurd.
That's it, he's gone insane.
Insane from the fret.
The voice inside his brain,
A contrarian outlet.
"If that's what you want
To tell yourself", says they.
But correct is the confidant,
To get moving is the only way.
So tying some sheets and straps,
In forming a fabric sledge.
To carry out the man who naps,
With his legs behind outstretched...
Post by: corncobman on November 05, 2017, 09:36:32 PM
Sarcastic Chitter, Drag Make-shift Litter
How can I do this?
"By not being pathetic."
The internal voice hissed,
Scathing and acerbic.
"Good advice, thanks."
Is Emil's sardonic reply.
Dragging the cat man of lank,
The now dual-personality guy.
Be careful with his body parts,
He doesn't want a concussion.
Don't take it to heart,
This infernal, internal discussion.
Post by: corncobman on November 09, 2017, 10:12:23 PM
Separately Going, Fore Shadowing
A group of three in a bind,
Shoulders, heads sagging.
Swedish man of two minds,
So doggedly dragging.
One cat pulled behind,
One pushed in front.
Invaders of weakened minds,
Shadowing on the hunt.
Their numbers divided, will
They be conquered like this?
Separate groups misguided,
Ad finem itineris?
Post by: corncobman on November 16, 2017, 09:36:31 PM
Separation Anxiety, Regroup Difficulty
A lonely night misspent,
Now backtracking is she.
Unexpected incident,
For the two absentees.
Of missing friends,
Not hide nor hair does she see.
If they don't re-attend,
Would be a catastrophe.
Through streets she wends,
But how can this be?
Reaching a dead end,
All lost out at sea?
Have they been sent,
An end most watery?
Nonetheless, in any event,
Down to just three...
Post by: corncobman on November 20, 2017, 01:42:20 AM
Slept With The Fish? Cry In Anguish
The end of the path,
A deep drop is all.
The group now hath
A great disaster befall.
Her both hands clutched
In widening despair.
It's all just too much,
Came true her nightmare.
Anguished retrace,
Now a wordless cry.
The lines on her face,
Increase and multiply.
Reynir's had his share.
On adventure overdosed.
Kitty doesn't care,
Medical scratching post.
Post by: corncobman on November 20, 2017, 10:50:18 PM
They Were Caught, To Go They Ought
Leader has returned,
With no companions in tow.
Her suggestions they spurned,
Now alone the three must go.
Seeing her expression,
Reynir can only exclaim "No."
With her grief suppression,
Completing her mission so.
"Nothing to do about it."
"Time to move" Sigrun spurs.
Losing cleaner and scout, it
Behooves them, they must go onward.
Post by: corncobman on November 22, 2017, 09:36:13 PM
Disaster Of A Mission, No Time For Contrition
The books to the site,
Their duty to deliver.
The cat and fire-lighter
Sold up the river.
The mission a disaster,
But the least they can do
Is make sure they last there
And not lose Reynir too.
So the three remaining
Set off once again.
With map, uncomplaining,
Ground Emil tries to regain.
Post by: corncobman on November 23, 2017, 09:57:29 PM
Map, Signed Directions, Distant Course Correction
A man with a chart
Staring at signs.
The cat tied up smart,
A ribboned bow entwined.
"We've got to be
Somewhere around here."
Map reading on his knees,
His goal nowhere near.
"We've drifted so far."
Emil contemplates.
Far removed the two are,
Circumstances dictate.
Post by: corncobman on November 26, 2017, 09:23:17 PM
They'll Be Late, Will Not Wait
By tomorrow maybe,
At the meeting location.
If they set out promptly
And move the whole duration.
Would they wait until then?
No, certainly not.
They'll think they're dead men.
Such is Lalli's inner thought.
Only stupid people would wait,
For someone thought of as dead.
The cat mage tells it straight,
Unequivocally embedded.
Post by: corncobman on November 27, 2017, 09:17:44 PM
Not Finished With The Map, The Impatient Voice Snaps
Half the battle is knowing,
For the cleanser in squat.
It's best directly going
To their pickup spot.
If they hurry in this case,
They'd not get left behind.
Hopefully at that place,
The others they'll find.
So the Swede puts away
The map, it's decided.
The inner voice loudly says,
It wasn't well enough read!
The voice takes issue, he
Wasn't done looking at that.
Emil opens it up to the
Closed eyes of the cat.
"Not that way, idiot!"
Can't you see his closed eyes?
How inconsiderate,
Insultingly criticised.
Post by: corncobman on November 29, 2017, 10:13:04 PM
Route Decided, Forward Motion Provided
Emil closely peers
In the map at his nose.
The eyes coming clear,
But which eyes are those?
Lalli memorises,
Sight within sight.
The route he advises,
You can start walking, alright?
------------------------------
Have Fool, Will Travel
(based on Have Cool, Will Travel by Megadeth)
Emil pack your brushes, we have had our fun
For our navigator man, there can be only one
Hard to cross the silent world, when I'm looking through your eyes
Now you can begin your walking, don't ask the reason why
Hey, hey, hey!
Walk in the light, a race against the sun
'Til it's all but over, and rejoin everyone
I'm stuck inside you man, thoughts are amplified
I can help you to see, nothing to do but try
Hey, hey, hey!
Fool, that's the wrong way, looking with my magic eyes
Think for just a moment, it's you that I'm inside
Have fool, will travel
Fool, that's the wrong way, looking with my magic eyes
Think for just a moment, it's you that I'm inside
Look inside, know it's true, inside you is me
Locked in and talking, it's embarrassing, I'm stuck inside the Swede
I have fool, will travel
Have fool, will travel
Have fool, will travel
Post by: corncobman on November 30, 2017, 09:15:42 PM
Focus On Your Soles, That's The Scout's Role
Emil needn't be on lookout
For troll nests on the way.
Since that's job of the scout,
Just keep your feet moving. "Okay?"
Leave Lalli to focus
On the scouting duties.
Speed is the onus,
So brains before beauty?
Now he starts the slog,
The mission to rendezvous.
Like a sledging dog,
Race to rejoin the crew.
Post by: corncobman on December 03, 2017, 11:37:10 PM
Deprivation, Deflation, Desolation
The trio in loss,
Lonely journey must make,
Thoughts in chaos,
While this they undertake.
Mikkel's calm exterior,
The others juxtaposed.
Atmosphere drearier,
Feeling isolated, exposed.
Two minds in turmoil,
For which no consolation.
Irrevocably spoilt,
Thus their vacation.
Elimination systematic,
No matter what they do.
Mentally traumatic,
Difficult to eschew.
Post by: corncobman on December 04, 2017, 09:20:30 PM
Virtually Flatline, Waking Feline
Wearily stumble,
Heavily land.
Resistances crumble
Like a castle of sand.
Teamwork collapsed,
Debilitation can't shake.
Body and mind gassed,
A fall with no break.
Spirit all but spent,
Activity close to flat.
The sound of the descent,
Wakes the slumbering cat.
-------------------------
Desperate Days (based on Separate Ways by Journey)
Here we stand
Worlds apart, hearts broken in two, two, two
Sleepless nights
Losing ground, I'm mourning for you, you, you
Feelin' that it's gone, can't walk on blind
If we can't go on, to survive the tide
Dark divides
Sad days always find you
Worse times aren't behind you
Death has now resigned you
Worse to come
And these are desperate days
This trip always hurts you
Cannot fully nurse you
Bad luck seems to curse you
Worse to come
And these are desperate days
Troubled times
Caught between confusion and pain, pain, pain
Losing lives
Promises we made were in vain, in vain, in vain
Can't let them go, you can't give up
Don't just walk alone, wait, just wait up
Just hold up
Sad days always find you
Worse times aren't behind you
Death has now resigned you
Worse to come
And these are desperate days
This trip always hurts you
Cannot fully nurse you
Bad luck seems to curse you
Worse to come
And these are desperate days
Oooooooooh
Sad days always find you
Worse times aren't behind you
Death has now resigned you
Worse to come
And these are desperate days
This trip always hurts you
Ever growing worse too
Bad luck seems to curse you
Worse to come
And these are desperate days
Eyes close and hit the dirt
Brief release from this hurt
Bad luck seems to curse you
Ever growing worse too
Nooooooooo
Nooooooooo
Post by: corncobman on December 06, 2017, 09:12:52 PM
Face-down In Slush, Aid In A Rush
A sound of a 'prrh?'
On the barrow sits.
Mikkel asks her,
Asking "what is it?"
Looking back to see,
On the ground he finds,
Sigrun lying and she's
Of unsound body and mind.
"Stay there" he commands
Reynir to remain.
Help is now at hand
From the medical Dane.
Post by: corncobman on December 07, 2017, 09:43:30 PM
Self Mocking, Cold Shocking
Overexerted herself,
Mikkel will carry her the rest.
For the good of her health,
No! She's failed the test!
Leave her behind,
She's not meant to return.
Safe carriage declined,
Refuge she hasn't earned.
Sigrun has became weak,
And as a leader she failed.
Death in disgrace she seeks,
"The gods will it" she wails.
Mikkel will have none of it,
Grabbing her by the scruff.
A pile of snow shoves in,
Into her back the medic stuffs...
Post by: corncobman on December 10, 2017, 09:41:49 PM
Sadness With Anger Replaced, Shake About Face
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Sigrun loudly exclaims.
No longer feeling blue,
Her anger thus enflamed.
Then grabbing, the medic,
Her visage he shakes.
Will it do the trick?
Survive whatever it takes.
"Are you thinking straight again?"
Asks the burly farmer man.
"Now listen closely" then,
Back to the mission at hand...
Post by: corncobman on December 11, 2017, 10:31:43 PM
Oh Humiliation, Prrr Commutation
It's not time to give in,
So buck up and dig deep.
Back safely he'll bring,
Either awake or asleep.
Help Mikkel will provide,
Whether you like it or not.
So, Sigrun, take a ride,
Before he gives you a shot!
So on the barrow he plops,
Sigrun with no dignity.
Are you comfortable on top?
Embarrassment's epitome.
It's been a heavy day.
"Prrr", agrees mascot kitty.
"We'll set camp soon", he says,
As Sigrun lies in humility.
Post by: corncobman on December 13, 2017, 09:22:54 PM
Call The Hearse, Infection Way Worse
In a broken old shack,
The trio set up tent.
Of energy there's a lack,
Sigrun feels almost spent.
Round her neck a sweater,
Totally unlike before.
"Are you feeling any better?"
Why, she's on death's door!
Her infection's gotten worse,
But is it in her mind?
According to Mister Nurse,
Better than yesterday he finds.
Post by: corncobman on December 14, 2017, 10:45:21 PM
10% Physicality, 90% Mentality, Story Not Reality?
Not everyone knows this.
Our health's determination,
By not physical fitness,
But ninety percent imagination.
So he thinks, correct?
That she imagines being sick?
Rather her mind may affect
Recovery, slow or quick.
So the medic tells a tale,
Of two men in fishing industry.
One's psyche was frail,
Like he would die out at sea.
The other's mind was steel,
Attacked by a sea beast nasty.
Guts shredded, in a week healed
Back to working capacity.
The first got a paper cut, and
Died of multiple organ failure.
It was all in his nut, the
Poor feeble-minded sailor.
Post by: corncobman on December 17, 2017, 11:51:08 PM
Weak Will Or Strong, Where Did It All Go Wrong?
You must have seen it
Happen yourself, Sigrun.
The strong will not to quit,
Or not, when they have none.
"Yeah", saying Sigrun, she,
Has seen it happen prior,
In her own hands recovery will be,
He can't dig her out of this mire.
Mikkel is quite surprised,
At the poor reaction of hers.
Her great experience belies,
The torture that she suffers.
It weighs on her conscience,
The sadness she exudes.
She's never experienced
A failure of this magnitude.
Post by: corncobman on December 18, 2017, 11:51:51 PM
Torn Asunder, Her Many Blunders
Never, not like this.
Unlike this before.
That's not what this is,
Not dying like a warrior.
It's more like a test
Of her worth in this role,
When she is hard pressed,
Combat trained, just her sole.
When she is not among,
The highly trained of her peers.
By her own petard she was hung,
Her joy replaced by her tears.
Their mission all but messed,
Everything that could went awry.
Didn't do her most best,
And so self-disqualified.
Mishappenings everywhere,
Exuberance thus curtailed.
Now sitting here in despair,
Feeling like she has failed.
Post by: corncobman on December 22, 2017, 12:29:33 AM
Purpose To Die? Wrong! Here's Why!
Her purpose foremost and first,
Was to protect everyone.
Now that it's reversed,
How can Sigrun go on?
If someone had to die,
It should have been her.
How can she go home, she sighs,
If they can't, dear sir.
"Look," says the farm-lander,
"I highly disagree with all that."
She wasn't even a real commander,
Being picked by the bureaucrats.
You can't be a real leader,
If you haven't faced defeat,
And overcoming it indeed,
Or your mistakes you'll repeat.
Post by: corncobman on December 26, 2017, 09:10:23 PM
No Towel Throwing, The Test Is Ongoing
What happened was a test,
Maybe you're right, Sigrun.
But from the man unexpressed,
The test has only begun.
If you give up everything,
You weren't worthy after all.
Surrender here wallowing,
Or fight on, it's your call.
From one look to another,
His words of impact astute.
From sadness and guilt smothering,
To hopefulness minute.
Will Mikkel's bait
To rally leader succeed?
Does he lift the weight and
Can her gloominess be freed?
Post by: corncobman on December 28, 2017, 10:52:56 PM
Weightless Virtually, Smiling Externally
"I'll still be a burden to
You two." Sigrun says.
Can't walk as fast as you,
Can't aim while in a haze.
She'll slow them some if
She's on the stupid barrow.
"It's quite alright" from him,
They've been barely slowed.
He doesn't mind pushing along,
She weighs nothing virtually.
But he somehow looks wrong,
When he's smiling happily...
Can't tell if serious,
Or if he's telling tall tales.
He must find this hilarious,
So tending her ails.
Post by: corncobman on January 01, 2018, 03:22:37 AM
Not For This Role, Shoot At The Fence Pole
"Come. Let's go," says Mikkel,
"Let's have supper." He goes on.
But he needs fighting skills,
If Sigrun's to pass the baton.
She hands her rifle to him,
But not for him to carry.
His aim, in his view, dim,
The Danish apothecary.
She says "Don't be silly",
He's been trained, at least a bit.
Can't be working, really,
In the military without it.
His protests maintaining,
This request's troublesome.
It's not the training,
It's a spacial awareness problem.
"No excuses!" Drop the pretence!
If Sigrun's not to die,
To shoot at the fence,
Mikkel at least has to try...
Post by: corncobman on January 02, 2018, 12:28:09 AM
Bullets Unguided, Not Bad, If Not Sighted
He takes aim carefully,
He fires from his gun.
His aim is bad, truly,
He hits with not one.
As a shooter, he's unfit,
Targetting ability be darned.
The farmer can't hit
The broad side of a barn.
His target pristine,
Though the surroundings not.
His eyes not exactly keen,
As evidenced by his shots.
"Hmh. You're not bad", she says,
For a person who's blind.
She has for the remaining days,
Another solution to find.
The medic's handicap severe,
Puts her plan in a crimp.
So next, maybe Reynir,
To make not-a-wimp...
Post by: corncobman on January 03, 2018, 09:21:17 PM
Downward Sliding, Never Reuniting
They'll just have to rely,
On only their stealth,
Since their medic has poor eyes,
With their fighter's bad health.
"Supper now?" Mikkel inquires,
"Sure." Sigrun replied.
Walking back to the campfire,
Striding side by side.
Mikkel asks how Reynir's doing
All's fine, he says, except...
Just sitting there stewing,
On all the things to reflect.
Thinking about how he
Will never again see family.
Brooding on how he'll be
In a long line of fatalities.
Post by: corncobman on January 04, 2018, 11:48:53 PM
Not Two Crises. One Per Day Please!
Reynir's no idea to prevent
The spirits from tracking.
He'll give in to the torment as
His abilities are lacking.
Resigned to his fate grim,
To keep them from his family.
The only way, let them take him,
And let the spirits kill he.
The medic then assists
- A bonk on the noggin!
To make him desist
And stop monologuing.
What was that for?
Was it needed at all?
Some sanity to restore,
Needed to get physical...
To make him think of
Something else instead,
A rain from above,
Blown to his head.
Both being traumatised
Is too much disarray.
One existential crisis
Is enough for one day.
------------------------
Won't Go Home (based on Welcome Home, Son by Radical Face)
Stop the spirits but I cannot run
Only one thing can be done
And I'll be the one who dies
I'll be saving everyone
Beasts enslaving, but I'll hold the line
Becoming one with all the ghosts
Never could do much
But this will all, I've made the most
Won't go ho-oh-ho-ho-ho-ome
Ho-ho-oh-ho-oh-ho-home
Ho-oh-ho-ho-ho-ome
Ho-ho-oh-ho-oh-ho-home
Trip was turning to a mess
Not a game and I didn't know
Turning to a beast
There'll be nowhere else to go
All the stars are turning black
Cannot take it any more
Couldn't fight or scout
But let them know I played my part
Bonk on do-oh-oh-oh-do-ome
Do-oh-oh-oh-oh-do-ome
do-oh-oh-oh-do-ome
Do-oh-oh-oh-oh-do-ome
All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
Doomed, this country I'll never leave
Now the dead's invaded all my dreams
And I don't know if I can
Here, in a place far-flung
I see the skulls
Come into my mind again
Post by: corncobman on January 07, 2018, 09:48:26 PM
Clearer Morn, Weary And Worn
They're all exhausted
After today's events.
Between the nauseous,
And the depression, they're spent.
When comes the morrow,
They'll be clearer of mind.
But back to the cat harrowed,
And the Swede on his grind.
Done far too much dragging,
It's enough for today.
With his reserves flagging,
Yet he cannot delay...
Post by: corncobman on January 08, 2018, 10:02:40 PM
Bright Eyed, Entry Denied
For shelter, one of those
Buildings will have to do.
That one proposed,
It has a fireplace too.
In decent condition,
What do you think?
In his eyes, the magician,
A glowing visual link.
Forward analysing,
With the magical glare.
The internal vocalising,
Suddenly "Stop." It declares.
Post by: corncobman on January 10, 2018, 09:30:52 PM
'Sure' He Replied, He Lied
He saw something inside,
Keep walking and don't look.
Something that darkness hides,
Lurking in the nooks.
But he turned to his side,
By temptation thus was hooked,
Instructions did not abide,
And his very soul was shook.
"I said don't look!" Lalli cried,
Too late, his goose is cooked.
Now he stands, horrified,
One glance was all it took.
Post by: corncobman on January 11, 2018, 10:26:19 PM
Dead Tide (based on Red Tide by Rush)
Nature has some new plague
Covering our streets
Plainly we are now sinking
We are doomed to defeat
Something lives on the dying gore
Shadows hide in houses and old stores
Men are ambushed frozen to the floor
And the dead tide watches once more
This is not a false alarm
This is not a test
Stay inside the sun
It burns the darkness within
Mind full of voices
And the daylight here's too thin
Bless the sun, the rain no more
Blackness turning in the open sores
Warnings falling to his deaf ears for
And the dead tide rushes once more
This is not a false alarm
This is not a test
Nowhere we can hide away
Nowhere we can rest
The buddies are disrupted by
Some uninvited guests
Deadline approaches
For the weary man
Told him to keep moving
But he let it happen as he stands
Too late for debate, too bad to ignore
Quiet whispers lead to living never more
Bring an ending to the men o' war
As the dead tide's coming once more
Now's the time to turn the tide
Now's the time to fight
Let us not go gently
To the endless dead of night
Now's the time to make the time
While day is still in sight
Let us not go gently
To the endless dead of night
Let us not go gently
To the endless dead of night
This is not a false alarm
This is not a test
Nowhere we can hide away
Nowhere we can rest
The buddies are disrupted by
Some uninvited guests
Let us not go gently
To the endless dead of night
Let us not go gently
To the endless dead of night
Let us not go gently
To the endless dead of night
And the dead tide watches once more
And the dead tide rushes once more
And the dead tide's coming once more
And the dead tide rushes once more
And the dead tide's coming once more
---------------------------------
"Hey!" He Pleads, But The Swede Pays No Heed
"Did you forget how walking works?"
Lalli calls, "Keep moving!" Fool.
Don't stare at ghostly visions, you berk,
Just saying, as a general rule.
But the fascinated and foolish Swede,
His thoughts and mind are dulled.
He paid the instructions no heed,
Lured by the call of the skulls.
"It's talking to me." Emil entranced.
Lalli shouts to him to no avail.
What an unfortunate circumstance,
"Stop listening to it!" He wails.
Post by: corncobman on January 14, 2018, 10:04:05 PM
Uselessly Shouted It, Snap Out Of It!
"Help me." "Help us." "Help us."
Calling out so despairing.
The voices cry in chorus,
As Emil continues staring.
"You have to kill us", they cry,
To the Swedish, so enfeebled.
But the piteous sounds lie,
Masking a malignant evil.
It will kill as you get close.
Don't go in, snap out of it Emil!
Deep in despairing throes,
Lalli tries, all for nil.
"Emil...", disheartened pleading,
Lalli says, "Focus on me."
He raises his gun, not heeding,
And with hope fading rapidly...
Post by: corncobman on January 15, 2018, 09:28:16 PM
Magic Thunderbolt, To Stop Swedish Dolt
"No! Stop! Stop!" Emil heeds not,
"I'm just going to kill it real quick."
Can they be easily fought?
Not an ideal battle to pick.
Running in isolated,
While tired, not best policy.
Is his mind contaminated
By the ghostly monstrosities?
"Don't worry," the Swede says,
He says he'll be back in a sec.
Lalli trusts more his experiences,
To keep the cleanser in check.
Teeth gritted, hands poised,
Then bright lightning flashed.
Through his head magical noise,
To jolt the cleanser, all too brash.
Post by: corncobman on January 18, 2018, 12:45:29 AM
Painful Incite, Blinding Headlight
A piercing, blinding light,
Through the Swede's eyes.
By the mage figment forthright
Actions, not words, edgewise.
Bleeding ears, the scout slight,
To stop Emil's trespass ill-advised.
Clenched teeth, gnashing bite,
His last resort agonised.
Collapsed by the smite,
Mutual pain synchronised.
Unable, thus, to fight,
Now the man immobilised.
Post by: corncobman on January 18, 2018, 09:46:58 PM
Dolt Dropped Flat, Won't Stop That
Painful migraine,
On the floor lie.
Writhing in pain,
Breathing a sigh.
Tempting again,
Call to the cleaner.
The Swede strains,
Scout's mind is keener.
"Come closer." "Come back."
"Come back!" He insists.
This mental attack,
Must do all to resist.
Again Emil flops,
He must stay still.
Lalli won't stop,
In this battle of wills.
Post by: MegaJar on January 19, 2018, 07:04:29 AM
Been a while since I posted a new filk!
Trolls of Summer
(based on Don Henley's Boys of Summer (https://vimeo.com/214448651))
Out on the road today,
I saw a dead troll hidin' in a dirty shack.
But Lalli's voice inside my head said
"Back, come back, you had better come back."
I thought I'd save that poor guy.
What did I know?
That soul is gone forever,
I should just let it go, but,
I can see you,
The grossling hiding from the sun.
You've got your flesh peeled off and your
Hypnotic voice, baby.
I can tell you, my fear of you will still be strong
After the Trolls of Summer have gone.
Post by: corncobman on January 21, 2018, 09:46:28 PM
Got In His Mind, Leave Them Behind
He wanted to play hero,
But they got into his head.
If he went inside the shadows,
Both of them would be dead.
In Lalli he needs to trust,
So turn and walk away.
You may believe it unjust,
But save yourself and the kittay.
Post by: corncobman on January 22, 2018, 09:35:24 PM
Will They Abate? He Can Negate
This you'll regret,
Some parting words shot.
He was supposed to go in,
Yet he was forced to not.
No more pretence or deceit,
A mass of spiny limbs.
They reach out and retreat,
Can no longer get him.
What if it chases?
It can't, building binded.
He can still hear the traces,
In the back of his mind.
Will they perpetuate,
The voices persistent?
Lalli can insulate, once
There's greater distance.
Some promising shelter,
He sees down the way.
He says "Go there."
So they can hit the hay.
Post by: corncobman on January 25, 2018, 07:56:15 AM
Fire's Aglow, Heads On Pillows
To place Lalli'd shown,
Dragging, encumbered.
To a solitary home,
Seems safe enough for slumber.
Setting up fireside,
Pillows by the hearth.
Growing heavy-eyed,
With his mental scars.
Doesn't take much to nod,
For one half of this team.
To rest his tired bod,
Again back to his dream.
Post by: corncobman on January 25, 2018, 10:27:42 PM
Friend He Can Be For The Nanny
Recovering after the spell,
His pain in the head.
All is fine, all is well.
Some aromas waft and spread.
Cakes, and other delights,
As far as the eye can see.
But in the corner of his sight,
Uh-oh, weird foreign nanny!
"Oh, hello dear!"
"Are you Emil's friend?"
"Uh..uh huh?" says the seer,
Is it real or just pretend?
He stares at the food,
For conversation prevention.
On it his eyes are glued,
Not really paying attention.
Post by: corncobman on January 28, 2018, 10:02:57 PM
Wasn't Round The Bend, Believe? It Depends...
She says, "Sweetheart,
Come eat, Emil."
He was coming, old fart,
No need to yell!
He spies the feline,
Grabbing a cake.
He was really in his mind.
There was no mistake.
Right, he now recalls,
He wasn't out of his gourd.
Should have tried harder, is all,
The lounger on board.
Would he have believed?
Says he, "Definitely!"
Not instantly achieved,
But eventually. Maybe.
Post by: corncobman on January 29, 2018, 09:09:01 PM
Thanks For Today. Okay
On the ice plank,
And today the Finn,
Emil wants to thank
For saving his skin.
He was going to barge,
Straight in with no thought.
Of his mind not in charge,
They would have got got.
Does he have this constantly,
With him being a mage?
Whispers taunting thee,
Unconsciously plagued...
A mouth full of dessert,
After curing his brain fever.
He has a new convert,
Now a magic believer.
Post by: corncobman on January 31, 2018, 09:44:05 PM
Too Feeling To Stop Mind-Stealing
Can Lalli be mind-dominated?
They have no influence any more.
Mages that can't repudiate it,
Are short-lived therefore.
Why could Emil be influenced?
So very weak is his mind.
No defence, no offence, since
He's too empathetic and kind.
Did it become fortuitous,
That the mage ended up in there?
They couldn't have seduced him thus,
If his mind with him didn't share...
Post by: corncobman on February 02, 2018, 02:53:30 AM
Access Point Unprotected, Position Unprecedented
The mage prisoner
Is a point of access.
As long as he's in there,
They're at risk, more or less.
Can be jointly attacked,
With this head-mate of his.
He wants to go back,
Don't worry, Emil says.
I'll help you get out of here,
Just tell me what you need.
Tell all, all-knowing seer,
In order to get freed.
But he says "I don't know."
What does he mean by that?
It means it's just so,
Not an all-knower, that cat.
When forcibly booted,
They can be lost forever.
With no return route,
Their self permanently severed.
But he hasn't heard of being
Trapped in someone else's mind.
So there's no guaranteeing
A solution they will find.
Post by: corncobman on February 04, 2018, 10:18:08 PM
Dad Won't Be There, He Doesn't Care
Don't know what'll transpire,
This unknown phenomenon.
If his body does expire,
Will he stay or go on?
Find his way to Tuonela,
Or be stuck in this limbo...?
Don't worry little fella,
You can trust him, you know.
They can find someone to assist,
Once they're out of there.
The meeting point won't be missed,
And he'll keep alive the pair.
The nanny informs re his dad,
But he shouts "I DON'T CARE!"
Can't she see his comrade?
She doesn't mind the spite unfair.
The way the Swede reacts,
Emil can't seem to control.
Acting like some kind of brat,
She must be on a high payroll...
Post by: corncobman on February 06, 2018, 02:25:00 AM
That Was Rude, Don't Be Weird, Dude
"I'm sorry that was rude."
"It was?" "Uh, yeah.", he says.
Yelling at people isn't good,
Also let's address...
When one thanks you, chum,
It is polite to say
To them "you're welcome"
And not simply "okay".
These lessons of his,
Quite a lot to take in.
Quickly put in practise,
By the magical Finn.
Good manners applying,
"Thank you", he chimed.
"Thank you for trying",
"And not leaving me behind."
Did Emil really hear correctly,
Were those words really spouted?
The teasing annoys Lalli,
"Don't be weird about it!"
Post by: corncobman on February 07, 2018, 09:18:13 PM
Sensitive Question, Incensed His Expression
Emil's just really happy,
To hear thanks from the Finn.
"Never again" says the crabby
Scout through his chagrin.
Just once is plenty,
What was his childhood like?
Manner no longer friendly,
Sudden hostility spikes.
That's none of his business,
Emil crossed the line.
Too soon to discuss this,
Will his progress be undermined?
He was just too excited,
To be able to talk, that's all.
A question asked, short-sighted,
He could rebuild the wall.
------------------------------------
Don't Ask Me by OK Go (with a few small changes)
Quit acting so friendly
Don't nod, don't laugh all nicely
Don't think you'll befriend me
Don't smile, don't be all pretendy
And don't try to reconcile
And don't flash that stupid smile
Don't ah-ah-ah-ah-ask me
Don't ah-ah-ah-ah-ask me
Don't ah-ah-ah-ah-ask me
Ask me how I've been
Don't think I've forgotten,
You're stupid and so reckless
So spoilt, so rotten
So friendly, so feckless
This is the final time
And don't get inside my mind
Don't ah-ah-ah-ah-ask me
Don't ah-ah-ah-ah-ask me
Don't ah-ah-ah-ah-ask me
Ask me how I've been
You over-reacted
So frank, so straight, so candid
So thoughtless, so tactless
So dumb, just so off-handed
You just crossed the line
Your empathy's a crime
Don't ah-ah-ah-ah-ask me
Don't ah-ah-ah-ah-ask me
Don't ah-ah-ah-ah-ask me
Ask me how I've been
Post by: corncobman on February 08, 2018, 10:38:09 PM
Too Many Food Portions, Emil's Not An Orphan!
Personal issues are
Off limits, Emil knows.
If he so chooses,
He can ask the Swede though.
To him, it's not injurious.
He minds not conversation.
Is Lalli not curious
About the current location?
Lalli doesn't need that,
He observes, hears and feels.
So making accurate
Conclusions revealed.
Too much food for one,
Big house, not a mother.
It means he was an orphan,
And adopted were the others.
"You were the only child left.
Very sad." Says the seer.
It was not as he guessed,
It's his home they see here.
Post by: corncobman on February 11, 2018, 10:04:11 PM
Quantity Commonplace, Too Tired, Keep The Pace
The food's not that much,
In fact they're normal portions.
Like a rich man, out of touch,
And probably wasting a fortune.
At least the cleanser stops,
From continuing with his line.
To change the subject, he opts.
It doesn't matter. It's fine.
Despite the circumstances,
He's glad to have company.
You understand this,
Lalli, don't you agree?
He's loathe to awaken,
Out there, it's such a grind.
How many days has he taken,
The Swede just wants to unwind.
Feels like three days, but just one,
Emil wants to sleep evermore.
But until they are home and done,
He will have to keep foot on floor.
Post by: corncobman on February 12, 2018, 10:54:09 PM
Tiredness Consuming, Long Travel Looming
Giving his eyes a break,
Leaning back, in dozing.
Going back to the cake,
The scout's not opposing.
Both slumbering, body
And mind in the deep.
Dream doubling squaddy,
Sleep within sleep.
The briefest respite,
From the long trek impending.
But for now, through this night,
All animation suspending.
---------------------------------
Just A Little Time For A Rest
(based on Once Upon A Time In The West by Dire Straits)
So sleepy, gonna keep on dreaming, must be sweet innit
Sharing imagination for a minute
Stopping thought process, arms and legs are gassed
Leaning just before I fall on my ass
Getting tired, maybe for the best
Oh yeah, just a little time for a rest
Yes, it's no use staying awake and rushing
It's still gonna get you if I can't do something
Animation suspense, it's a troubling place
Oh, I can't even go on pulling if I fall on my face
Strength's at zero, begging for a pillow's caress
So stressed, just a little time for a rest
Mind is weary, I'm going slower than I oughta
Both of us suffer if you never get brought there
Resurrection while I'm snoozing
Else big trouble and more time a-losing
Tomorrow it's gonna be most best
I guess, just a little time for a rest
Oh yes, just a little time for a rest
Gods bless, just a little time for a rest
I guess, just a little time for a rest
Just a little time for a rest
Post by: corncobman on February 19, 2018, 09:21:10 PM
Old Bones On Pews, Unknown, Bemused
An Icelandic guy,
Looking up at the sky.
Kitty on standby,
What caught their eye?
The red-head man slight,
Staring above at height,
The kitty matches his sight,
Both bathed in the sunlight.
A church they've arrived at,
Covered bones laying flat.
No alarm for man and cat,
But other paw prints than that...
Post by: corncobman on February 26, 2018, 11:10:47 PM
Cat In A Bag, Lad Again Lags
On the wheeled conveyance,
The stricken Sigrun's sprawled.
The mage burdened, bechanced,
Slowing down to a crawl.
Meanwhile their kitty mascot,
Sleeping in the pack of supplies.
Buried in a clothes basket,
A sweater shields from the bright skies.
"Still okay there?" Asked
The Danish country surgeon.
With the heavy loads tasked,
The burly beef of burden.
Glancing back, Sigrun spots
The Icelandic man trail.
Reynir's lethargic trots,
With the cadence of a snail.
Post by: corncobman on February 28, 2018, 10:36:44 PM
Supposed To Be With Them, Can't Keep The Rhythm
"Reynir!" Calls he,
In a manner most brusque.
"You're supposed to be
Walking right next to us."
Apologising, weakly,
Trying to keep pace.
Falls back again quickly,
In lethargy and malaise.
-----------------------
Epitaph Road (based on Telegraph Road by Dire Straits)
Through rain and snow at the demon's beck
Walking lonely miles on a desperate trek
And we went with the flow when we thought we were the blessed
Digging gold in the wilderness
Can't say happened or what'll be in store
We trudge along the ground, arms and legs are sore
And we met with disaster, we came under attack
She never went further, she'll never go back
Lost to the shadows, drowned in a pool,
One after another, those sorry fools
Three of us remain, with a heavier load
And travelling back on this epitaph road
Navigating blind, what is it for?
Those visions divine didn't help us before
The stories I was told about the world outside
This terrible road is so deep and so wide
Full of trolls and killers
Only one way to go, through the dirt and the trees
Keep on moving on through pain and disease
Walking in molasses
Says I'm moving slow
I used to think this was a lark, like a merry clown
This place is cruel and dark, like it's the devil's playground
Yes, your body it'll break, your mind it will erode
We're gonna have keep on pushing with an unbearable load
From the ashes, from the fires, and the devilish trolls
Just spirit me away from this pain and control
I can hear them taunting through my telepath soul
All the way down this epitaph road
Well, I'd sooner forget, but I remember those nights
Yeah, life was just to play games and to see the sights
You had a cut on your shoulder, we were unaware
Now the night's a little colder, now they're no longer there
There's no relief from this strain and no walking away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these shadows of dead lives, these whispers of pain
From the aching that lives on through the three that remain
'Cause I'm to weary to fight and I'm going insane
I've seen expectations explode into flames
And I don't wanna see it again
Maybe we'll be fine, maybe we will go
All the way
Down the epitaph road
Post by: corncobman on March 01, 2018, 10:09:27 PM
Man Saws Dog's Paws
Encumbered man sluggish,
Increasingly slowed.
Into his luggage,
Sleeping kitty stowed.
Following a trail
Left by his compadres.
A strange detail
Found by the laddy.
He notices there are,
Some extra paw prints.
Somehow familiar,
In a manner of hints.
Following the band,
Or leading for some search?
A reunion at hand
To a certain olden church...?
Post by: corncobman on March 04, 2018, 10:17:39 PM
Shooting It Dead Or Swinging At Its Head
Their attention Reynir draws,
While hanging back.
Pointing to the snowy paws,
Amongst all their tracks.
Would you look at that, aye,
Too fresh for comfort.
A beast troll nearby,
Wolf or wild dog of sorts.
Either way it's a threat,
Keep your eyes peeled.
If within range it gets,
Start shooting up the field.
Start shooting like a madman,
Only one bullet needs to hit.
Alternatively, Mikkel can
Swing at the target.
He can incapacitate it,
With a strike to the head.
Sigrun has okayed it,
Though unsure of what he said.
Post by: corncobman on March 06, 2018, 12:31:03 AM
Her Worry Must Banish, But The Tracks Vanish
"I'll be vigilant,
You won't need to worry."
Mikkel says while indifferent,
Then in Reynir scurries.
To trail behind now so,
Is the Icelander not keen?
"No." Reynir says, although
The trail goes sideways, he's seen.
His eyes follow the prints of a canid,
Off into the woods they track.
But suddenly they have vanished,
As if a physical body it lacks.
Post by: corncobman on March 07, 2018, 09:26:34 PM
Chasing A Tail, Follow The Trail
Reynir's eyes of horoscopy,
Do stare at the paws.
Were these a real-life puppy,
Or by a more mystical cause?
In his mind's eye,
Images superimpose.
His fylgia ally,
Leading him by the nose.
In his reminiscence,
The Icelandic man stood.
Looking into the distance,
Deep through the woods.
The realisation,
That way he must go.
Get the others by persuasion,
Or travel there solo...?
Post by: corncobman on March 08, 2018, 09:52:32 PM
Not Close Supervision, Catch That Pigeon
Reynir recollected,
He can't make a decision.
Remaining disconnected,
Attention span like a pigeon!
"Chop chop, long legs" ordered,
Hurry up there, please!
The man just ignored her,
Suddenly dashed into the trees.
"AAAA!!!" she calls in surprise,
At the Icelandic man's darting.
Right in front of their eyes,
He's distractedly departing.
"NO! STOP!!!" Sigrun shouts,
"MIKKEL GET HIM!!!" continues.
They have to retrieve him, no doubt,
Or they'll have major issues!
Post by: corncobman on March 11, 2018, 11:23:51 PM
Kitty Hold Tight, His Chance To Make Things Right
Mikkel makes for Reynir,
Causing Sigrun to tip.
The change in speed severe
Enough to lose her grip.
Onward, without pause,
Deeper the mage dashes
In kitty digs her claws,
Causing deep scratches.
Separating to explore
The place in his thoughts.
Sprinting futhermore,
For the answers he sought.
This has to be it,
His chance for redemption.
But what if his flit
Was cause by misconception?
Post by: corncobman on March 14, 2018, 11:09:28 PM
From Trees He Emerged, Finding The Church
Running too fast,
Away from his team.
Finding at last,
The church of his dream.
His hand on a tree,
As he takes it all in.
To find some release,
From death and violence.
But now, what to do?
What to tell the rest?
If only they knew
Which dreams to him blest.
What does he say and
Will they believe him?
Does he part ways for the
Long lost lady of preaching?
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Pg 873
Of Prayers And Psalms, Kitty Alarm Calm
The mage rejoiced,
It's the place that he sought.
Then the kitty he hoists,
He's glad she was brought.
He needs to go inside,
Needs to know if it's secure.
Licking her paws with pride,
With that, it's ensured.
No puffing or hissing means
There's no monsters hidden.
Nothing amiss in this scene,
As he opens the doors wooden.
Quiet as he makes his entry,
Nothing apparent astir.
Looking empty, incidentally,
Will he find the ghostly pastor?
Post by: corncobman on March 15, 2018, 10:35:27 PM
Panic Manifest, Bones Laid To Rest
The church, though bright,
Is less tidy than in memory.
But it's been out of sight,
For nearly a century.
He says "at least there aren't... any"
'Dead bodies' was going to say.
But he spotted some of many
Desiccated skeletons laid.
He retreats in panic,
Strangled noises in shock.
The red-headed man shamanic
Arresting his forward walk.
Post by: corncobman on March 18, 2018, 11:55:45 PM
"Reynir?" From Inside, Shepherd Be Your Guide
He sees something ahead,
Cause to be startled.
A door swathed in red,
Boils and bubbles mottled.
Sounds from the room,
As closer he came.
Inner voices of whom,
Calling out Reynir's name...
The handle he reaches,
Opening the door slowly.
To see the lost preacher,
To find the rector holy.
At long-awaited last, there,
His objective is closer.
He has discovered A Pastor,
But maybe not as he knows her.
Post by: corncobman on March 19, 2018, 10:36:26 PM
Far From His Vision, Full Of Indecision
A mass of meat and tubes.
This sight greets the man.
Thus they're introduced,
So much for that plan...
In the centre, a head,
Barely recognisable as such.
Closing the door instead,
The sight was just too much.
His hand on the door,
Full of indecision.
What is he waiting for,
From mass of flesh imprisoned?
---------------------------------
Brought into the light,
Through the crevice spied.
A chilling, gruesome plight,
By sinewed tethers tied.
In the church uncovered,
He thought salvation found.
Inside, instead suffered,
Rotten flesh, a soul was bound.
Post by: corncobman on March 21, 2018, 10:40:42 PM
Lack Of Tantrum, How Come?
Outside the door, he
Stands in disillusion.
But calm is the kitty,
He asks in confusion.
"Why aren't you freaking out?"
Unusual absence of friction.
A monster without doubt,
But with some benediction.
As he stands wondering,
About the lack of prompts,
With footsteps thundering,
Just then, in Mikkel klomps.
Post by: corncobman on March 22, 2018, 11:45:42 PM
What's Wrong In Your Head? Moron, Brain-Dead!
As Mikkel regains breath,
"You insolent little child!"
Nearly scared Sigrun to death,
Running off into the wild.
She's ill already, and
Near gave her a heart attack, you.
"You brain dead-moron!", Braidy
Near gave Mikkel a heart attack too!
"Let's not resort",
He says, "to hyperbole."
The conversation he exhorts,
Statements of mendacity.
Post by: corncobman on March 25, 2018, 11:05:17 PM
Firmly Standin', He Won't Abandon
Sigrun does threaten,
To cut off his braid.
A word he hardly gets in,
But he remains unafraid.
"Hey!" he firmly stands,
There will be no submission.
He says "I'm sorry I ran..."
"I've seen this in two visions!"
The importance he stresses,
So he will not be vacating.
So staunchly he professes,
That the pair he leaves gaping.
This place holds the key,
To banishing the spirits vile.
Not going anywhere is the braidy,
Until he has passed this trial.
So Mikkel informs Sigrun,
About this place and its ties.
It looks as though everyone
In town just came here to die.
Post by: corncobman on March 26, 2018, 11:48:17 PM
Everyone, Except One, Stop, Sigrun!
From Mikkel's observation,
The church as depicted,
A last stand infirmary station,
It was for the afflicted.
The medic detects there,
A familiar object is found.
The faulty cure injector,
He picks up off the ground.
Should this not indicate,
Some more spirit presence?
That possibility Reynir eliminates.
Every one is gone, in essence.
But there is a caveat,
There is one still remaining,
Sigrun tries to jump at,
But she Reynir is restraining.
Post by: corncobman on March 28, 2018, 11:09:33 PM
Context Clues, Most Best Defused
Her she cannot kill,
He says to the Nordic.
They have need of her skills,
So don't be so war-quick.
Don't kill whatever's in there,
Sigrun gets that from context.
See? Kitty's not scared,
There's no alarming reflex.
She was the main mage of this,
This house spiritual.
She must be able to assist
The old world souls residual.
This must be the reason,
Are there none left remaining.
These are the keys and
For the night, here they're staying.
Post by: corncobman on March 30, 2018, 01:25:12 AM
Does He Think It A Blunder? Not If He's Outnumbered...
As day draws to close,
Twilight in the land.
The Icelandic does doze,
A discussion at hand.
"So.. you believe Reynir
Knows what he's doing?"
He has no clue, it's unclear,
No better ideas accruing.
Sigrun wasn't so keen,
On leading ghosts to the ship.
Does the medic think it means,
A horrible end to their trip?
He's a glass half-full guy,
He'll give anything a chance.
Such as if he's outnumbered, like
He is in this circumstance.
Post by: corncobman on April 02, 2018, 11:03:02 AM
No Dying Without Trying, Abomination Horrifying
At least they can say they tried,
Even if he turns out to be wrong.
Not acceptable to give up and die,
Her life was right to prolong.
"You found your way!"
"I never doubted that you would."
Says in the dream Pastor A.
In the church window she stood.
So she turned into a troll,
A ghastly abomination, yes.
Can she still perform her role,
So transformed the priestess?
Post by: corncobman on April 02, 2018, 10:54:25 PM
Eternally Cursed, Leaving Others To Traverse
Sitting and talking, the lad
Reynir says "That's strange!"
The cure that the pastor had
Should have prevented the change.
Was that what prevented
The flock from finding their way?
Without the help she commended,
They'd be there to this day...
But the cure she did not take,
There was a limited supply.
How could a God's servant forsake,
The needy and let them die?
Treating those with needed skills,
Capable of helping others first.
Such a nice lady, clear of mind still,
Though her state is wearing worse.
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You Are Not Normal (based on We Are The Normal by the Goo Goo Dolls)
We are out of our way, I hope we haven't gone astray
There is hope yet for all of us
All the same, you might think I've gone insane
That ain't so obvious
It's a terrible plight, I hope everything's alright
It might sound preposterous
Even still, I have my task to fulfill
So the ghosts don't bother us
You are not normal
You're face and you're eyes
The rest of you died
You are not normal
You're face and you're eyes
The rest of you died
To get rid of the wights, we need the spiritual light
We have need of your services
Now the church has been found
Thanks to my friendly sheep-hound
It wasn't so obvious
You're a soul trapped within, don't know where to begin
To stop metamorphosis
It's a terrible sight, how do I make it alright?
I haven't the foggiest
You are not normal
You're face and you're eyes
The rest of you died
You are not normal
You're face and you're eyes
The rest of you died
You are not normal
You're face and you're eyes
The rest of you died
You are not normal
You're face and you're eyes
The rest of you died
You are not normal
You're face and you're eyes
The rest of you died
You are not normal
You're face and you're eyes
The rest of you died
Post by: corncobman on April 05, 2018, 11:19:35 AM
Faithful Confident, Sullen Friend Absent
Relying on her faith,
The heavenly Father she'd known,
Even in the bleakest case,
She was never alone.
Reynir mentions Odin,
What to him it represents.
The pastor showing chagrin,
It's not quite what she meant.
Giving her migraines,
Sometimes these people young.
The subject is changed,
Where is his friend, so high-strung?
Onni would have liked to come,
But he has a lot on his plate.
A pity, her final thanks to him,
She won't be able to give straight.
She has a deep feeling,
They won't meet past this night.
So no future dealings,
That's a good thing, right...?
Post by: corncobman on April 05, 2018, 10:20:03 PM
Travellers Fatigued, Midnight Blitzkrieg
Night comes once more,
For the weary travellers.
To settle old scores,
Returns the circus macabre.
Birds sleeping in roost,
Disturbed by the trampling.
Advancing terror induced,
Blitzing, the damned things.
Sleeping in the grounds sacred,
By the fire side's glow.
Beings filled with hatred,
Burning malice overflowed.
The night comes, encouraged,
For the old house of prayers.
To settle all their grudges,
Charging on them unawares.
Post by: corncobman on April 08, 2018, 10:57:17 PM
Magical Candelabra, Floor Is Now Lava
Dashing ever near,
With injurious hostility,
The beings of fear,
Still reducing proximity.
The church in their eyeline,
Their target is reached.
Into the building divine,
Through the portal they breach.
Through the hall they diffuse,
In search of their prey.
However, it's all a ruse,
Stone-etched runes on display.
As it steps on the signs,
Smoke and fire fills the nave.
By stroke or by design, for
The attackers, ambush engraved.
Magically came prepared,
With the candles set alight.
Spontaneous combustion flared,
Won't go without a fight.
Post by: corncobman on April 09, 2018, 11:27:04 PM
Spiritual Service, No Need To Be Nervous
In bewilderment is
The ghostly equine.
An animal unhinge-d,
Viciously inclined.
Making her entrance,
The pastor of old.
Using her temperance,
To the fore, calmly strolled.
Come in all and one,
They're all welcome here.
The pastor Lutheran
Showing no ounce of fear.
The apparition cavalier,
"DO NOT SPEAK TO US WOMAN"
"No need to be so nervous, dears!"
She addresses the inhuman.
Like two opposite ends,
Of a spiritual spectrum.
The future depends,
On which one of them succumbs.
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Black Filly (based on Black Betty by Ram Jam)
Whoa, black filly - bam-a-lam
Whoa, black filly - bam-a-lam
Black filly got riled - bam-a-lam
Her mane gone wild - bam-a-lam
Trespassing the shrine - bam-a-lam
To attack their minds - bam-a-lam
I said oh, black filly - bam-a-lam
Whoa, black filly - bam-a-lam
(Instrumental)
Whoa, black filly - bam-a-lam
Whoa, black filly - bam-a-lam
She got the evil eye - bam-a-lam
That thing just don't die - bam-a-lam
She's a devil pony - bam-a-lam
She's all skin 'n' boney - bam-a-lam
Whoa, black filly - bam-a-lam
Whoa, black filly - bam-a-lam
Get it!
(Solo)
Whoa, black filly - bam-a-lam
Whoa, black filly - bam-a-lam
She got hands for gams - bam-a-lam
Demon-horse god-damned - bam-a-lam
Galloping the land - bam-a-lam
Didn't go as planned - bam-a-lam
Whoa, black filly - bam-a-lam
Whoa, black filly - BAM-A-LAM
Post by: corncobman on April 11, 2018, 11:10:30 PM
Not Here For Salvation, Rather Condemnation
"This is the path,
The path to the light."
"And the path to salv-"
Interrupting with spite.
Loudly roaring with wrath:
"WE'RE NOT HERE FOR YOUR SALVATION"
Such fury the wights hath,
Deliverance not their motivation.
They were abandoned, unjust,
Suffering, its declaration,
"THE WORLD WILL BE MADE TO SUFFER WITH US"
Twisted justice, not emancipation.
It's verbal attack repelled.
By her barrier staying sure.
Despite their strikes and yells,
The pastor's composure endures.
She poses a simple query
To the shadows raised skyward.
Unfaltering, unfearing,
She asks of them "Aren't you tired?"
Post by: corncobman on April 12, 2018, 11:12:56 PM
They Are All Tired, Home All Desired
Tired too is the cleric,
Waiting so long, trapped.
For it empathetic,
For ages, handicapped.
Never abandoned they were,
Only lost, but now found.
They can go along with her,
All can be homeward bound.
Similar to lost sheep,
Looking for family.
Now the ghost weeps,
With traces of humanity.
The truth from within,
Crying tears of black.
Separated from their kin,
Longing to travel back.
Post by: corncobman on April 15, 2018, 10:58:38 PM
From Baby Ovine, To Lady Divine
From a demonic night-mare,
From the abyssal deep.
To a little lost and scared,
Meek three-headed babby sheep.
With an outstretch-ed palm,
Coaxing them to come forth.
The pastor guides the lamb,
From cold dark to light's warmth.
The beast miniature,
Ovine ghost hysteric,
Divinely reassured,
Stepping towards the cleric.
With spirited souls,
Shadowing its hooves.
A deep rumble roll,
Makes the sleeping crew move.
Post by: corncobman on April 16, 2018, 11:00:48 PM
Mammalian Swarm, Into The Pillar Warm
The disturbance continuing.
The rumbles and booms.
Whatever the pastor's doing,
The sounds of it fill the rooms.
Mikkel and Sigrun both
Grab each other in shock.
The many spirits goeth,
In a midnight monster rock.
The phantoms transforming,
To animals as they flock.
Up skywards they are storming,
Their paths no longer blocked.
Upwards, into the rafters,
To find their peace they go.
To the beyond, the hereafter,
In a column of heavenly glow.
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Heavens Above (based on Tunnel of Love by Dire Straits)
Getting crazy on the altar, but it's the life that I choose
Sing about the witch-braid, sing about the path back, and the spirits confused
And I've been hiding in the church, drained, where my body's been and damned
And I don't know where I'll be tonight, but I'd always tell you of the Psalms
In a screaming ring of faces, I see her standing in the light
She had a spirit full of graces, just like them, she was a victim of the blight
She put her hand out, they believed her, said "let us up and let us go"
She had the phantoms turned to creatures, it was a column full of burning lost souls
And the spirits need returning, ether burning, soaring up
To the sky, from this world
Come on and let your soul guide from the church
To the heavens above
It's just a danger, danger, when you're finding out an unknown miss
She said "I knew you'd find me, stranger", she said "Braidy, I knew you would, like this"
It's just a cake, talk, mission, Reynir, let me help and pray
Hey spirits, tell the truth, yes, tell the truth 'cause you can join your family
And the spirits need returning, ether burning, soaring up
To the sky, from this world
Come on and let your soul guide from the church
To the heavens above
Well it's been a lonely struggle on solo services
A lonely struggle in a monster chrysalis
Another trouble just to take it in
And break away, break away, oh break away, break away
The dream, it looks so pretty to me, just like it always did
Have a Danish pastry on me, soon it begins
Oh, dream, it looks so pretty to me, just like it always did
Have a Danish pastry on me, soon it begins
[instrumental]
We had a cup of coffee, she said "we won't meet after this"
Just a lady disembodied, in a final reminisce
And in the church and steeple, she stood on her ground to say
"You were not abandoned, just lost, and now you've discovered your way"
And the spirits need returning, ether burning, soaring up
To the sky, from this world
Come on and let your soul guide from the church
To the heavens above
And in this church, in parallel, the animals parade
Spirits come from everywhere, from all around, to find escape
In this dark reality, her promises were made
To break away, break away, break away, break away, from murder-ghost and beasts decay, oh to break away
The dream, it looks so pretty to me, just like it always did
Have a Danish pastry on me, soon it begins
Dream, it looks so pretty to me, just like it always did
Have a Danish pastry on me, soon it begins
[awesome solo finish]
Post by: corncobman on April 18, 2018, 10:17:45 PM
A Lamb With Frames, Finally Knows Her Name
In the dream land,
There's a pillar of light.
Watching it spanned,
In awe of its height.
Thanks for her aid,
To the pillar of flame.
As it begins to fade,
He wishes he knew her name.
To the Icelandic mage man,
While heading up to the skies,
A familiar lamb says "It's Anne."
And some others apologise.
To the heavens and Amen,
To the clouds up on high.
He says "Ah, Anne" and then,
It's their final goodbye...
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Sun Shines From Above (based on Sunshine Of Your Love by Cream)
It's getting near dawn
When we enter the rising light
I'll soon be with you my lord
And we access the pearly skies
I'll be with the angels soon
I'll be with you when the souls start coming
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
When the sun shines from above
I'm with you my lord
The light's shining through on you
Yes, I'm with you my lord
It's the coming of us all too
I'll meet with the angels now
I'll meet with you when my spirits raise up
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
When the sun shines from above
I'm with you my lord
The light's shining through on you
Yes, I'm with you my lord
It's the coming of us all too
I'll meet with the angels now
I'll meet with you when my spirits raise up
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
When the sun shines from above
Post by: corncobman on April 20, 2018, 12:34:00 AM
Rumbles Echo, Wait Until Dawn To Go
The loud rumble booms,
The walls flake with the reverb.
Three by terror consumed,
But one remains undisturbed.
While in obliviousness,
Stone bits fall on his head.
The others in paralysis,
Curiosity would kill them dead.
Mikkel suggests to form a pact,
Not to investigate the source.
Before sunrise they won't act,
And Sigrun in accord, of course.
And so the pair agree thereon,
Both emotional wrecks.
So they'll stay put 'til dawn.
A better time in which to check.
Post by: corncobman on April 22, 2018, 11:11:56 PM
Building Consecrated Now Dilapidated
The door opens to the
Church hall, like a war zone.
So long pastor, barely knew her,
Troll body crushed by stone.
The church now in a state,
The walls and ceilings imploded.
Physically couldn't take the weight,
Was it supporting the whole load?
Themselves lucky, they can count,
They weren't by the ceiling crushed.
Unlike some others around,
But she wouldn't care so much...
Post by: corncobman on April 23, 2018, 10:23:14 PM
Useful Mageling, Deceased Changeling
Their little mageling,
Turn out to be useful, fairly.
Knowing glances exchanging,
Its size is apparent, scarily.
By design or by luck,
Their faith was redeemed.
The troll body was struck
With a head-spitting beam.
Sigrun can't believe that
They camped next to that thing.
But now it's time to leave,
And go back to wheelbarrowing...
Post by: corncobman on April 26, 2018, 03:34:41 AM
Are They In They Clear, Nothing More To Fear?
So are they in the clear,
With one worry fewer?
Was he successful, the seer,
Ridding them of their pursuers?
Yeah! Uh, technically,
The seer himself did nowt.
But... yeah! Unequivocally,
All taken care of, no doubt!
Good let them go then,
And be off from this locale.
Like a big farmer hen,
The squirt he has to corrale.
Reynir better stay close,
No more falling behind.
Now they have given up the ghosts,
He has no reason to undermine.
Post by: corncobman on April 27, 2018, 01:40:05 AM
Faith Redeemed, The Merry Team
Their dark shackles overthrown,
With their barrow in hand.
The joyous liberated trio,
A happy marching band.
Stoic, joyous, all hope restored,
They leave with spirits renewed.
Cheerful and still-living four,
To make their rendezvous.
Post by: MegaJar on April 27, 2018, 11:26:53 PM
(Page 898)
Darkness falls across the land.
The chapter break is close at hand.
And Minnions crawl in search of pics
To satisfy their Minna fix.
And whosoever shall be dead
Without new content to be read,
Can go check out A Redtail's Dream (http://www.minnasundberg.fi/artd.php),
And thus forestall their boredom screams.
The foulest stench is on the way,
The funk of fourteen dreary days.
The grisly ghouls and cutie cats
Will have to wait, and that is that.
And though we fight to stay alive,
I think the fates must hate us.
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of.......hiatus!!!
Post by: Róisín on April 28, 2018, 01:26:32 AM
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Post by: corncobman on May 04, 2018, 12:36:29 AM
Staring Stones Surround, Beast Boulders Inbound
Sideways Swede, spirits surrounded,
Hibernation halted, heed his horrors hounded.
Multiple modified monsters mountainous,
Currently causing concerned countenance.
By basaltic beast boulders beleaguered,
Focusing festering foul faces feature.
Pretty-boy pyro, perilously placed.
Stared-at so severely, soul-less, stone-faced.
Mutations multiply, making moves, men to munch.
Beat-it before both buddies become bloody brunch.
Transform-ed terrors triangulating, tightening.
Loiter less, leg-it, let's leave like lightning!
Post by: corncobman on May 09, 2018, 11:01:49 PM
Reaching The Fence, Let Waiting Commence
Grabbing the fence,
"Finally here." she sighs.
Awaiting the boat hence,
It's enough exercise!
Relieved are they each,
Too tired to even think.
Their pick-up point reached,
Past the fences chain-linked.
Post by: corncobman on May 14, 2018, 02:19:19 AM
Opening The Fence Parts, Lighting A Hearth
Entering the sea fort,
Through the fence clipped rift.
Pushing barrow hard to port,
Reynir struggling to shift.
Moving in slow motion,
Them making the weed push is cruel.
Holding the opening,
The farmer medic with his tools.
Surroundings kitty-cat a-combs,
It's all-clear, apparently.
Making themselves right at home,
Smoke exits from the chimney.
Post by: corncobman on May 14, 2018, 11:34:04 PM
Tired Muscles, Grub To Rustle
Up go coats and gloves.
Down go the boots.
Kitty on the bunk above,
In her manner of snoots.
Stretching the kinks,
Diving onto the mattress.
Now to catch forty winks,
In their holding status.
She's lying haphazardly
For some hard-earn-ed rest.
Already shattered is
Dear captain most best.
Hanging on the line,
Outfits freshly scrubbed.
By their powers combined,
They'll conjure up some grub.
Post by: corncobman on May 17, 2018, 03:47:30 AM
Decade Out Of Date, This Reynir Doesn't Hate
The reclamation troops,
They were kind enough.
For the returning group,
To leave surplus stuff.
Some canned goods, all fishy,
A good decade old whence.
After what Mikkel's dished,
He's glad of it, no offense.
Kitty cares not of the whiff,
She'll eat fish old or new.
Before asleep Sigrun drifts,
She has to eat something too.
Post by: corncobman on May 17, 2018, 10:34:06 PM
Can't Help Thinking, Takes A While To Sink In
Without nutrition,
Her body can't heal good.
Before she assumes the position
First Sigrun must eat food.
"Food first," Mikkel says,
Only then she can rest.
She stares at it edgeways,
Then she puts it on her chest.
About the two little guys,
She has trouble dealing.
Left the pair behind,
Still out there, a sinking feeling.
Post by: Noxyoursox on May 18, 2018, 03:57:36 PM
Tuuri, Onni's sister,
cheerful friend,
bravely ventured past
her village walls and sailed
across the water
Tuuri, Lalli's cousin,
mask-protected,
as he navigated city-bones
she found a path
through foreign words and ways
Tuuri, wander-longing,
catbus driver,
healed its wounded belly
and urged it on
til it collapsed in flames
Tuuri, doomed by troll-kiss,
feline-shunned,
turned from voices urging
faced ocean's edge and flew
across the water
Post by: corncobman on May 20, 2018, 11:21:12 PM
Crushed, Eaten, Lost At Sea, Mind And Heart Disagree
Does Sigrun think she mistook
The fate of the absentees?
The way the scene looked,
Eaten, crushed, drowned or all three.
Her mind says they're gone,
Her logic surely didn't lie.
But she feels like she's wrong,
Hand on her heart, inside.
The feeling she can't rid,
But maybe with time, it will fade.
Sighs, the Icelandic kid,
Something heavy on him weighed.
Post by: corncobman on May 22, 2018, 02:32:18 AM
Dream Space Without Missing Scout
Of the two, Reynir has thoughts,
They're on all of their minds.
Every night his dream-space sought,
But no cat-mage does he find.
He's been gone ever since!
Missing outside of his scope.
It means he's gone gone, does this?
He doesn't want to give up hope.
Post by: corncobman on May 23, 2018, 10:28:51 PM
Burning Desire, However, Now Tired.
Emil is the bomb,
Sparking, igniting.
Throwing flames with aplomb,
Explosive in lighting.
Enemies blown apart,
Combustion is his foil.
Pumping veins, a burning heart,
Incandescent, his blood boils.
Hell-fire he arouses,
Monsters become ashen.
Never will be dous-ed,
His burning passions.
In sparkling fashion,
With red-hot fervour,
Conflagrating, flashing,
Incensed justice server.
Volatile, fuming,
Blistering a swathe.
Charges, booming,
Incineration bathed.
Heat he doth stoke,
In this rage allegory.
Will he get smoked,
In a blaze of glory?
Each beast feels his wrath,
With his incineration.
There blazing a path,
Enkindling the nation.
Like an inferno crazed,
Oxidising with flare.
Radiating, laying waste,
Every creature beware!
Always passing the torch,
Charring and cauterising.
Sear, scald, smoulder and scorch,
Exciting, energising...
A pyromaniac legit
In his cooking binge.
Since he became lit,
Nothing will be unsinged...
...But right now he's havin' a rest.
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Tingling Sensation
(based on Single Handed Sailor by Dire Straits)
Two lost for mourning, make for town
From killer trolls away in the night
The little guys were eaten, lost or drowned
Went missing in the currents, out of sight
Yeah, the pair must have slipped, just went down the drain
Was a crazy judgement failed
Now sighing there, they're on the brain
But the feeling inside prevails
A brother and the kitty, we've acknowledged
Done for, in the ocean graves
You never wanna fight against the midnight hour
Nobody rules the wraiths
Yeah and through the night, thoughts are of the pair a-straying
Drowned or torn apart
Tingling sensation is prevailing
A feeling that stays in the heart
Make no mistake, they can't have survived
The scene in her mind of minds
Two long gone when they went for a dive
And we left them both behind
We're gonna sail away without them
Away from this cursed land
But she just can't stop this feeling lingering
With her heart under her hand
Through the night when thoughts are of two straylings
Drowned and food for sharks
Tingling sensation is prevailing
A feeling that stays in the heart
Post by: corncobman on May 24, 2018, 10:17:46 PM
Not Within Today, Nowhere Near Are They?
Down the Swede plops,
His fallen friend beside.
Conversing now that he flopped,
With the head-voice inside.
"Are we almost there?"
The inner voice inquires.
The Finn's impatience bared,
Much slower than desired.
There they'll soon be,
Relatively, in a sense.
"Today?" he asks, curtly,
With no sympathy dispensed.
Emil's feet are in pain,
So he doesn't think so.
If they don't catch up again,
Lalli will tell him where to go...
Post by: corncobman on May 28, 2018, 02:32:34 AM
Again Man-hauls, Hunger Calls
Lalli there worries,
That his body will waste.
If they don't hurry,
He might deteriorate.
Emil won't let that be,
To go there in good shape.
Getting to the end with he,
They'll get out of this scrape!
No frostbite on his toes,
Or on any fingers as well.
When they arrive, the Dane'll know
Exactly how to help.
So they're done sitting around.
The trek must be renewed.
As he man-hauls there's a sound.
A voice calls out "FOOD?"
Post by: corncobman on May 28, 2018, 11:38:05 PM
Made Of Nature, Hello Stranger
He shakes side to side,
Trying to source the sound.
"Huh!? What?!" he cried.
"H E L L O." The voice rebounds.
He glances across,
Off in the doorway.
Covered in bark and moss,
A round object in grey.
Eyes open and round,
Like white little beads.
As if made from the ground,
"F O O D." it seems to plead.
Post by: corncobman on May 30, 2018, 10:33:50 PM
Hello, Food. Why Are You Talking To It, Dude?
Emil has no food,
For the weird little thing.
He misunderstood.
Its food it was greeting.
The Swede's not the meal,
He insists in a fit.
Asks the mage concealed
"Why are you talking to it?"
He talks of his island home,
And the blueberries he hates.
To ignore the speaking gnome,
And not to get by it ate.
An anecdote the cat says,
To focus his mind.
Why asks the vätte,
Is he leaving it behind...
Post by: corncobman on May 31, 2018, 10:17:21 PM
Yum Yum! To Fill Its Tum...
"Y U M Y U M!" it says from its cubby,
It says "Y U M Y U M Y U M!"
Moving its legs short and stubby,
For the duo, it now comes.
What? It's daylight broad,
It's not supposed to come outside!
The chubby creature plods,
Rotund, short and wide.
"Y U M Y U M..." it continues...
Soon face-to-face, one-on-one.
Its notion soon disabused.
"O W O W O W! T O O M U C H S U N!"
Post by: corncobman on June 04, 2018, 12:03:13 AM
From Sunlight Withdrew, Duskling Peek-a-boo
The sun is too bright,
It beats a hasty retreat.
However it keeps within sight
The Swedish man-meat.
The creature's sheltering,
From the sunlight pure.
Lalli says "A duskling."
It's his nomenclature.
They can grow a thick husk,
So they're protected in part.
They start roaming at dusk,
Lalli hates them with his heart.
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Potato Bug (based on Expresso Love by Dire Straits)
They get hiding in the daytime
Roaming in the dusk
They come out semi-night time
With their conifer-like husk
Their bodies not exposed
Covered head to feet, yeah
Funny talking, bitey, they're all gross
Tumour tuber human-eaters
Strangely feeling threatened
Threatened by its words
"Hello" says potato bug
You know it's crazy and absurd
Like a child it starts to talk
Under cover, like a gargoyle swine
Found its dinner, starts to talk a walk
In the broad daylight sunshine
It says "Food, why are you leaving?"
Lalli called it a 'duskling'
And I know what I want
I want to shoot that thing
Well it calls me food, but I'm not its food
And I'm not its food cos I'm not, alright?
Plodding, watch it going, it stirred
Piggy potato, it's roaming around in the light
And it got rays in its eyes now
Behind a tree it nipped
Too much sun in the sky now
"Food." it still quipped
And it's hiding behind a tree there
Now it's biding until it can leave there
Shrub? Potato bug's in sight
I don't want to be dinner for it
Thank you very much
All fire bombs it are required on it
Potato bug
Hey like so, watch it go now
Then it starts to run just when there's too much sun
Hey like so, watch it go
Then it starts to run just when there's too much sun
Post by: corncobman on June 04, 2018, 10:25:36 PM
Shoot First, Single Burst
Emil! Chop chop, man!
Do as Lalli recommends.
Put as much distance as you can,
Before dusk descends!
Lalli would keep watch
And inform if it crept.
But that plan the Swede botched,
With his actions inept.
He would keep his mind's eye
On it and let them know.
So now, in hindsight,
Was shooting it the way to go?
Despite mage protestations,
The cleanser let his gun rip.
For the monster population,
Around, alarm bells will trip.
Post by: corncobman on June 06, 2018, 11:38:06 PM
Noise Interrupts. He Done Mucked It Up
Shot through the skull,
From the bullet he shoots.
A single beast culled,
It rolls down the roots.
Arresting its rolling,
It halts with a SPLOP.
The corpse of the troll-ling,
Near the doorway, it stopped.
From the doorway square,
Multiple cries of "NOISE?"
Now painfully aware,
You've had it now boys!
Sure, one there was slew,
But many more there filled.
"Oh." It was then that he knew.
You mucked it up there, Emil!
Post by: corncobman on June 10, 2018, 11:27:51 PM
Seeing The Gun, Flee, Standing Dumbly
"NOISE?" inside echoes through,
"NOISE" and "FOOD!" they cried.
As the creatures all come to,
The horde rolls out like the tide.
They dash out onto the dirt land,
Then they spy the cadaver.
All stop, on alert and
It's dead, they gather.
"GUN?" they ask, inquisitive,
"GUN!" they recognise.
Though they seem quite primitive,
Firearms are identified.
In all directions they flee,
Seeing the danger potential.
Bewildered the cleanser be,
His error seeming inconsequential.
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Pg 917
Numbers Stunning, Just Keep Runnning
Glimpses of the little herd,
The sheer number overwhelming.
Crying out their words,
Random calls condemning.
"What now?" asking puzzled,
Start moving on the double!
Outnumbered and outmuscled,
Soon they'll be in trouble.
The sheltered vätte throng
Are only temporarily slowed.
Once the shadows become long,
They'll come for the duo.
How is he supposed to deal
With the coming multitudes?
Asks the cleanser Emil,
To avoid being consumed.
With the woods becoming bustling,
There's no plan cunning.
When he encounters dusklings,
Lalli just keeps running.
Either so far away that,
The cat cannot be found.
Or until the next day and
The sun comes back around.
If he was alone somehow,
And not dragging the cat...
But as it is now,
He can't do any of that.
Post by: corncobman on June 11, 2018, 10:24:03 PM
Bad At Running, Wait Till Sun's In
If it's the only way, he thinks,
Then let his body remain.
They'll be too busy with the lynx,
But put a bullet in his brain.
That's not his meaning,
Either way he can't run.
He's much better at cleaning,
With his bombs and guns.
If they can hold out until
The morning the next day.
The whole day they will
Have to lose them, okay.
Since there's no slipping,
From the hungry corrupt,
They'll just have to dig in,
And somehow bunker up.
Post by: corncobman on June 15, 2018, 01:01:12 AM
Sturdy Repair, Creeping Stares
Lalli says might as well,
They'll catch up anyway.
Do they need a roof to repel?
"We need a roof." Lalli says.
At broken roofs, Lalli balks,
They need strong defence walls.
Ever closer, they're stalked,
By the staring bark balls.
"This one!" Lalli declares.
A building of stone and slate.
Sturdy enough for the pair,
Its capabilities are thus great.
Post by: corncobman on June 16, 2018, 02:48:58 AM
Compiled Junk There, In A Pile, Bunker
The pair now inset,
The Swede lifts and heaves.
To move cabinets,
Bookshelves and settees.
With everything, everywhere,
In a defensive stance.
Tables, chests and chairs,
Boxes, drawers and ottomans.
Using anything large,
Even carpets rolled.
The way in is barred,
It all better hold.
Post by: corncobman on June 18, 2018, 09:31:39 AM
Long Shadows Exposing, Mage's Body Posing
That door opens to
A bathroom closet.
Can't be broken through,
In that way they cannot get.
The windows are thick,
With double glass panes.
It will soon be anarchic,
Seeing the shadows as he cranes.
Talking to the stiff laid,
While propping the body mindless.
Asking "Do you think they
Might not even find us?"
Post by: corncobman on June 19, 2018, 01:29:06 AM
Barred The Door, Seeking Food Once More
"No. They'll find us."
Is the mage's reply.
Can't hide behind this,
Only time can they buy.
"They found us." he states,
Come the bangs and scratches.
Let's hope the barricades
Will be more than their matches.
"FOOD?" asks the things without,
"WHY DID YOU CLOSE THE DOOR?"
Outside the makeshift redoubt,
Taking siege, now they bore.
Post by: corncobman on June 20, 2018, 10:31:05 PM
Just Want To Eat, Raising Their Beat
"FOOD! FOOD! LET US IN! LET US IN!"
Call the none too polite.
From the noise and the din,
The pair will get no respite.
"PLEASE! WE'RE SO HUNGRY"
They continue their call.
The congregation so ugly
Just want to eat them, that's all.
Surging their fold, the fellows
With loud questions and remarks.
The little hangry bellows
Coming from all over the park.
From the forest, surrounding,
To bear down on the veranda.
Come pounding, compounding,
Will the building withstand 'em?
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Blob-rock Jamboree (based on Zombie Jamboree by Rockapella)
Hey, Back to back, ha ha ha ha, hey, belly to belly
Yes my friends
Hey, Back to back, ha ha ha ha, hey, belly to belly
It was a blob-rock jamboree
Took place in the forest cemetery
Oh, it was a blob-rock jamboree
Took place in the forest cemetery
Blob-rocks from all parts of the high lands
Some of them are talking proteans
There's no reason the barnacles
They got together anarchical
And they were running
Back to back, ooh, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause I'm prone, man, already
Back to back, oh oh oh, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree
One talking blob-rock, it wouldn't behave
See how it's turned over into the grave
In one hand I told it not to come
The other hand shooting it was kinda dumb
You know the pair of friends are holed up inside
While the other blob-rocks are rockin' a tide
One bystander, he had this to say
"Food! Hello Food! Food, why are you walking away?"
Bonk! And they were banging
Back to back, come, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn but the blonde head is sweaty
Back to back, oh, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree
And they were calling
Back to back, come, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause the building be steady
Oh, back to back, oh oh oh, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree
Hey hey, back to back, everyone we sing, back to back
And belly to belly then back to back
One two three four
Hey, what a blob-rock jamboree
Their fangs bared to the two in captivity
Uptown, downtown blob-rock jamboree
Whoa whoa whoa, yeah yeah
There's a many blob-rocks outside these days
Fifty-strong blob-rocks on a hangry malaise
The numerous blob-rocks can freely roam
The blob-rocks who're pounding the home
Hah, what they do, huh
Back to back, ooh, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause the bone-head is deadly
Back to back, oh oh oh, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree
And they were balling
Back to back, come, belly to belly
But I don't give a damn 'cause the building be steady
Back to back, ha ha, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree
I need the chorus
Back to back, ooh, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause I'm prone, man, already, yeah
Back to back, mon, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree
Back to back, hey
Back to back, come, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause the homestead is ready
Back to back, ha, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree
Sing the chorus
Back to back, whoah, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause we're armed with machetes
Back to back, ha ha, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree
He's a bimbo
Back to back to back to back to belly
I don't give a damn 'cause the blonde-head is ready
Back to back, come, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree
One more time, yeah
Back to back, belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'cause the building be steady, yeah
Back to back, come, belly to belly
It's a blob-rock jamboree
Post by: corncobman on June 24, 2018, 11:47:45 PM
Ton O' Rocks (based on Solid Rock by Dire Straits)
Well take a look at that
I used my itchy trigger hand
Saying this is all my bad you know
Hope the building stands now
If I realised that the light's gonna dim
How come I'm so surprised when the tide rolled in
I want to live, a ton o' rocks
They start to dig, a ton o' rocks
I'm staying within, the doorway is blocked
It's all a cliff, a ton o' rocks
Well I'm bricked in a rental
In this insanity now
I'm stuck in residential locality now
I don't know what's worse
Try to break this old curse
Living in seclusion, stopping an intrusion
Well the house is barred
Was never built for shock
The're all coming down, a crowd, hell for leather
Now two ton o' rocks, two solid blocks
You know they're gonna stick
Yeah they're gonna stick together
Because the head that you break
That's the one that you rely on
The bed that you make
That's the one you gotta lie on
When you point your rifle 'cause your plan fell through
You got more arrivals come attack at you
I want to live, a ton o' rocks
They start to dig, a ton o' rocks
I wanna stay in, the doorway is blocked
It's all a cliff, a ton o' rocks
A ton o' rocks now
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Outside, Insight
Hands clutch
Mage touch
As such
Too much
Heads held
Minds meld
Split-spelled
Pain felt
Rock gobs
Mouth mobs
Eye blobs
Brain throbs
Prey found
Surround
Tight-wound
Compound
Tides flow
Time slows
Aches throe
Dos-à-dos
Adrift
Light rift
Sight-shift
Steep cliff
Worlds blend
Minds bend
Two friends
The end?
Post by: corncobman on July 03, 2018, 01:49:01 AM
Changing Tack, Words Turning Black
"FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!" call the voices,
Outside the fortifications.
Chatter ceaseless and boisterous,
With single determination.
In a disorderly queue,
Creatures numbering five score.
It's too hard to chew through,
So please just open the door.
Barriers keeping at bay,
Too tough to be reached.
So changing tack do they,
Calling with blackened speech.
He shouts for his pally,
As his brain they're raiding.
He shouts for him: "Lalli!
They're doing the thing!"
Post by: corncobman on July 04, 2018, 11:13:00 PM
Keep Focus, Hocus Pocus
Do as they practised,
Try to maintain focus.
Keep the Swede distracted,
From the thingies' hypnosis.
The mage tells a story,
Of the one time he found a snake.
But still controlled is he,
Their influence he can't break.
"LET US IN", they order,
The Swede readily complies.
He walks slowly toward there,
In spite of Lalli's tries.
His magic will unfold,
With the mage now angry.
"You ugly stupid lumps of mold!
You think you can beat me?"
Post by: corncobman on July 05, 2018, 11:00:47 PM
Puppetry Severed, Not Good Whatsoever
With his magical palms,
Pressed on the Swede's ears,
He's downwardly slammed,
Motor control sheared.
Like a puppet with cut strings,
The cleanser hits the deck.
This works. There's no moving
In the physical aspect.
Emil's mind now with the Finn,
There forcibly retrieved.
Will he be trapped therein
And what did that really achieve?
"Uh thanks" says the blondie,
"But I hope you do realize that..."
If they get in, he can't guarantee
That he can protect the cat.
Post by: corncobman on July 08, 2018, 11:13:39 PM
Location Indefensible, Situation Untenable
In this here situation,
They're deeply vulnerable.
Even one small confrontation
Will herald big trouble.
Even a wild rat or rodent
Could tear open their throats.
While they're both laying impotent,
It could be all that she wrote...
Lalli stares in realisation,
At the potential doom shared.
His new prioritisation,
He needs to not be in there.
Post by: corncobman on July 09, 2018, 11:58:11 PM
Worry About That Later, Mage Disintegrator
Has Lalli figured out how
To get back into his head?
No, he just has to get out now,
And worry later instead.
All Emil needs to do is
Do nothing when the cat's gone.
Keep focus, don't lose it,
Emphasis on to not move his brawn.
As the Finn starts undoing,
Releasing his technique.
His parting words to him:
"You have to not be weak!"
Hands releasing the face
As the cat-mage disintegrates.
Vanishing without trace,
As Emil can only say "...wait-".
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Don't Pine For Me Varmint Cleaner
(based on Don't Cry For Me Argentina lyrics by Andrew Lloyd Weber / Tim Rice)
It won't be easy
You'll think it strange
When I try to regain how I feel
That I'll still float around
After all when I'm gone
You won't believe me
All you will see
Is my body all prone
Although I'll have an empty mind
But I'll find my way back you know
I have to let it happen
I have to phase
Couldn't stay and let the bloblings in
I'd rather choose my limbo
I ran out of options
So I chose freedom
Worry about trying to get back to
My body then later that's all
I never expect it'll be smooth
Don't pine for me varmint cleaner
The truth is my mind affects you
All due to dusklings
My mind's existence
Has kept them on us
Focus your resistance
As for returning that is my aim
I'll find a way back in
Though it seems to the world
That I may have expired
It's just seclusion
It's not the conclusion
You have to not be weak
The transfer will just take some time
So don't move, just do not move, Swede
Don't pine for me varmint cleaner
Don't pine for me varmint cleaner
The truth is my mind affects you
All due to dusklings
My mind's existence
Has kept them on us
Focus your resistance
Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do
You have to not be weak
Focus and do not move
Post by: corncobman on July 11, 2018, 10:58:26 PM
Maintain Position, Great Collision
As he struggles to rise,
He repeats the phrase.
Bubbles before his eyes,
His mind in a haze.
Like a mantra or mnemonic,
To keep his concentration.
However a disturbance sonic,
Causes a great agitation.
"Idiots!" his inner thought,
As it's rendered catatonic.
Leaving on the window a blot,
Brain bleeding blob bubonic.
The sturdy double glazing,
From the great impact no break.
The creatures' persistence amazing
And how much more can it take?
Post by: corncobman on July 13, 2018, 12:13:57 AM
Can't Fly The Coop, All Paths In A Loop
Meanwhile Lalli can't wait
To find a return route.
But this place, it frustrates,
The way in is now kaput.
The windows he can't budge,
They're solid like granite rock.
Each hallway he's trudged,
Loops back around interlocked.
All doors leading back in,
They don't go anywhere outside.
Like a maze with one path in,
Trapped is the scout's mind.
Why can't the dumb braid guy,
When he's wanted, barge in?
Lowering his dismayed eyes,
At a loss, the mage curmudgeon.
Whatever the scout tries,
There's no escape, there's no joy.
Just then there arised,
A strange dripping noise.
Post by: corncobman on July 16, 2018, 04:13:33 AM
From Up There A Drip, A Ladder He Gripped
The dripping continues
While his ear he cups.
He tries to find clues,
To figure out what's up.
From the ceiling, a panel,
That leaks to the floor.
An escaping channel?
Must investigate more!
To deduce the matter
That drips so erratic,
The cat grabs a ladder
To explore the attic.
Post by: corncobman on July 18, 2018, 11:53:56 PM
Happy Reaction, But Light Refraction
He opens the hatch,
The torrent is huge.
He proceeds to catch,
A facial deluge.
He raises his hands,
The current is cut.
A barrier stands,
The water flow shut.
Right before his eyes.
A light bright and warm.
Hopes begin to rise.
A smile starts to form.
Distantly glowing,
A tantalising star.
Distances growing,
So near, yet so far.
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Pg 934
Should Have Kept Quiet, Inciting A Riot
Lalli has to get through,
But the water deters.
The trapped scout broods,
While the Swede feels tremors.
The rock blobs persist,
In attacking the glass.
He ought to resist
Talking to them, but alas.
They continue head-butting,
There already two imprints.
Emil's frustrated shouting,
Only gives them the hint.
The words 'smash' and 'break',
Only succeeds to galvanise.
He made a grave mistake,
Now they'll further strategise...
Post by: corncobman on July 19, 2018, 10:45:31 PM
Attack Again And Again, A Crack In The Pane
A ravenous gaping maw,
Its saliva dripping,
With wild fury raw
Into the glass let ripping.
Smashing repeated,
With no care for injury.
As many times as needed
For a special delivery.
Concussed accursed beast
Stopping only when stunned.
But when it finally ceased,
The damage was done.
Try as they dare,
Emil's taken aback.
Plain as day, right there,
Is a rather large crack.
Post by: corncobman on July 23, 2018, 12:07:54 AM
Path Back Too Watery, Before They Can Slaughter He
The window won't hold,
They'll have to relocate.
The things again try mind-control,
Now he has to concentrate.
Aloud, he repeats back
The phrase to stay disciplined.
The blobs have spied the crack,
A great weakness to get in.
Meanwhile through the attic,
Before things can unravel.
The path back too aquatic,
The mage must at once travel.
Post by: corncobman on July 23, 2018, 11:26:38 PM
Out Of the Brink, Severed The Link
Lalli heads up to surface,
In a pool of beasts nautical.
The sight makes him nervous but
They don't notice him at all.
Emil feels the link severed,
So can he now fend them off?
Lalli's out, but wherever
Has the hapless mage ended up?
Which direction to go,
Is he close to anyone?
"Onni!" he calls, oh!
A distant figure out yon.
Post by: corncobman on July 25, 2018, 10:37:11 PM
Away From There Advised, A Horror Closer Lies
A flaming crimson shape,
Like a living, breathing blaze.
From it he must escape,
Lest it emerges from the haze.
Away from that direction,
Any way from there is good.
Didn't notice, the projection,
But something else did underfoot.
A shadowy mass enormous,
With a giant red eye aglimmer.
Something nebulous, formless,
Noticed the little Finnish swimmer.
Post by: MegaJar on July 25, 2018, 10:53:07 PM
Under da sea,
Under da sea,
Dere's a huge face dat's grinning at you, malevolently!
You'd betta turn and swim away,
Or you'll be dat t'ing's main entree.
You outta luck now, royally f&%ked now,
Under da sea!
Post by: corncobman on July 26, 2018, 11:00:37 PM
Terrible Sight Greeted, Too Late Heeded
A great water serpent,
Coiled like a spring.
Grinning danger emergent,
Imminent doom to bring.
Scaly lengths untold,
Occluded by the abyss.
Entwining, twisting, rolled,
Evil harbinger in his midst.
A cry for help is pleaded.
Repeated calls for aid.
Too late the appeals were heeded,
Present danger can't be stayed.
The owl discerns behind the time,
That Lalli in perilled despair.
Too far away, in position prime,
As its great body brings to bear.
Post by: corncobman on July 29, 2018, 11:10:27 PM
Heard It, I did. But Was Unsighted.
The owl prowls the skies,
But there's no hide nor hair.
Onni heard Lalli's cries,
While perching, asking "Where?"
"... I imagined it."
He says to himself, at last.
Should have re-examined it.
Lalli's already sinking fast...
Post by: corncobman on July 30, 2018, 10:34:55 PM
Bubbles Made Larger, Make An Easier Departure...
The Finn grabs a hold
Of the released air exhaled.
To bubble remoulded,
Of a superior scale.
The voice taunts, "Don't bother."
It says, "Let yourself drown."
The boa constricts and smothers,
Breaking the bubble that surrounds.
It would be easier and faster,
The creature for him concludes.
Stripping away, the caster,
Of his mental fortitude.
Post by: corncobman on August 02, 2018, 03:57:07 AM
Pinning Sorcerer, Grinning Torturer
Lalli's body restricted
By the dark snake's coiling.
The serpent predicts that
He'll tire from the toiling.
The tightened constrictor,
Watching, smiling as it toys.
Constant pain inflicting
With a sadist's maw of joy.
Gritting teeth to bear it,
But the pain induces tears.
This calamity desperate
And no aid for him down here.
Post by: corncobman on August 02, 2018, 11:03:38 PM
Lalli's Not Waking, Before They Break In
It worked, Lalli did it!
Emil's mind is clear again.
But his body's lacking spirit.
He didn't make it back, friend.
His mind is now jumbled.
What is Emil meant to do?
With the impending rumble,
Smash and bangs, and they're through.
Now the scouter's slight arms,
In the Swede's hefty clutches,
Trying to escape from harm,
Before fatal repercussions.
Post by: corncobman on August 06, 2018, 02:39:54 AM
Prepare Swear Jar. Jävlar.
The Swedish man with no delay,
Into the hall, for they cannot stay.
Bolting the door of the WC.
Squats on the throne, watching Lalli.
Companion lain prone, upon the rug,
Trying this refuge from beastly pill bugs.
The Swede's hands together as if in prayer,
Trapped together there, scout cat and the Hair.
Pinning all hopes on barrier of wood,
That impacts and attacks will all be withstood.
Weapon ready, but will bullets get him far?
Muttering only a single word: "Jävlar."
Post by: corncobman on August 06, 2018, 11:30:23 PM
First One In Gets It Good! First One In Gets The Food?
The creatures succeed
In breaching the glass.
For food to feed,
They shuffle en masse.
Though their faces bleed,
They continue their trespass.
Emil, you just need
To stop talking, you ass.
The first one to get through
Gets its face blasted off!
Misconstrued his threats to
Be invitations, the mass-ed blobs.
Though his words carry threat,
Through selective hearing,
They are bolstered better yet,
Far from cowering or fearing.
Post by: corncobman on August 09, 2018, 03:26:30 AM
Push Window Open, There Is No Hoping
Through the window up high,
After pushing it ajar.
No escape identified,
For surrounded they are.
He recoils in horror,
From watching above them.
Shaken to the core,
From the sheer number of them.
As they come pouring in,
Could he then make it out?
Or just maybe the Finn,
If the Swede is too stout...
Post by: corncobman on August 09, 2018, 10:40:24 PM
Will Be Oxygen Deprived, Emil Could Have Gotten Away Alive
The coils tightly winding,
Ever tighter and tighter.
They'll forever be binding
The solo magic fighter.
Resigned to his lot,
As last air bubbles pour.
Time for final thoughts,
He can't do anything more.
"Stupid Emil." he laments,
Should have left him behind.
His own death he could prevent,
"...Stupid, stupid..." the scout opined.
Post by: corncobman on August 12, 2018, 10:54:03 PM
Barely Alive, Swan's Dive
What he sees in the sky
Is a swan's silhouette.
For the man ready to die,
It's a sight to forget.
All but resigned,
His fate almost set.
The owl has other designs,
Swooping, ready to get wet.
A majestic plunging dive,
In the water like a jet.
Lalli barely alive, but
There is hope for him yet.
Post by: corncobman on August 13, 2018, 10:37:42 PM
Punch In The Eye, Clutch And Then Fly
A presence nearby,
A gigantic gaze locked.
He pierces the red eye,
With an almighty sock.
Scarlet eye bleeds,
Forth fluid gushes.
Kinsman thus freed,
Escaping his trusses.
Ocular ablater,
Tear at speed from that being.
Altering his nature,
The giant owl carrying.
Magic light radiating,
To the sky, lifting, flashing.
Larger form aviating,
Away from serpent's thrashing.
Post by: corncobman on August 15, 2018, 10:35:38 PM
Why Out Here? Stupid Endears.
"Why are you out here?!
You stupid...stupid, stupid..."
The elder Finnish seer,
Berates the poor kid.
Out across the expanse,
To ground they traverse.
Lalli heavily lands,
He face-plants head-first.
Post by: corncobman on August 21, 2018, 07:00:04 AM
Don't Know. Have To Go.
The owl man lands thus,
"Lalli!" he clasps.
There is much to discuss,
"Where are you?" he asks.
Shoulders in tight grip,
"I don't really know."
His hands forced to slip,
Lalli says "I have to go."
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Pg 952
Question Interrupt, Disappearing Abrupt
His friend in a bad place,
If they'll be back, he doesn't know.
To return at utmost pace,
Getting back to his bro...
Onni tries to ask "why-?"
He is left in the dust.
Lalli left him high and dry,
As he vanished abrupt.
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Pg 953
Arms And Legs Stretch, Ready To Retch
Lalli rouses at last,
He wobbbles to his feet.
The steadiness doesn't last,
His rehabilitation incomplete.
Emil's words are bleak.
To see him one last time, he's glad.
But before Lalli can speak, he
Keels over and retches just a tad.
Post by: corncobman on August 22, 2018, 10:57:50 PM
Nowhere To Go, Give It Up, Yo
Back in the land of living,
It's great. It's nice.
The bad news he's giving,
He sees their demise.
Emil tried his best, mate,
But they're cornered a bit.
He accepted his fate,
Lalli should also do it.
As the scout looks out to see,
Emil says he already tried.
But what could this be?
What has the feline scout spied?
Glancing, the cat in alertness,
To the window out there.
The pair peering out wordless,
As they both look and stare...
Post by: corncobman on August 23, 2018, 11:02:05 PM
Soon They'll Get Through, Leg It, You Two
The creatures all entering
Are leaving free the outer walls.
The perimeter surrendering,
Exit but mind your footfalls.
Without mishap, the cat lands,
On his two feet as he might.
He out stretches his hands,
But then retracts them despite.
A hard fall the Swede suffers,
In a THWOMP onto his back.
What will happen when they discover
That of food there's a lack...?
Making haste, the men fly.
Cross country, the pair bolting.
They'll be chased soon again by
The mass of beasties revolting.
Post by: corncobman on August 26, 2018, 10:57:59 PM
Running Until Late? Not In That State
Emil asks if the plan
Is to run through the dark.
But the cat scouter man
Responds with question mark?
The cleanser isn't able to
Be continuously fleeing.
It seems unsustainable too
For Lalli, the state he's in.
Needs to recover completely,
Before he can run far.
Now he's sprawling weakly,
Dizzy spells hitting hard.
The dusklings smash through,
The weak door conquering.
Not a sign of the food,
As they all wander in.
Post by: corncobman on August 29, 2018, 10:25:15 PM
The Pair Are Viewed, Rally To Food!
The horde shuffle through
The open doorway and spy
The fleet of food two,
One gives a loud cry.
Round the corner it blares
A piercing "SCREEEEEEEEE"
At the back of the pair
As they quickly flee.
The cluster has rallied,
Their awareness drawn,
There's no time to dally,
As the chase is now on!
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Pg 958
Bombs Armed And Locked, Explosive Alarm Clock
Lalli takes the lead,
To a building scrapped.
Two explosives he needs,
Snags them from Emil's strap.
Into the doorway chucked,
The activated grenades.
Emil remains dumbstruck,
No sense can be made.
His arm the scout pulls,
To get away for their sakes.
For within lies a roomful
Of monster that'll wake.
Post by: corncobman on August 30, 2018, 11:21:40 PM
Out There He'll Stand, Like Half A Man
"Okay, but why?"
The cleanser perplexed.
Tipped a bin nearby,
What does he do next?
Are they trashing things,
On their way out of the world?
Lalli then entering,
To be a cosy cat curled.
He beckons to his mate
But he'd rather die standing out.
He'd sooner face his fate,
Then he starts to have doubts...
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So I did the whole song after Mr Plinkett mentioned it
My Fate (based on The Chain by Fleetwood Mac)
Listen to the roof bl-o-ow
Watch the fungi-i-is
Standing in the shado-o-ows,
Damn you cat, damn your eyes
And if you don't see me now
You will never see me again
Lying still in containers
I would rather face my fate (rather face my fate)
And if you don't see me now
You will never see me again
Lying still in containers
I would rather face my fate (rather face my fate)
Listen to the blobs go-o-o
Passing right by-y-y
Hiding in the shado-o-ows
Damn you cat, damn your eyes
Maintain sile-ence
Damn the dark, damn the light
And if you don't see me now
You will never see me again
Lying still in containers
I would rather face my fate (rather face my fate)
And if you don't see me now
You will never see me again
Lying still in containers
I would rather face my fate (rather face my fate)
And if you don't see me now
You will never see me again
Lying still in containers
I would rather face my fate (rather face my fate)
Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)
Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)
Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)
Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)
Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)
Fa-ate, move a bit over (lying in the shadow)
Post by: corncobman on September 02, 2018, 11:39:41 PM
Loudly Capped, "Food Is Trapped!"
"Fine," Emil resigns,
"Let's die in here!"
His manly Swede spine,
Has given in to his fear.
A few more minutes of life,
His convictions quickly rid.
Into the barrel he dives,
Noisily closing the lid.
They blurt "FOOD IS TRAPPED!"
Shouting too "FOOD IS CAUGHT!"
Their paws insert into the gaps,
With them both occupants fought.
But a giant shadow looms over,
The beasts and plastic drum.
A loud scream, whose owner
Will also partake in the scrum.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH'm The Very Model Of A Monster State Unnatural
(Based on I'm The Very Model Of A Modern Major General)
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH'M the very model of a monster state unnatural
I'm equal-parted vegetable, animal, and mineral
I am a thing from Jylland in a house that was historical
From many men to giant who's asking questions rhetorical
My hunger stays unsated, it borders on fanatical
I've undergone mutations, mind is simple and erratical
What explosions woke me, the creatures I cannot refuse
With many noises and the shouting I am very not amused...
I'm very good ethereal and looking scary-fabulous
I show the metaphysical and the natures that entangle us
In short, my matter's mineral, vegetable, and spiritual
I am the very model of a monster state unnatural
I am a magic mystery, I consist of mainly flesh and rocks
I utilise hypnotics, I've a body made unorthodox
I'm a vampirific with an impaired hypothalamus
Psychotic, I'm a horror, peculiarity and perilous
Came from hell, sprouted merging cells from human colonies
Something provoking called us from our shaded archaeologies
Then I came lumbering at which I hear acoustic din some more
And bristle at the share of that infernal nonsense from the spores
Then I can try at squashing still the histrionic puny forms
Then it can be silent in the hamlet as it is the norm
In short, in matters spiritual, animal, and mineral
I am the very model of a monster state unnatural
The fact, that I know not why they prattle on about the barrelin'
When I only know the direction now to which I'm travellin'
They think they're scary, however I'm the one who's scariest
And when I come it's likely they will all be eating dust
When they have learnt what process has been made in this effrontery
Then I'll be more gigantic, of them there is no recovery
I'll sport a further gathering, a few more kilos bodily
You'll say a bigger monster animal there will never ever be
I'm a solitary fallen, feelings fuzzy, extra-sensory
Houses being brought down, all after almost post a century
But still, my matter's vegetable, animal, and spiritual
I am the very model of a monster state unnatural
Post by: corncobman on September 03, 2018, 10:39:44 PM
Giant Confronted Thus, Barrel Shunted, Brushed
A great beastly titan,
With neck elongated.
Its mouth raises and widens
For the creatures rock-plated.
The dusklings looking in dread,
At the enormous abhorrent.
Spraying sanguine red,
The furious injured tyrant.
A lunge too quick to dodge
At the creatures of noise.
The pair's barrel dislodged,
Flung away like some toys.
Post by: corncobman on September 06, 2018, 12:00:31 AM
Yum Yum, Hit The Drum
As the barrel bounces,
The lid opens as it lands.
An eager Duskling pounces,
Emil stabs with knife in hand.
"YUM YUM!" it salivated,
Before its quick dispatch.
Lalli's dizziness aggravated,
He rapidly re-closes the hatch.
A spear-like leg perforation
In the barrel with a 'THUNK!'.
Thankfully, there was separation,
Otherwise one would be sunk.
The pair look up anxiously,
As the monstrous jaws bit.
The teeth snap voraciously,
Making bloody deposits.
Post by: corncobman on September 10, 2018, 11:05:13 AM
No Longer Imperilled, Asleep In The Barrel
The monster eats beside them,
Its sinewy neck extended.
The pair still inside the drum,
An inanimate object pretended.
The thumps quieting fade,
The skulking hulk manoeuvering.
The pair dead well played,
Then relief washes over them.
With duskling cadavers strewn,
They're safely sheltered, somewhat.
With the night comes the blood moon,
They fall asleep in the butt.
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Pg 964
Asleep For Days, Emil Will Laze
The duo barrelled
They're both in a dream.
The lid that they held
Might not be as they deem.
One needs to awaken,
To check the lid's closed.
For days Lalli's stayed down,
It's Emil turn for repose.
Reluctantly he rouses,
Letting in the light.
With the heat he allows in,
Emil wakes up despite.
With the morning's sun in
The break of dawning.
Continuing their running,
All the way from here on in.
Post by: corncobman on September 10, 2018, 11:50:52 PM
A Fist His Way Sends, Punch His Maybe Friend
"We're alive!" the Swede calls,
They're both on their feet.
Follow the shoreline, is all,
To the extraction point, sweet!
"We're so lucky" he declares,
Emil can't believe it.
He flails about in the air,
Lalli's about to receive it.
The joy he can't restrict,
While Lalli's napping upright.
The sudden pain he inflicts,
Punching his friend in delight.
Woken up by being beaten,
Punches becoming habit.
The Finn has been treated
To Emil's greatest hits.
Post by: corncobman on September 12, 2018, 11:15:08 PM
You'll Feel Better Again, Don't Die Till Then
Emil didn't realise, that
He doesn't appreciate it.
As he punches in reply,
Again Lalli fainted.
"URP!" the cat retches,
Hits the grass bed, queasy.
Mikkel will be fetch-ed,
Try not to die, please...
Post by: corncobman on September 13, 2018, 11:09:55 PM
At Last Crossed, The Guys Long-Thought Lost
Three beings with no drive,
With a fourth on the bunk.
Having a siesta, taking five,
In a weary sort of funk.
The cat pricks up ears,
And makes a curious "Prrh?"
What is that she hears?
It's the long abandoned sirs!
Through the entrance cut away,
They clamber in, the poor guys.
Only arriving but today,
Are they a sight for sore eyes!
Post by: corncobman on September 16, 2018, 11:06:47 PM
The great Danish bear
Greets the pair at the door.
Emil asks when he gets there,
A bear hug, say no more.
In the farmer's embrace,
Squishing the Finn and the Swede.
No change in his calm face,
His act saying all he needs.
"Does this place have a bath?"
Emil was saying before the squeezing.
Asking who's letting in the draught,
Sigrun's trying to mourn, she's freezing.
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Giving Hugs (based on Need Some Love by Rush)
I'm lookin' here
I'm lookin' there
The dead pair have returned
Cause there's a tired young Swede
And a scout at my door
That my two eyes do discern
Well it seemed to click
That they're both here now
We thought they died away
That's why she's mourning'
That's why he's pinin'
Each and every day
Ooh I'm giving hugs
I said I'm giving hugs
Ooh yes I'm giving hugs
This feeling I can't rise above
Yeah, yeah
Well I been sittin' here
I been nappin' there
I been waitin' for a couple weeks
And I started feelin' this strange sensation
Now I'm a-crushin' both your cheeks
Well we tried to keep our hopes alive
But cynical for thou
Now you made the distance across, you two,
Someway, somehow
Ooh I'm giving hugs
I said I'm giving hugs
Ooh yes I'm giving hugs
This feelin' I can't rise above
Ooh yeah yeah
Post by: corncobman on September 18, 2018, 12:13:10 AM
Life Rafts Expedite, Just Injuries Light
Out on the water,
The great shipping barge.
The life rafts spotted,
Deployed from the vessel large.
His head wrapped in a big scarf,
The scout sits and the Swede too.
Wheelbarrow underneath a tarp,
While the rest stand for the view.
Sheltering from the downpour,
The group and their quarry.
The rescuers make the shore,
Are there any medical worries?
Replies "We've got some injuries,
But nobody is dying." Mikkel said.
This was a minor victory,
After a lost puffy-head.
Post by: corncobman on September 20, 2018, 03:32:22 AM
In A Plastic Box, Pok! Pok! Poks!
Some of the squad
Do not speak Icelandic.
Correct, Sigrun does not
Have their verbal semantics.
Of their members they're short,
They lost one of their own.
In their status reports,
It was not made to them known.
The cargo gets tallied,
The feline gets screened.
Unceremoniously carried,
Into perspex quarantine.
Tapping the walls transparent,
It's undignified, unpleasing.
Staying until it's apparent
That kitty's cleared of diseases.
Post by: corncobman on September 23, 2018, 10:40:08 PM
One Month In The Clink, No Discounts Wink Wink
Discussions abound,
Transit negotiations.
There will be no discounts,
Regarding the duration.
Not two weeks, ma'am.
It will be a month.
Into the slammer,
They'll all have to confront.
From the silent world depths,
Into Iceland direct.
The public won't accept,
So they'll have to disinfect.
They can't wander in free,
Despite what she thinks.
Even immune to the Disease,
No one escapes the clink.
---------------------
Pg 972
Smiling Face Sighted, For Meals Delighted
Merely stepping off the ship,
Makes them infectious potential.
The quarantine can't be skipped,
There'll be no treatment preferential.
In the window young Reynir spots,
A smiling face with thumbs up.
He waves back but he's caught,
Before the queue he disrupts.
"So how excited are you about
The soon to be had proper meals?"
Sigrun is very excited, no doubt.
The candle stew was an ordeal...
Post by: corncobman on September 27, 2018, 10:39:20 PM
How's The Cook Perchance? Apologies In Advance
As the group prepare to enter
A long period of isolation.
Sigrun means no offense there,
To Mikkel's cooking ruination.
"How good is your cook?"
The Dane asks the boat's crewman.
Seems good food can't be partook,
As he send apologies in advance...
Individual wards of separation,
Prepare for hospital food.
Treat it like some sort of vacation.
The adventure's to be continued.
Post by: corncobman on October 31, 2018, 12:34:05 AM
Illuminated Hood, Annihilated Brood
A forest far-flung
Avians perch on wood.
Something lurks among,
A glowing figure in hood.
A disaster is brung,
The birds haven't withstood.
Their song left unsung,
As their bodies accrued.
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Page 3
Books And Thinks, Isolation Stinks
The Scout naps in the rear,
As he's quite accustomed.
The cleanser Swede cavalier,
Seems bored, and then some.
In centre, the medic reads.
Peaceful, straight forwardly.
Transporting the sheets,
A hazmat suited orderly.
Kitty increasingly vexed,
In an abhorrent trap.
Sigrun leaning, stretched,
'God natt, kat' on her lap.
Some have books from the shelf,
Others taking a prorogation.
The Iceland man himself,
In quiet contemplation.
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Page 4
What Treatment Is This? A Shot And A Miss
The quarantined derpkit,
A little bit peeved.
Stir-crazy, it's the pits,
With no way to leave.
Tap the glass in impatience,
Crying out all the while.
Wailing her frustrations,
This place cramps her style.
This transparent detention,
Drives kitty ever fervent.
But she has the attentions
Of a passing man-servant.
Cat compelled to stroke,
Through safety gloves.
From the bespectacled bloke,
Finally getting some love.
And how are they faring?
The others, what of them?
Playing Battleship declaring,
A shot, and a miss just then.
Post by: wavewright62 on October 31, 2018, 04:05:36 PM
Post by: corncobman on November 01, 2018, 03:52:05 AM
Where's The Last Ship, Losing Her Grip
The Danish man misfiring.
Opening the inquisition.
As he starts inquiring,
The other's grid positions.
Sigrun too starts to ponder,
Where is the last ship hid?
Has the medic conned her?
He assures it's on the grid.
Can they be let out soon, please?
It's been a month and a half.
The doctor lady disagrees,
It was one week, don't be daft!
Only three weeks to elapse,
So they'll all have be patient.
The Swede reading relaxed,
He glances to the chamber adjacent.
Post by: corncobman on November 02, 2018, 01:14:45 AM
Checked-Out Is The Scout
Lalli is occupying
His bed under the bed.
Underneath there lying,
Staring straight ahead.
In Finnish trying with
Three fingers in the air.
Gibberish mystifying,
Or he just doesn't care.
He's a non-enthusiast
To Emil's mild frustration.
Still a long time to pass,
Without any conversation.
Post by: corncobman on November 05, 2018, 12:19:21 AM
Line, Sinker, Hook, 'Hi' Makes Him Shook
The quarantined lot,
Drift off into zeds.
The mosquitoes he swats
Buzzing round his dream head.
Water as far as he could see,
Filled with lily pads.
Off the jetty of wood he
Drops his line with a splash.
With shock his face flashed,
Things are not as they should be.
As the Finns dream is crashed,
"Uhh... hi?" says the good Swede.
Post by: corncobman on November 05, 2018, 10:36:25 PM
Would-Be Fishemen, How's Your Condition, Finn?
So the two young allies
Meet over here once again.
"Hrmh" just utters Lalli,
Now they're would-be fishermen.
The cleanser wrongly felt
It would not again happen.
So how's the Finn mage dealt?
His spirits seem a bit dampened.
He's seemed little glum,
But "I'm fine" he insists.
With a stern face, the dumb
Idea almost fully dismissed.
You know, the Swede did try,
To get someone to talk with.
At the translator person he cried.
Denied, maybe, by rudeness a bit.
Post by: corncobman on November 08, 2018, 09:56:49 AM
What Kind Of Service? Can't Help The Disconcerted
"Yes?" asks the orderly,
The guy's dealing with things.
A counsellor there needs to be
Who's also Finnish speaking.
There's no such person on board.
What kind of service ship is this?
It's a vessel for cargo stored,
Not for this singular purpose.
They were already en route,
With proper quarantine facilities.
For his friend, almost mute,
Sorry, but they have not the ability.
The Swede standing, shunned there,
She can't answer his demand.
"So...need to talk?" Emil wonders,
He's fine, he just can't wait to land...
Post by: corncobman on November 09, 2018, 12:13:00 AM
Proper Room And Bed Wish, Fishing Birds, Flying Fish
The Swedish man gets,
Where Lalli's coming from.
A proper room and bed
For proper slumber.
From sleeping on trains,
To mouldy houses and awful tank,
On a sofa, a train again,
To barracks and ancient trash can.
Now a glass box he's kept,
Inside with no privacy.
But the dream's affected
By the Swede's mood variety.
On the wooden pier mystified,
Directly fishing birds.
The mage takes it in stride,
Though the flying fish are absurd.
Post by: corncobman on November 12, 2018, 04:28:57 AM
Back To Food Flanked, Back To His Plank
Treating the air like a stream,
The fish look quite batty.
At the closest flying bream,
Lalli throws his hook at it.
All that the Finn did
Was make the display go POOF!
Their shared dream thus splits,
They separate ways go aloof.
Emil to his own dream
And back too goes the Finn.
Back to familiar themes,
It was nice talking with him.
Back to his house of swank,
Just about to have his chow.
Lalli returned to his planks.
Straight away, sleeping now.
Post by: corncobman on November 12, 2018, 10:29:22 PM
Bored Of The Toy, If Looks Could Destroy...
Playing battleship laying flat,
Crossing days all the more.
While Reynir and the cat,
Getting more and more bored.
Batting with her mouse toy,
With a face not invested.
Isolation sucks out the joy,
And her patience is tested.
With a makeshift reaching hand,
The two 'friends' have their fun.
While alone is the braidy man, 'til
"Visitor for one Reynir Árnason!"
Post by: corncobman on November 14, 2018, 09:35:36 PM
Brother Of Reynir, Show No Symptoms Here
It's Reynir's sibling,
Bjarni's his name.
With some minor ribbing,
Like quarantine's a game.
His suit is itchy
The brother complains.
Refrain from acting sickly
In the sterile domain.
Displaying rash symptoms
Here is ill-advised.
After all there was a victim,
Who from it has died.
How are their parents?
Are they angry at him?
A letter Bjarni's sent,
Guess the trouble he's in...
The brother doesn't doubt
That they're not not mad.
Now that the cat's out
For the troublesome lad.
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How's The Plastic Prison (based on Ride Across The River by Dire Straits)
He's deprived of freedom in a small prison cell
Quarantine frozen, transparent hell
He's rendered immobile and he can't adjust
The days passing torture but endure it he must
Now his brother's come in, grinning wide...
How's the plastic prison, being locked inside?
He was going stir-crazy, 'til he got the word
A visitor for him was what he then heard.
It's his older bro Bjarni in a suit round his frame
Like being all locked up is part of a game
Now his brother's come in, grinning wide...
How's the plastic prison, being locked inside?
Asking how are their parents, are mom and dad alright?
They haven't spoken, a letter he did write
After the long forbidden journey he's had
It may be bad news, doubts they're not mad
A ride wasn't permitted, parents defied
Guess the trouble he's in, now they're terrified...
Post by: corncobman on November 15, 2018, 11:26:15 PM
Access Unlocked, Cleared To Dock
He's sure that they'll be,
As he fist-bumps the divider,
At least a little happy
That Reynir's alive there.
"Don't touch the wall."
Snaps the escort all strict.
With some skills magical,
He'll give their mom a lift.
Visiting time elapsed,
They're really tight-fisted.
His shoulder clapped,
To the showers assisted.
"I'll see you on the outside!"
While he's dragged, he salutes.
"Decontamination showers?" he realised
"What was even the point of the suit?!?"
Crossing the final day,
With the marker observed.
An announcement is made,
Cleared to enter the berth.
Post by: corncobman on November 19, 2018, 12:49:59 AM
Great Walls Are Not Clear, Country Of Reynir
The quarantine done,
Not a moment too fast.
Rejoices Sigrun,
Freedom! At last!
Free from their rooms,
How great, non-see-through walls!
Get the belongings of whom
Are permitted to recall.
Have to suffer the box,
One of them though still.
Be carried under key and lock,
To landfall kitty will.
All eyes to shoreward,
Finally allowed entry.
Now to be harboured
In Reynir's home country.
Post by: corncobman on November 19, 2018, 10:40:47 PM
Where In Reykjavik? Follow The Icelandics
In the Icelandic kingdom,
The gantries stand tall.
After the limbo humdrum,
Passengers make land fall.
Free cats on crates and tiles,
Watching the out and inflow.
They have lodgings to file,
Which direction do they go?
They follow, Mikkel presumes,
The Icelandic speaking pair.
A welcome, opportune,
A group with great fanfare.
On serveral faces worn,
Smiles of relief and placation.
"Welcome," says Torbjörn,
"Back to civilisation!"
Post by: corncobman on November 21, 2018, 11:57:03 PM
Motherly Hug, Mysterious Tug
Hugs of joy and tears at
The reuniting families.
Sigrun gives a head pat,
To Trond as he seethes.
The old man is alive yet,
Though grim at her tease.
Reynir's mother full of frets,
While his dad seems displeased.
"How are you?" Taru asks Lalli,
Is there anything she can do?
Dismissed, then to an alley
Dragged by the scruff, out of view.
Post by: corncobman on November 23, 2018, 01:42:00 AM
No Longer Smiled, Stupid Idiot Child
A quiet word to the lonely,
Taken out of the line.
"Don't dwell on it," says Onni,
"It'll be fine. We will be fine."
A hand on his shoulder,
Some much needed assurance.
From the younger to the older,
They both must endure it.
Reynir's mother lost composure,
The red head getting it.
The grief and relief over,
Now the rage is setting in.
Post by: corncobman on November 26, 2018, 09:05:19 AM
Down Blows Did Rain, Have No Heart? No Brain?
The insolent tyke
Didn't love his mother.
After multiple strikes,
She then pokes his brother.
Always getting into trouble
His little brother, led astray.
Also giving him a pummel,
What part did Bjarni play?
How could Reynir do this
To his own poor mommy?
Is his heart in absence?
Or did he go barmy?
A harsh scolding he's earned,
His adventures are done.
Never would have returned,
His very unintelligent son.
Trond he goes thanking,
For bringing him back to base.
He wouldn't have been
There in the first place.
Post by: corncobman on November 27, 2018, 01:30:51 AM
With Them Stayed, Collectors Prepaid
His wayward son gathered,
Returning the braid.
For this debt, says the father,
They must be repaid.
A room while they're there,
They all must be in need.
An honour for their care,
To host, entertain and feed.
"What's he saying?" asks Sigrun,
"Free lodging." Mikkel responds.
For a handout from the grumpy one,
Asking a paycheck of Trond.
He's directed to the Swede,
Let them go to the coffers!
Several collectors agreed,
Reserved and prepaid their offers.
For the list they sent out,
And auctioning off the rest.
They can settle their accounts,
Even bonuses redressed.
Post by: corncobman on November 29, 2018, 01:14:17 AM
Horde Of Reporters, Should Have Ignored Her
A reporter horde,
Three of them there.
To be on record
Has some of them scared.
They're semi-famous!
Although it might be much.
No thoughts of entertaining,
His face in Onni's clutch.
Sigrun much enthused,
Excitedly responds "YES!"
This won't be refused
By the Norwegian most best.
"I don't speak Icelandic"
But she understands his words.
He tries to be slick, but
Finnish she says undeterred.
Nothing Emil can do,
"You got me! Swedish!" he snapped.
For this interview,
The lady's got him trapped.
Post by: corncobman on November 29, 2018, 11:45:28 PM
White Clover Growths, Keep Them Both
Emil getting grilled,
His dismay makes the news.
While imparts Mikkel,
His botannical views.
Well enough questions asked,
They have business to bank.
The gardening enthusiasts
Will have them to thank.
Receiving remuneration,
Some kissing their cash.
Lalli has duplication,
One he tries to pass.
Staring bemuse-d,
Mistakenly assigned?
But Onni refuses.
They're his, he declines.
"See you all later!"
To eat at restaurants fine.
Remember, at the station,
To be there in time.
Post by: corncobman on December 02, 2018, 11:56:52 PM
Won't Be Dodging Free Lodging
Don't worry about it.
She knows how to tell time.
Don't want to miss that housing,
Since it won't be on her dime.
"Hey, Onni!" calls Reynir,
"Uh, do you remember me?"
Yes, his memory is clear,
An enduring twerp is he.
They're going to get a bite,
Both Reynir and his family.
The pair he invites,
Then they can go to sightsee.
Post by: corncobman on December 04, 2018, 12:46:11 AM
Later, Reynir, Sitting And Waiting Here?
No sightseeing, doubtless,
They aren't in the mood.
"Go on without us."
Go ahead, get your food.
Sitting by the station,
Are the cousins in spells.
No quiet observation,
As beside them is a yell.
"Seriously?!" he shouted,
Waiting, frustrating so.
He could have gone out there,
If he could speak the lingo.
Post by: corncobman on December 05, 2018, 09:42:51 PM
Owl Scowl, Witch Ditched
Complaining no end,
"This is just pathetic."
Is that the chosen friend?
Onni just doesn't get it.
Emil gets up to at least
Go take look at the shops.
Wonders won't cease,
The cat to his feet hops.
A bewildered mind,
Onni left in exile.
The Swede looking behind
With a pleasant smile.
The offer was declined,
But he changed his mind quick.
Why is he now inclined?
Maybe the problem's Icelandic...
Post by: corncobman on December 06, 2018, 10:39:03 PM
Having Fun, Cinnamon Buns
Looking at shop shoes,
Wandering the streets.
A stall barbecue,
With hot dogs to eat.
In a restaurant dining,
The Dane and the Norse.
Both smiles shining
With a slap-up course.
The kitty plays free,
A companion in a hotel,
A bakery with pastries,
Can't keep away from the smell.
Magic in the family
In mother's happy arms.
Such a great help he'll be
On the Árnason farm...
Post by: corncobman on December 10, 2018, 10:04:55 AM
Aunty Helga Was A Spell Gal
Lalli and Emil be
Bun and boxes laden.
Passing by the family
Of the young man braided.
They have other mages
In the family Árnason?
In the blood through the ages
Aunt Helga was the last one.
Really old aunty Helga?
Oh, she was a grouch.
As far as they could tell, she
Was always yelling "ouch".
It's just the way she was,
She loved her occupation.
Time to bring this to close,
That's enough conversation.
In the same station,
Arms crossed a man sits.
Onni sits in impatience,
They return bearing gifts.
Post by: corncobman on December 11, 2018, 12:41:57 AM
Ate A Glut And Bust Her Guts
Sigrun the glutton,
Ate too much where they went.
She has broken guts, and
Has her money all spent.
The Norwegian is fine,
According to the Dane.
Most of her bottom line,
99 percent still remains.
Empty houses, there are lots.
Are those buildings in use?
They used to be, now not.
For reasons of produce.
There were back in the day,
The city was way more full.
Since then many vacated,
For food and life arable.
Post by: corncobman on December 13, 2018, 05:22:48 AM
On Him Swede Foisted, Shoulder Moistened
A lot of the towns
Away from the shores
Weren't even found
Like that before.
Such as the Árnason's,
It didn't exist.
Reynir's sure everyone
Will all love it.
The beset elder owl,
Surrounded and cramped.
He suffers with a scowl,
'Cos his shoulder is damp.
Onni still disgruntled by
The long winding road.
Reynir walking in front and
Welcomes them to his abode.
Post by: corncobman on December 17, 2018, 04:43:58 AM
Well, Here They Are, Home Is Brúardalar
A bright little town,
In this location remote.
Close to the ground,
By nature kept afloat.
Atop steps do they peer,
At the houses commons.
"Brúardalar" says Reynir,
Which one is the Árnasons?
Post by: corncobman on December 30, 2018, 09:41:04 PM
Sheep Swamped, Coat Chomped
The elder two squaddies,
Relax on the hut roof.
The Finnish owl plods, he
Goes in search of truth.
The three members younger,
Surrounded by sheep.
For garments they hunger,
The Swede's he'd like to keep!
Lose interest, they'll maybe
Lalli stays mightily still.
But unfortunately they be
Still up in his grill...
Post by: corncobman on January 04, 2019, 09:47:35 AM
Not Making Sense, New Best Friends
This is where they live,
The Árnason plot.
It's nice, isn't it?
"Mh" is all he got.
Reynir, sweetheart,
You set up your two friends.
To his room, do his part,
And the others she will tend.
A nonplussed Swedish face,
He didn't request this.
Out of the blue, an embrace
With his brand new besties...
Post by: corncobman on January 08, 2019, 01:20:16 AM
Not 'Best Friends' With You, Down, Please. Shoo?
He easily makes friends,
Sorry about his mother.
He had to pretend,
Hope it wasn't a bother.
Since they're similar ages,
They must be best chums.
A miscommunication major,
"Best friends" are not them.
He'll get the mattresses spare,
But before he can do so,
Lalli without any care
Is on Reynir's bed, oh no!
Post by: corncobman on January 09, 2019, 11:38:36 PM
Not A Hotel For Thee, Lodging For Free
After trudging through hell,
He gets no room for private.
Emil, you don't have to yell,
This is as good as it gets.
His ire set ablaze,
The Swedish fop rages.
With his mattress raised.
Tipped over the mage is.
From adjacent he's shush-ed,
Far too noisy Emil be.
You shouldn't be pushy, when
You're staying there for free.
Post by: corncobman on January 11, 2019, 12:55:33 AM
Teams For Hire Agency, No Desire Or Temptation, See
Their profit use plans,
Taru has one with Trond.
With expedition demands,
Creating an agency in response.
They'll be able to hire
People right off the bat!
Their publicity inspired
People interested in that.
They all get priority,
They'll pay well to boot.
In it no desire, for she'd
Rather go home with her loot.
Post by: corncobman on January 13, 2019, 11:16:18 PM
A Place There'll Be, Roaming Freely
"And you, Mikkel?"
The question is posed.
Well, a new job he will
Need now, he disclosed.
Sigrun suggests, why
Doesn't he go with her?
In her town, most best, he
Could be mail-man or butcher.
Food taster positions in
Her town can be garnered?
There would, if requisitioned,
Be at least one for the farmer.
Well, in any case, there'll
Be a role if they need them.
They can go to any place?
Emil and Lalli can free roam...
Post by: corncobman on January 14, 2019, 09:57:33 PM
To That There Summit, It's Reynir, Dammit!
See you if we see you, bye kids,
Go wherever you want.
A mountain Emil will summit,
It seems très intéressant.
Lalli with half a mind to stay,
Or to go with him up the mont.
"Go with your friend" he says,
The owl is acting nonchalant.
Onni trudges away,
A single figure morose.
Will the older mage be okay?
He and Lalli don't seem that close.
Surprise! Hi, Onni! Hey!
It's the herder of goats.
Still long is the day,
He can't get rid of his host.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on January 16, 2019, 10:28:07 PM
Adventure II, page 40
Dear Reynir, you've returned from far away,
And we, your friends, have waited anxiously.
Now we here want to hear what you've to say,
Of your adventures when you went to sea.
O Reynir, I have waited most of all,
For you have always brought joy to my eyes.
And now I see you, now your name I call,
And greet you with excited lovestruck cries.
O boy with hair so long and flaming red,
Your green eyes rival ferns on forest floors.
Such courage and such spunk! I'd like to wed
You, and to follow you to foreign shores.
My darling Reynir, tell me all your tales,
And may I come with you on all your trails.
Post by: corncobman on January 17, 2019, 03:07:24 AM
Did He Cry A Lot? Asks The Annoying Tot
They have time to talk,
Don't they, finally?
Onni starts to balk,
But interrupted is he.
Reynir's pals, wide-eyed,
Call him, excited and alert.
Is it true he got lost and cried?
Asks the annoying little squirt.
He didn't get lost, like
He knew vaguely where to go.
To the neighbourhood tyke,
He firmly responds with a "No."
Post by: Nellie McEnt on January 17, 2019, 09:08:25 PM
Adventure II, Page 41
Now I have sent that rude young boy away,
“Where was I?” I will ask you with a grin.
So many stories, I’ve so much to say,
So many great adventures there have been.
We stand here in the verdant summer glade,
Hands clasped, you listen, eyes intent on me.
And I remember a far darker shade,
But still I smile, that is all you’ll see.
I just want to impress, I think, but no
I also want to hide the pain—forget!
Some stories that I wanted so to know
I will not speak to your bright eyes just yet.
Some day, perhaps, in some glade not so green
I will recall the horrors I have seen.
Post by: corncobman on January 18, 2019, 09:51:17 PM
Upset, Infuriated, Get Out Of Here, Matey!
On a boat he got hired...
Any trolls did he kill?
Of the twerp he is tired,
Conversation gone downhill.
He did banish a ghost,
Kinda, be that as it may.
Lame, his mom could do those,
Get out of here! Go away!
Now the urchin's sent packing,
He can tell tales of delight.
But Onni the shadows tracking,
He slinks away, out of sight.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on January 20, 2019, 09:23:50 PM
Adventure II, Page 42
O lock of hair that doth bedeck my crown,
Now severed are you from your noble kin.
A woolly beast looked over, frowning down
Upon you, and it took you--what a sin!
O golden strands, as gleaming as the rest,
Your shining presence sorely I shall miss.
Of all my locks of hair, thou were the best,
And kept my self esteem in surest bliss.
That fluffy monster and its fluffy friends
(Or fiends, perhaps, would be a better word)
Hath caused my noblest hairs to meet their ends--
And mark my works, revengeance* shall be heard.
My mournful cries, like birds, scream 'round the hills;
My heart is heavy with these grievous ills.
*Headcanon as to the state of Emil's vocabulary...
Post by: Nellie McEnt on January 21, 2019, 09:10:03 PM
Adventure II, Page 43
It was worth it! Gaze upon this view!
I cast my arms wide open, filled with glee
That I stand on this mountaintop with you,
And, breathing deep, look far as I can see.
The em'rald hills, the river, and the town
All spread below us in a sweeping scene.
I look up at the sky and then gaze down
At all the shades that wash Earth blue and green.
I say, dear Lalli, I could weep for bliss,
But seems the fickle sky shares my delight.
The rain pours down, with splashing and a hiss,
To drench us as the clouds waltz with the light.
Was it worth it, braving sheep and slope?
Either way, we'll simply have to cope.
(Edit: Yeah, so, only now, three or four days later, do I realize that the so-called "iambic pentameter" of the first line and the last two is actually not iambic pentameter at all. I have no idea why I didn't notice that. Sorry :P)
Post by: corncobman on January 22, 2019, 08:24:24 AM
Sheep Chewing, Keep Pursuing
The Swede grunts and strains,
From his rustic endeavour.
One has visible pain,
The other calm as ever.
For the top he can't wait,
Lying tired on the grass.
But his hair starts to be ate,
Even tearing off, what brass!
After losing a clump,
He cries: "GO AWAY, YOU BEAST!"
Now getting the grumps,
His fancy hair is no feast!
Emil ever more angersome,
They come to observe it.
Where do they keep coming from?
This idea was not worth it.
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Pg 43
Suddenly Sour, Impromptu Shower
"It was worth it!", he said,
When they reach the summit.
But upon both their heads,
Then a downpour doth plummet.
Out a fair bit away, they're
Far from shelter or shade.
At the two the sheep stare,
Like two lost lambs a-strayed.
A cosy place elsewhere,
A cat sitting content.
Perched on some Danish hair,
The unflappable gent.
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My Hair Ain't Hay (based on So Far Away by Dire Straits)
Here I am a-hiking this mean old hill
And my blonde hair ain't hay, you beast
And there were ewe, have you had your fill?
My blonde hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair is gone from me
My hair ain't hay, you beast
Oh, my hair ain't hay, you beast, alright (Oh my ha-air)
I'm tired of being in spots and accident prone
When my blonde hair ain't hay, you beast
I'm tired of taking shots from teeth and bone
'Cause my blonde hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair is gone from me
My hair ain't hay, you beast
Oh, my hair ain't hay, you beast, alright (Oh my ha-air)
And I get so tired, when exercise is my bane
When my blonde hair ain't hay, you beast
See, we've been in the sun and it begun to rain
And my blonde hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair is gone from me
My hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair ain't hay, you beast
You get out
Hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair ain't hay, you beast
Ow, my ha-air
Oh, my hair ain't hay, you beast
Yeah, my hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair ain't hay, you beast
Ow, my ha-air
And my hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair ain't hay, you beast
Ow, my ha-air
My hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair ain't hay, you beast
Ow, my ha-air
Yeah, ewe, my hair ain't hay, you beast
My hair ain't hay, you beast
Alright
Ow, my ha-air
Ow, my ha-air
My hair just ain't hay, you beast
Post by: corncobman on January 23, 2019, 10:09:22 PM
Sounded Fatter, Pointless Chatter
For supper they're late,
A hand on him gripped.
Looking like he can't wait,
The owl is equipped.
Mikkel is the one they made
To talk to him on the radio.
He sounded he weighed
More than he now shows.
What does Onni want?
His business uncertain.
Getting to the point,
He needs a favour done.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on January 23, 2019, 10:14:17 PM
Adventure II, Page 44
I stride with stealthy purpose through the streets
And, slung over my shoulder, hold a pack.
I see the silhouette of that strong Dane
And go to speak with him, though tact I lack.
Just as he turns to enter in the door,
I clasp him by the shoulder and he turns.
I'm leaving, I can't stay here anymore;
But I need help, although to ask it burns.
I try to make small talk, but think I fail;
He doesn't seem to much appreciate
My manners. Under glow of streetlights pale,
I ask for help to quietly escape.
The rain has stopped, but I feel weighted down,
I need a favor, I say with a frown.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on January 24, 2019, 08:40:03 PM
Adventure II, Page 45
There's nothing back at home for him, I know,
So, leaving him behind, I'll set him free.
It's by myself to Saimaa I must go;
He'll get my note too late to follow me.
I tell myself I will not mind the nights
When it is dark and cold, and they're not there.
My sister and my cousin were like lights
Which, passing in the night, now disappear.
Don't let him lose that Swede, his only friend,
For he, at least, must never be alone.
I will not stand for him to slowly wend
His way though empty streets filled with the moans
Of hollow winds. And so I turn away
From this small town, where I could never stay.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on January 24, 2019, 09:39:15 PM
Adventure II, Page 45
(In response to Jude Wilkins' suggestion that I could "wither It" with a sonnet. I wish. I really do.)
Get thee away, you enigmatic thing.
Don't haunt their footsteps, hear my cold refrain.
Where you go, fear and sorrow's all you bring,
And I won't let them face that, not again.
Get thee away, you shadow-shrouded creep,
You'll touch not Lalli nor his cousin now.
I am their vengeance; vengeance never sleeps,
Step off the stage, and take your final bow.
Get thee away, you creature of the night,
I tell you one more time, now, disappear.
There still is hope here, still they have some light
And you will not extinguish it with fear.
Though I wield only words, watch them take hold,
Get thee away, grim thing so cruel and old.
Post by: corncobman on January 24, 2019, 11:25:57 PM
Don't Want Him To Follow, Give Tomorrow
Is Mikkel decently
Dependable? It depends.
Onni'll return presently,
So this letter do send.
He is going back to Saimaa,
Doesn't want Lalli in tow.
There's nowt for him there, ya
Give it to him tomorrow.
He says "And another thing..."
Emil's the first friend he's had.
Make sure that they keep sticking
Together when they leave Iceland.
So the letter he gives,
This task Mikkel can complete.
"Thanks, goodbye." Onni bids,
Walking out through the streets.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on January 27, 2019, 10:03:43 PM
Adventure II, Page 46
I hope you like to sit and watch things burn;
It seems as though our fate's set by decree.
In truth I pray this offer you won't spurn,
And you'll return to Sweden soon with me.
And truly, flames are marvels so divine;
They leap and twirl and make the cold air bright;
Their orange heat alone outdoes their shine,
And all the world goes dark beside their light.
And so my world, I think, might have gone dark
If you had left me to this task alone,
To watch the flames dance, ever at a work
Whose danger dims beside that which we've known.
I surely hope you like to watch things burn,
And your companionship I hope to earn.
(Thanks to Martin in the comments for pointing out that I had rhymed "light" with "light" in the second stanza)
Post by: Nellie McEnt on January 28, 2019, 09:55:17 PM
Adventure II, Page 47
Hey Onni! Onni, must you really leave?
You can't--of everything we need to talk.
There's been so much, there is so much to grieve,
And I have wronged you, and away you walk,
And I have not apologized-- but what?
If I've done nothing, why'd you punch my face?
You don't remember? (There's a line new-cut)
No, I don't need revenge, but won't you trace
Your memory? You surely must recall
That in the dream-realm I came to your grove;
Is this some foolish trick to make me fall
Out from your footsteps? No, with you I'll rove.
You say I need not say I'm sorry--still,
It's you I've followed, and I always will.
Post by: corncobman on January 29, 2019, 12:55:22 AM
Maybe Returning, Like To Watch Burning?
What plans for the cleanser
After he leaves here?
Maybe their ranks re-enter,
Maybe a promotion, unclear...
Would they accept another,
One who doesn't speak Swedish?
No standards, it's discovered,
So there's nothing to impede it.
"Good to hear!" he declares,
He can take Lalli and sign him up.
An order from the man-bear.
Does Lalli like things lighting up?
Plenty of fires they'll provide him.
A puzzled question mark.
Let's hope that inside him
There's a pyromaniac spark.
Out the window Reynir spots,
An eldar mage escapee.
Donning coat, quickly trots,
To catch up with Onni.
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Pg 47
Punched In The Cheek, Revenge Does He Seek?
Is he seriously leaving?
Hold on, not so fast.
They need to be speaking
About all that has passed.
He never even got to
Apologize to the owl.
Why would he have cause to?
He didn't do anything foul.
Why did he get punched then,
Right in the smacker?
Whatever he had done then
No memory has the attacker.
The Finn keeping dead pan,
Says sorry for that event.
If Reynir needs it he can
Punch Onni back in revenge.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on January 30, 2019, 09:46:45 PM
Adventure II, Page 48
You're going somewhere, eyes cast deep in shade,
A shadow that is naught to that which grows
Within your solemn tone. This choice you've made
May not be such a wise one; please don't go.
Stay here a while, mum and dad won't mind;
They love when company is in the house.
And misery is something you won't find,
If you spend just a while hereabout.
No? If not so, I'll visit you some day--
But, ever terse, you brush my speech aside.
We'll never meet again is what you say,
And, not but looking back, bid me goodbye.
I walk in nervous silence through the dusk.
We'll meet again, we will, someday. We must.
*Personal biases have not at all influenced this author's title
Apologies for the abundance of slant rhymes; I'm studying for exams and can't think of better ones!
Post by: Nellie McEnt on January 31, 2019, 11:07:51 PM
Sonnet for a Letter
Adventure II, Page 49
“And don’t come visit me, I’ll visit you!”
That exclamation point seems oddly placed;
I glance up, let the light that’s streaming through
The windows fill my eyes, dance on my face.
Where have you gone? You’ve left me here, alone.
It’s true I’ve made a friend, and true that’s good;
But something’s insincere about your tone,
It makes me worried. Possibly I should
Rise from this chair and creep across the floor
And follow in the steps you must have walked
To leave this town, to flit away before
I saw you and caught up and—what, we talked?
I cannot fathom why you’d leave like this—
No word goodbye—I hope it’s me you’ll miss.
Post by: corncobman on February 01, 2019, 09:18:17 AM
Can He Visit, He Cannot, Letter Asleep Got
"It's fine," says he,
Reynir doesn't really care.
Is he doing okay, really?
He should stay for a while there.
It's really calming, and
His parents like company.
He has other plans,
"And I'm fine," says Onni.
"Don't worry about it."
Reynir will visit, okay?
The Finn disallows it,
Won't meet again will they.
Reynir still firmly believes,
They'll meet again, as he paced.
A letter the cat receives,
Put on his sleeping face.
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Pg 49
Get A Job Anew, Don't Visit Me, I'll Visit You
Onni's going back to Keuruu,
The cat reads the letter.
A new friend, good for you!
It'll make things for him better.
Stick with him, get a new gig,
As for visiting, well don't.
Onni will visit instead, dig?
"Take care. ~Onni" On that note...
Post by: Adge on February 04, 2019, 07:24:27 AM
Almost since SSSS started, I've been trying to write a retelling of the comic in English alliterative metre, because that seems to be the nearest thing in English verse to the Kalevala metre. I keep revising more than I write, so I haven't got very far, and even of that I'm really only prepared to show the earliest, most revised bits, but here goes for Prologue 1
Day 0
Dalsnes, rain-dark, double-streamed fjord hithe,
Riven from the land by rocks collapsed
Under ceaseless rain severing the hill-road.
In a harbour café comrades chatter
Of the barred town-link and boats for their need
To reopen trade. Ingrid Pedersen,
Low-effort hippie, longs for the car-way
To shut for ever. Aksel, worrier,
Groans for his kin, grandma alone,
Her sole company a cat to stroke,
Threatened by the sickness. Thrawn, sharp-speaking
Sigrun Larsen would lock the hithe
From the old and the frommed, over-needy.
Her wasp-tongue stings worrier Aksel;
Grandma-anxious Eide grandson
Dashes rain-drenched to Dalsnes pier
And to Gunnar's boat. He begs the skipper
Passage for his nan and her companion cat
To Dalsnes hithe. His doubt relieved
Aksel lingers too long on the staithe
And a whale-big wave whelms the delayer.
Drenched and fallen he finds his companions
Laughing at his downfall as they linger at coffee.
Goran Andersen, awesome-bearded,
In the papers reads of the rash sickness,
Of Iceland’s block on incoming folk
Lest sick workers dissize their wealth;
How its fast spread, deficient care-skills
For oldest and babes forebode danger
Of ill outcoming; Aksel was right
To fear for his kin. But the four comrades
Cosy in the hithe, happy at the loss
Of the land trade-path, look to a time
Of old ways revived, vikings again
For a brief sithe till the sickness ends.
While Gunnar's sea-rider the city reaches
Recovers Grandma and cat to fetch
Safe to Dalsnes in sickness days.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 04, 2019, 09:07:32 PM
Adventure II, Page 50
It’s hell in absoluteness I’ve endured;
It all smelled just like ancient wax and sweat.
And day on day,* our misery uncured,
I asked myself, “are we not home, not yet?”
Each morning drear, I woke from sleeping sore
Upon a filthy mattress in the tank.
Oh, all I really wanted anymore
Was just a bed, but our conditions stank!
The food was made of candles, melted wax!
The cattank broke, and so’d my self-esteem!
We faced attack upon deadly attack!
This journey was a wreck, is what I deem.
I sometimes wish I never left my home,
Those unforgiving wastelands for to roam.
*thanks for the edit, Richard Weir!
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 04, 2019, 09:08:05 PM
Adventure II, Page 51
How thou consumest every spot of land!
Your petals, downy white like snow, enfold
Each hill and vale within their gentle hand:
They thrive upon the soil which trolls hold.
Your name, some long word in another tongue,
Well fits your enigmatic nature, and
I know that always in a land made young
By sickness, you will find a place to stand.
So, clover white, O snowdrop clover dear,
Make clean the earth that’s spoiled by the trolls.
Let no more hint of darkness gather near,
And cover all the forests and the knolls.
Although some skeptics say you simply must
Be false, in your true nature I place trust.
So, it turns out that some Minnions pronounce the words "soil" and "spoiled" as one syllable, instead of two. Here's an edited version of the poem for their most worthy sake:
Sonnet for White Clover
How thou consumest every spot of land!
Your petals, downy white like snow, enfold
Each hill and vale within their gentle hand:
They thrive upon the soil which grosslings hold.
Your name, some long word in another tongue,
Well fits your enigmatic nature, and
I know that always in a land made young
By sickness, you will find a place to stand.
So, clover white, O snowdrop clover dear,
Make clean the earth that’s spoiled by roaming trolls.
Let no more hint of darkness gather near,
And cover all the forests and the knolls.
Although some skeptics say you simply must
Be false, in your true nature I place trust.
Thanks to Richard Weir and Lee for the edits!
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 04, 2019, 09:25:21 PM
Hi friends.
Almost since SSSS started, I've been trying to write a retelling of the comic in English alliterative metre, because that seems to be the nearest thing in English verse to the Kalevala metre. I keep revising more than I write, so I haven't got very far, and even of that I'm really only prepared to show the earliest, most revised bits, but here goes for Prologue 1
HOLY LALLI, ADGE! This is most best! Good for you! I'm overusing exclamation points! Because I am excited!
And, since it's the rules to post poems in all posts on this thread, and you deserve a sonnet anyway, here you go:
Dear Adge, your work deserves the greatest praise
That can be given to a poet here:
You're most best! Such fine poetry does raise
The bar to new heights, never did I hear
Such lovely verses telling this great tale,
Which all of us know well as well can be;
Don't ever doubt your skill, you shall prevail
To honored station: thusly let it be.
I speak with honesty, so hear my speech:
Your poetry is gorgeous, keep it up!
I cannot wait to read more; I beseech
You, bless us with more poems, follow up
On your well-chosen words--I speak but truth:
Stay with us, please, I love your work, forsooth!
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 06, 2019, 06:03:06 PM
Adventure II, Page 52
"Do not forget to visit us," says Siv,
And gives her Emil dear a hug farewell.
"She's excellent, but too long has she lived
To enter grade-A training; still, she's swell."
And Reynir's mother welcomes children home;
Her heart can hardly take it, here they are!
All over lost and silent lands they roam,
But even so, they come back from afar.
And Reynir's father thanks the grumbling Trond
For all his service; honored so was he
To have him in his house--but none too fond
Is this old soldier of the pleasantries.
And so time ticks along its course, and they
Are drawn apart until some other day.
(Thank you to RanVor and Windfighter for helping me figure out Siv's relationship to Emil. Long story of mine own confusion.)
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 07, 2019, 09:48:03 PM
Adventure II, Page 53
So many fresh new faces, what a joy!
No matter if you've known for days or years
About your powers, now you will deploy
Them, honing your great magic skills right here!
It's time to bring prosperity upon
Your fellows, and your friends and families;
For there's no better use than just this one
For such gods-blessed responsibilities.
Good crops, good health, good luck in finding love,
And taking care of animals on farms
Or in the woods, or soaring high above;
Now lift the mantle of your skills, take arms!
The world's a place that always needs a mage,
Its hurts to heal and worries to assuage.
*okay, sure, Nellie. This is a great title. You're clearly not still addled [from an evil head cold] at all.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 11, 2019, 09:07:07 PM
Adventure II, Page 54
"It's strange, don't you agree," I asked her once,
"To be the only guys in this whole class?"
I realized not that I had been a dunce;
It was a foolish question that I asked.
For "I'm a woman," said she, much annoyed,
And rose and stalked away with great offence.
I stuttered out "I'm sorry," but destroyed
All hope of her returning ever hence.
Alas! I lay my head in hands, ashamed;
This error I have no clue how to mend.
For my own isolation I'll be blamed,
And ever, will I ever make a friend?
But this is melodrama, I suppose;
For elsewhere in my life, fine friendship grows.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 11, 2019, 09:07:44 PM
Adventure II, Page 55
So many things I've learned in this brief course,
Like how to cure an ailment, or help crops
Grow twice the size they would, or how to force
A stubborn horse to move with brisker clops.
Still, more I wish to learn, so where to go
To find the proper courses, take the class
That teaches all the things there are to know
About the use of magic to surpass
The dangers of the trolls and giants cruel--
But what is this? She says it's not for me
To join the military; in that school
They train just those who have immunity.
Alas, to me that venue shuts its door--
But here I won't remain, not anymore.
Post by: wavewright62 on February 12, 2019, 02:35:23 PM
And Adge - oh how Epic a treatment for our 4 Y0 Norwegians!
Post by: corncobman on February 13, 2019, 09:04:01 AM
Reynir Just Stop, Kitty Collar Popped
Reynir says like a nonce,
"Feels weird being the only guys."
"I'm a woman" is the response.
The Icelander now wants to die.
She just looked like an old man
As he digs deeper his grave.
In a very short time span,
First impressions waived.
A month later the trained
Kitty, face full of food.
Now a collar she's obtained,
Purring, most best mood.
She was already adept at
Detecting by sound and scent.
Now training prepped, so
Casualties they can prevent.
--------------------------------
Pg 55
Not Into Farm Magic, No Option, So Tragic
To properly inform,
No more hissing scenes.
She'll want treats a storm,
They couldn't properly wean.
Meanwhile the lectures,
Are nearly over for him,
Reynir asks the director,
On one of his many whims.
Where can he enrol?
A proper course he seeks.
The shepherd mage's goal,
The Norwegian forces, so to speak.
Won't be opportunity,
Not an option for the guy.
They require immunity,
For that path, few qualify.
His plans seemingly crushed,
No going to fight beasts.
For farm magic as such.
He'll be appreciated at least.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 14, 2019, 06:09:49 PM
Adventure II, Page 56
It's one by one by one my children go.
Each has a different reason why they flee.
One gave the crew his word some time ago;
The others always have someplace to be.
I hug each one good-bye and softly sing,
And watch their backs retreating from my view.
They are my world, they are my everything;
I'll miss them, though I'm proud of what they do.
One daughter stays behind, it's true, but yet--
For just how long, there is no guarantee.
They fly the coop so often, I would bet
She'll stay a week at least, and at most, three.
At least my darling Rey will never leave!
For his bright eyes I'll never have to grieve.**
~~~~~
*In which Nellie, the teenager, tries to write a sonnet from the point of view of a mother. Gods, I hope I didn't mess this up horribly.
**to which Reynir replied: "AaaghHH"
Post by: corncobman on February 14, 2019, 09:20:50 PM
Needed Is The Nurse, Here For Better Or Worse
Bye, children of hers
Daughter, son gigantic.
Needed are nurses
And too mechanics.
Down a book is set,
In a mood sullenly.
Lest Reynir forget,
Always there, he'll be.
But what is this?
An unexpected sight.
Not leaving, this sis?
"Nah." she says, mood bright.
Post by: corncobman on February 14, 2019, 09:43:34 PM
She Quit, You Twit
Her job lost, did she?
She says "No you dunce!"
She resigned, you see,
So she could return at once.
She wished to settle down,
Where her heart belongs.
Her love can be found,
With horse on the lawn.
Reynir's mother, he guesses,
Won't need him that much.
Realising, processing,
A glimmer of hope touched.
Taru, refused by the medic,
Maybe recruit Onni too.
But reveals Mikkel, the stoic,
That he's not gone to Keuruu.
Post by: Adge on February 17, 2019, 02:03:27 PM
HOLY LALLI, ADGE! This is most best! Good for you! I'm overusing exclamation points! Because I am excited!
And, since it's the rules to post poems in all posts on this thread, and you deserve a sonnet anyway, here you go:
Now I'm blushing! Laus laudandae laus vera!
But since you ask:
Day 3
Bornholm ferry, bearing skiver
Cat-friend Michael careless of duty
For his cat's solace, secretly casts
To his sister's farm, a safe foldstead.
Baulks with his phone his boss's anger
Till the news builds of borders closed
Of voyages blocked and diverted boats
To cheat the rage of the rash sickness.
Michael, panicking, pounds the table
But rues anger when wrath's demands
Are mocked to his face by ferry servant
Signe, sarcastic café assistant.
But his tears soften Signe's taunting
Magnus his cat cosies her harshness
Till Michael and Signe, Madsen-Sørenson
Face joblessness, joining together
Their future selves to farm on Bornholm.
Day 5
Isle-clad Mikkeli, maze-water Saimaa,
In the wet city where sickness creeps
Waitress Ainu and unworking Kainu,
Tight-knit sisters, from contagion masked,
Meet in the drizzle and drive their car
To Lumilintu, at the lake-staithe,
The wave-caressed water-traveller
That anxious brother Eino uses
In pleasure time to explore the lakes.
Painter Eino, anxious brother
Hotakainen; hoarder, fearful
Tuuli his soulmate, and son Veeti
Welcome the sisters, as seasick again,
Ainu's husband, hopeless Saku,
Loses his dinner-meat over launch's side.
Veeti, youngling, is veiled from truth
But playing games gazes on news
Of the death-roster of the rash sickness.
Pregnant Ainu, problems seeing
Of labour harmed by delayed help
As hospitals reel when the rash spreads,
Casts a tantrum calmed by Tuuli.
Only the cat, cautious, hungry,
Misu-misu, moggy-guardian,
Keeps dignity as a cat should.
Post by: Adge on February 17, 2019, 02:12:43 PM
It's your own fault: you asked me to share them. ;D
Day 9
Snaking hill roads, snowbound, lonely;
Västerström kin their vehicle fuel
Where dumped papers deal the tidings
Of the doom sickness, death world-spreading
To Stig, husband, stern about money.
Yet it reaches not Ulrika, wife,
Their bairn Mia and Bosse, dog,
Huddling cosy in their car boot.
Ulf and Elvira, awful gamblers,
Childish parents, choke conversation
With stupid demands till Stig, boiling,
Threatens to stop, throw them snow-wards
And leave them to walk to the lonely cabin
Where the Västerströms, avoiding the rash,
Are planning to share a short holiday
Till sickness ends and all is normal.
Month 3
Sea-guards limit the Icelandic risk
Of the rash sickness. The seas they ward
With a strong hand and a strict rule.
Thor, wave-warden, thorough defender,
Sails the boatroads with sight unbleared.
Árni Reynisson, unready guard,
Sees on the radar a restless blip
That signifies a sea wanderer,
Little, unarmoured, looking for haven.
Thor signals the sloop, Icelandic to know
But the only answer's an outlander wave
So Thor hammers the hapless boat,
Her guns shatter the gulls’ companion,
By death destroys the death sickness.
But Reynir's son dissents the ravage,
Nightmare his days, his nights haunted
By unsated slaughter, the sinless blood
Staining the sea. Stay he can not.
He quits, accepts his quarantine
And vows to forget, to garth his sheep,
With all Icelanders the lore to erase
Of the centuries past, of the silent world,
That one far day all will be well again.
Post by: corncobman on February 17, 2019, 09:48:16 PM
Need The Braid Bloke, Give Him A Poke
Can't follow conversation,
Words are picked out.
What's the situation?
Taru has her doubts.
Cryptically masked,
Speech Icelandic obscured.
"Where's Onni?" he asks,
The lady's not sure.
There is no rationale,
For Onni to go there.
Get help Lalli shall,
From the dork with long hair.
To the doofus red-head,
Wierd, dumb shepherd guy.
Catching some zeds?
Poke 'im inna eye!
Post by: corncobman on February 18, 2019, 11:36:47 PM
Signing And Mime, Divining Dream Time
Lalli gestures sternly,
Pointing to his own face.
Then pokes him firmly,
To get his kinsman's trace.
He says "I got it, okay!"
He understands somewhat.
A visit Reynir'll pay,
When all eyes are shut.
Dreamland water lilies,
On the wet rock stands he.
Patiently until he
Can find Onni's locality.
To the man awaiting,
A call out: "Hello!"
On the water skating,
The Icelander and doggo.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 20, 2019, 08:18:14 PM
Adventure II, Page 57
I’ve travelled far and wide, and I have seen
A thousand things along the paths I roam.
Still, not a single place that I have been
Can quite compare to my own quiet home.
And just the other day, I saw a sight
Sufficient for to make me stay for good.
A gorgeous farming man with smile bright
Stood out my window; once I thought none should
Be on my mind, but here he is, and I
Am rather taken by his courting arts.
A bunch of flowers held he—and I sigh
When thinking of his horse bedecked with hearts.
So now I’ll settle where my heart belongs;
It’s for this fellow that my nature longs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sonnet for Onni
Adventure II, Page 58
I hear them speaking words I do not know—
Except a few, which fill me with despair.
“Saimaa,” they say; oh Onni, where’d you go?
I thought to Keuruu; seems you are not there.
I think, you fool, you fail to understand
That you’re the one relation left to me.
It’s desolation for yourself you’ve planned
So like your sister, fleeing to the sea.
I need assistance, though I’m loath to ask
From any quarter—least of all from him
Whose bedside I now walk to give a task,
To help me solve this situation grim.
So wake, O stupid braid-head, you must dream,
And find my cousin, ask him of his means.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sonnet for Understanding
Adventure II, Page 59
A rude awakening you gave to me,
An anxious finger poked into my eye.
Now once again you prod ferociously,
And gesture to your head as well as mine.
Such cruel and violent customs I don’t need
To see the purpose that you would convey;
If I could speak your language, I would plead
For you to figure out some other way
To simply tell me, “meet me in our dreams!”
The message isn’t harsh or hard to send.
When darkness falls and moon, not sunlight, beams
I’ll meet you in the hopes this treatment ends.
And maybe it won’t be so bad to walk
Across the lake; perhaps as friends we’ll talk.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sonnet for a Morally Ambiguous Dog
Adventure II, Page 60
The red-haired mage expressed apologies:
His dog had followed him across the lake.
"He really likes to come along with me,"
And thus, this journey too he'd dared to take.
The Finnish mage frowned like a thundercloud:
Intruders were unwelcome in this place.
"Bad dog," said he; the beast was not allowed
To travel deeper still into his space.
The dog, with smile bright and tongue of pink,
And eyes scrunched up with innocence and joy,
Had no regard for what the mage might think:
"Good dog," said he, and irkèd more the boy.
Determined was he not to be shut out--
But was he good or bad? There lies the doubt.
Post by: corncobman on February 21, 2019, 05:47:32 AM
Bad Puppy To Cat, Where Is Onni At?
Sorry, the dog really likes going with Reynir.
"Bad dog." says Lalli. "Good dog!" - pupper, with cheer.
Anathema of cat-kind, with this weird canine faced.
The doggo doesn't mind, takes no notice of his distaste.
Did he talk with Onni, before the older mage left?
A little did the scrawny lad, senses bereft.
Did Onni take pains to say where he'd stroll?
"Mmm..." Reynir racks his brains, trying to recall.
Post by: corncobman on February 22, 2019, 05:08:36 AM
Want Clarity? Just Follow Me
The place aforementioned
Had an 's' in it?
Something amiss Lalli senses
Now wait just a minute!
He says "He lied to me."
Don't take it to heart.
Sparing his feelings maybe,
So he can just disregard.
Sometimes a truth economical guy,
But lying wasn't on the cards.
The elder mage never lies,
He picked a good time to start...
Does he want to get peace of mind,
Together with the berk?
Alright, with their forces combined,
That direction there might work...
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 22, 2019, 12:54:56 PM
Adventure II, Page 61
A bitter thing's an unexpected lie--
Unseen, unthought, unheard of up to now--
A thousand feelings for my focus vie,
A seething coil pressing on my brow.
There is no comfort for a thing like this;
No words, so frail like paper, can console
My writhing thoughts, and on confusion's kiss
I press into the walls, out of control.
Not quite. But still, a cruel thing has been wrought
When one I knew as honest speaks untrue.
My anger fades to worry. Lies are fraught
With danger; what is happening to you?
My mind's sharp battle breathes its final sigh;
But bitter is an unexpected lie.
Post by: corncobman on February 25, 2019, 02:58:36 AM
Lack of Intelligence? No Immune Inheritance
"It's definitely", he says,
"In this direction."
But it's too far away.
In his introspection.
They should've reached by now,
Is it that he's far in reality?
Lalli's not an expert meow,
Reynir went to school, didn't he?
They didn't teach cool stuff,
For advance courses, didn't qualify.
Was he not intelligent enough?
He's not immune, that's why!
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 25, 2019, 08:00:46 PM
Adventure II, Page 62
Immunity, my dear, wish thou were mine!
It's you I think of, even in my dreams.*
If I could have you--ah, that would be fine;
And, travelling, I'd no more fear for screams.
If you belonged to me, I would be saved
From cruel assumptions whispered in my ear;
Some say I'm not so clever, but I braved
Great danger, and survived: that's why I'm here!
It surely must have taken smarts to live
When trolls and danger clawed right at my back!
But O, Immunity, if you would give
Your hand, it would not matter if I lacked
Intelligence; with just you by my side
We could succeed at anything we tried!
*Oh my gods this must be the third time in a ROW I've used this word in a sonnet.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 25, 2019, 08:01:15 PM
Adventure II, Page 63
It hardly would be right to write these lines
Without some tribute to that artful one
Who gives us, without fail, the work divine
That draws us in, like planets round a sun.
O Minna, may I speak with courtesy
Of all the talent that you kindly share
With Minnions, who want nothing more to see
Than your great epic, crafted with such care.
Each stroke constructs the forms of such a world
As is alive with color--danger too;
Like watercolors 'cross the page are furled
The stories and the lives that stem from you.
I think I speak for all here when I deem
Our gratitude to you is vast as dreams.
Post by: corncobman on February 25, 2019, 11:50:04 PM
Deadly Zone, Bed O' Bones
Lalli gives a shrug,
Cares not for the difference,
Between immunity from the bugs,
And lack of intelligence.
Along the dreamland distance,
To faraway wetland reeds.
Crossed the expanse in mist, and
Little doggo takes the lead.
In this world immers-ed,
The feline scouted mulls.
Walking the path accursed,
Along a bed of skulls.
With a flick of the wrist,
To give a tactile feel.
Where is it they exist?
It is all to be revealed...
Post by: MegaJar on February 27, 2019, 07:29:26 AM
What time is it? Iiiiiiiit's filk time!
River of Screams
(based on Billy Joel's River of Dreams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSq4B_zHqPM))
In the middle of the night,
I go walking in my sleep.
On the pathway of skulls,
Through the river so deep.
I must be searching for Onni,
'Cause he lied to me once.
But the dreamscape is wide,
And my guide is a dunce.
I know exactly why I'm walking at night,
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore.
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find my cousin who I've been looking for.
In the middle of the night,
I go walking in my sleep.
On the pathway of skulls,
Through the river so deep.
We all end in Tuonela,
We all start in the stream.
We're all carried along
By the River of Screams.
In the middle of the night.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 27, 2019, 09:47:02 PM
Adventure II, Page 64
Thy instincts are impeccable, my dear;
If you say turn away, away I'll run.
When I have you to guide me, I've no fear
That I'll be harmed or hurt by anyone.
My trust I give completely to you, friend,
Thou spirit-guide through foggy spirit marsh.
I know I'll never meet a bitter end
Or be destroyed by creatures cruel and harsh.
My Voff, my dearest friend in this strange place,
You know stuff, so it's back I'll go with you--
Come Lalli, we must leave here, let's make haste
Before our fragile safety wears right through.
I fear no dark reeds, heed no staring skull!
My troubles, with you, Voff, are numbered null.
~~
Thanks to speedracer for title edit :)
Post by: corncobman on February 28, 2019, 02:11:01 AM
The dog is unsettled,
It wants to leave pronto.
Wants not to test mettle,
Trust him, it knows.
Let them go back and figure,
From a safer place, survey there.
However Lalli triggers
A breach in the layers.
Unsure stones, the bones moored,
Somehow perched upon them.
The Finn standing out, unsure,
On the skull and spinal column.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on February 28, 2019, 08:50:53 PM
Adventure II, Page 65
A field of whitened flowers softly sways
Beneath the waters blue and green and deep:
In all the dream-world's lost and winding ways,
We've found these waters of eternal sleep.
Three sunken prows, three mossy-shrouded hulls
With holes carved deep into the rotting wood;
Make fitting homes for quiet resting skulls--
You say we should turn back. Perhaps we should.
But look, the white and green, a welcome road
Form stepping stones for feet less light than yours,
And though each sign and every warning bode
Far less than well, I'll reach the other shores.
Don't hold me back; I fear no creature's wrath,
And each white skull's a stone upon my path.
Post by: corncobman on February 28, 2019, 09:53:27 PM
Doggo Whines, Monster Signs
He stare out to the void,
Steps onto the prow.
The remnants of destroyed
Ships visible just now.
Suddenly a jerk,
"We're leaving, okay?"
The Icelandic man irked
By the Finnish delay.
All the while the dog whines,
Danger lurks in the deep end?
Ghastly skulls on dead lines,
Like grim horror portends.
Post by: Adge on March 01, 2019, 04:24:39 AM
So this month, to finish the prologues.
Year 90 – Prologue
Great Reykjavik ruler of Iceland,
Safe in its ocean isolation,
To the Gods returned. The tide seemed good
To reopen links to the living folk,
Rare survivors of the rash sickness,
In Denmark's isle, in the deepset fjords
Of fierce Norway, in the firwood cloak
Of dern Sweden, in Suomi’s wild
Lake-maze fastnesses. So few survive,
So much is lost; so little is held
Of the ancient lands, of lore, of folk,
Though rumours echo of realms forsaken.
But in Reykjavik, riched by earth-might
By sea warded, saved by the Gods
From the rash sickness, civilisation
Is still preserved in the city's streets.
To official ears speak four colleagues,
Folk with purpose, confederate wights,
Proposing to send a party resourced,
Planned and chosen to explore the halls
Of the silent lands, the secrets lost,
The craft-hoards kept from necrotic rage.
The king-folk gives for the federates’ scheme
Gold insufficient for the full design –
Or the sociate folk themselves confront
Terror-haunting fiends, Tuoni’s doorwards,
The troll-shent souls in the Silent Lands;
In person to cross the path of the Swan.
But the group’s preference is for proxy risk.
Flinching from dole in their flesh-clothing,
The four involved, the Västerströms
Siv and Torbjörn, savant spouses
With tightened purse; strategic skald
Taru Hollola; time-spent General
Trond Andersen the tricky old fox,
Make do and mend with the money given.
The store-needs trim, the staff downcount,
Till nothing is left that need will demand,
Till they see clear their silver runs
Only to fools, unfettled, untried;
To the weary trapped by wanhope bleak,
By drear boredom, by dreadful peers,
By stupid dreams; to stark idiots
Wiseless enough to be willing to risk
A hopeless throw. A happy band
To set together in the Silent World.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 01, 2019, 11:33:42 AM
Thank you all for being so supportive - you've encouraged me to the point where I will try to put up a new chapter or at least part of a chapter every month. I should be able to clear Book 1 this year... maybe. If I can stop revising.
Holy Lalli, Adge, your language!
Like an epic poet write you!
Every word uniquely chosen,
Every scene is shown in splendor.
Of your writing I can't tire--
Never fail you to impress me.
Willingly will I await now
Every month to marvel at you.
(By the way: if Roísín reads this,
Have I writ in runo rhythm?
Though alliteration's absent*,
Maybe meter's matched correctly?)
~~~
*Well, not quite, but it's sparse
Post by: Adge on March 02, 2019, 07:15:23 PM
Never fail you to impress me.
Willingly will I await now
Every month to marvel at you.
You really are very generous - praise from someone as brilliant as you is wonderful.
As for your poetry. the best I can do is just to say I love it.
Your poems speak aloud
But in the silences between the words
They sing.
But in the silences between the words
They sing.
Adge.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 02, 2019, 08:48:54 PM
You really are very generous - praise from someone as brilliant as you is wonderful.
Right back at you, Adge. Right back at you.
You people are too nice to me--
I don't know what to do--
But in this bright community
I'm glad I've met with you.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 03, 2019, 08:55:39 PM
Adventure II, Page 66
Thou trickster of the shadow-shrouded ways,
Thou lurker in the hearts of restless men!
You whisper in my ears on dreary days
To say "look further still, and look again."
Thou wanderer within the winding world,
Thou vagrant, unexpected, unannounced!
You stir within my soul, you come uncurled
To say "fall deeper in, your cares renounced."
Thou bearer of a volatile match,
Thou striker on the kindling of our flaws!
You flutter in my heart, my hand you catch,
To say "go further now, obey no laws."
No person can give help who meets with you,
So I will seek another avenue.
Post by: corncobman on March 03, 2019, 09:33:12 PM
Should Avoid It, Disappointed
Something with Onni
Is definitely amiss.
But they can't help in any
Way if they're imperilled in this.
"Come on." Reynir exhorts,
It might not be his dream place.
Their excursion cut short,
They have to give up the chase.
No kinsman thus sighted,
Disappointment palpable.
It'll have to be expedited,
With attempts multiple.
Post by: corncobman on March 04, 2019, 09:50:08 PM
No Soup Or Cheese, No Mood For Pastries
Lalli sits stewing,
Behind a wall of sad.
There's nothing doing
For the Finnish cat lad.
The Icelandic kid says
To meetup again in the night.
But he remains in a haze
His food without a bite.
Putting paper to pen.
Places letters to face.
So long, maybe friend,
He has family to trace...
--------------------------------
Where Do You Think You're Going? by Dire Straits (with a few small changes)
Where do you think you're going?
Don't you know it's dark outside?
Where do you think you're going?
Are you hiding from the light?
Where do you think you're going?
You think I don't know
You got no way of knowing
There's really no place we can go
Don't understand these strangers
In the foreign walls and doors
Don't know where you think you're going
Don't what you're leaving for
And now I'm sick of hoping
I know I like you to be free
Where do you think you're going?
I think you better wait for me
You say there is no reason
But you still find cause to doubt me
If you ain't in the world
These people ain't about me
Where do you think you're going?
Don't you know it's dark outside?
Where do you think you're going?
Are you going out to fight?
And now I'm sick of hoping
I know I like you to be free
Where do you think you're going?
I think you better wait for me
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 04, 2019, 10:43:31 PM
Adventure II, Page 67
A smile's etched serene upon your face,
Oblivious to sorrow carved in mine.
No fresh warm food, no soft words can erase
The worry settled heavily inside.
My mind is blank, but still it darkly reels,
The blackened mass so rushed I cannot tell
If nothing or too much my swift heart feels--
If I'm aflame, or just an empty shell.
My hand shakes not a bit now as I write
To let you know I've followed where he's gone.
Perhaps you'll miss me, vanished in the light
Of morning, but I have to do you wrong.
Your smile, soft as stars, deserves no pain
But that is all I feel or stand to gain.
*Thank you Socks, I don't know where I'd be without you. Probably still sitting in front of a blank tear-stained keyboard
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 06, 2019, 07:07:06 PM
Sing praises of that fine Academy,
Where felines train, in courses sanctioned well,
To save and to protect humanity!
It's such a grand old place, and really swell!
In Iceland, Norway, Sweden, Denmark too,
Our fuzzy friends arrive from far and wide!
They come untrained, they don't know what to do,
But leave the barracks strong and full of pride!
The blessed felines, utterly immune,
Alone of all the mammals, to the Rash,
Will yowl nevermore at silent moon,
But at the trolls, so we can make them ash.
So sing and laud that fine Academy!
They train the greatest cats impeccably!
~~~
A sonnet, perhaps, in form, if not in tone.
So many exclamation marks! Is this how WE'RE THE BEST THEME SONGS usually work?
Post by: corncobman on March 06, 2019, 10:36:10 PM
Using Fish Spoiled, Arsenic, Sunflower Oil
For armed services,
It's the cat academia.
They have campuses,
In Iceland and Scandinavia.
Trained in detection
Of the troll presence,
Using feline olfaction,
The whiff of their essence.
Using decoys that smell
And sound similar is the trick.
Sunflower oil combined well
With rotting fish and arsenic.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 11, 2019, 10:43:53 PM
Adventure II, Page 69
I came to this Academy to learn
To be a Grade A military cat.
I hoped respect and honor I would earn,
A creature for all folks to marvel at!
But all those fine ambitions fell away
The moment that I met my heart's delight!
Oh treats, so sweet, you bring the brightest day
Whenever you are brought into my sight!
My darling, my desire in hard times
When trolls cannot be found, when I am frail,
The knowledge that someday you will be mine
Doth keep me sane despite how much I ail.
Alas, my love, they sunder me from you!
They're bringing me to rehab--what to do?
Post by: corncobman on March 12, 2019, 01:39:57 AM
Be Clever And Find Or Retire Dumb And Blind
Taught to identify,
Cat graduate students,
The humans ranking high
And report threat impendence.
If no humans are proximal,
They report to outposts.
To find hypogean trolls
Is a requirement foremost.
To give ample praise and treats,
Ensures enthusiasm and morale.
Some regardless of pedigrees,
Will fail detecting trolls actual.
These cats cannot be graded,
They'll have to live in safe areas.
They give no tangible aid in
Those situations precarious.
Those lacking in skills required
That such danger they miss,
Will be put out and retired,
To live in ignorant bliss.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 17, 2019, 08:51:05 PM
Adventure II, Page 70
The buildings slant up high in orange light,
And soft, a buzz of chatter fills the air.
Lock up, lock up your heartache, hold it tight--
Don't show your fear to those who do not care.
The trees and flowers bud along the road,
And bursts of laughter bloom like flowers bright.
Hide deep, hide deep your worry, keep it stowed--
Don't let your terror enter in their sight.
The cats sit licking unconcernèd paws
And purring at the warmth of sun and stone.
Tie down, tie down distrust, and follow laws
Composed by those who never felt alone.
Just look around and listen, unperceived,
At all the things that you will have to leave.
~~~
Ooooookay, Nellie, that's...cheerful.
Seriously, where did that come from?? Well, sorry, I hope I didn't depress anyone. <i>Do not follow any of the "instructions" given in this poem.</i>
Post by: corncobman on March 18, 2019, 10:48:54 PM
Covert, Clandestine, Furtive, Feline
With rifle underslung,
In hand, bag of duffel.
The scout of held tongue
Surreptitiously shuffles.
Cats line the alleys,
Grooming, watching in shade.
Back in town from the valleys,
The mage can't be delayed.
This trip he undertakes,
No matter how fruitless or bleak.
To his land with the lakes,
Will he find what he seeks?
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 19, 2019, 11:21:49 PM
Adventure II,Page 70
Throughout the lively city
Lalli walks alone.
His goals not yet established
And no concept of home.
He's unaware, yet quite aware.
He wanders his own way.
Stay no one place for very long
And leave without delay.
For scouting is his wizened trade
And scouting's what he'll do
To seek the path not common
And stick to what is true.
He cares not for the standard life
Or roof above his head
A hollowed trunk will be his home
And softened leaves his bed.
He knows the places safe to walk
And where he should not go.
If others would but listen
Then they themselves would know.
Avoid the empty buildings
That are but dark within.
Can you not hear the voices?
The whispered, quiet din.
He seeks out that which is not found
And if indeed he finds
It matters not, to Lalli
He's of a different mind.
Because as he has come to know
The books do not bring rest.
The path one walks becomes the goal;
The journey is the quest.
-- a dwagon pome
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 23, 2019, 11:31:10 PM
Adventure II, Page 71
So many words surround me all the time,
In languages I cannot comprehend.
And even in the tongue which I call mine,
I sometimes fail to see or apprehend.
So many things I want to tell you here,
Before I leave you, never to return.
I wanted to remain with you, but fear
For others I hold dear, for whom I yearn,
Brings pen to paper; word by stilted word,
I write a note to let you know I've left.
My sentences are shaky, spelling blurred--
Of eloquence I'm certain I'm bereft.
I cannot say half that I wish to show,
And all my cares are written "was nice know."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sonnet for Butter Good
Adventure II, Page 71
Be well, my Emil, may you feel no pain;
A certainty it is you've had your share,
So let the sunsets and the summer rain
Be comforts--let them wash away despair.
Be well, my friend, and may you now be free
From all the darks and dangers of this place.
A fate still twisted lies in wait for me,
But hope yet lives within your eyes and face.
Be well, defender, may you live a life
Unburdened by the trial of the flame;
May you encounter neither fear nor strife,
And send your worries back from whence they came.
I cannot say these things, although I should;
The most I can express is "butter good."
~~~~~~~~~~
Hmm, yes, so I wanted to write more sonnets because I'm a sonnet freak, and I realized that I really hadn't written about the most significant thing on this page, so I did. And it basically ended up being almost the exact same premise as my first sonnet for this page, but I hope that's okay.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 24, 2019, 10:10:22 PM
Adventure II, Page 72
They seem to think their secrets safe with me,
As though I am some tomb of knowledge kept
Unbidden and unasked for; none will see
The things divulged about the ones who crept
Away at night and to some foreign shore;
They told me things and gave the others lies
And thought I'd never ask or wonder more
About the friends I've made as off they fly.
But all the secrets swarm inside my head;
And anyway, they should have understood
That I am not a vault, won't leave unsaid
The things that, spoken, would do others good.
So trust me not, if danger's what you seek,
A rock I'm not; I know my time to speak.
Post by: Snoots Dwagon on March 25, 2019, 01:09:32 AM
Post by: corncobman on March 25, 2019, 01:12:04 AM
Letter Not Understood, "Was Nice Know. Butter Good."
Lalli wrote some kind of note,
It's Swedish but broken, kinda.
What is the Finn trying to emote?
Need a translation, mind you.
"Hello, here paper" it starts,
It's not a good beginning.
The meaning to parse,
The readers' head spinning.
"Movement home, is important doing."
The middle is hardly better.
Is there any danger of construing?
They can all be lost together.
It continues: "Was nice know."
The Finnish man not using his words.
Gone fishing, as the saying goes,
For any semblence of tenses in verbs.
The jist of this letter
The reader can hardly tell.
What's it then say? "Butter,
Good." Lalli what in the hell?
Post by: corncobman on March 25, 2019, 01:29:24 AM
Lalli's Gone, Thereupon
Does Reynir know what
The letter's all about?
He has some idea, so
Why doesn't he let it out?
Meanwhile the Finn
Navigates Icelandic roads.
Trying to find bearings
Amongst shops and abodes.
Looking this way and that,
A route home to find.
The wayward scout cat
Seeking landmarks and signs.
Through the streets ghosted,
For a homeward connection.
He seizes upon one signpost,
With a ship in that direction.
--------------------------
Good Butter (based on High Water by Rush)
When the butter rose in the pastries
In the making of Danish buns
It flowed in sweet and savoury
You cannot just have one
Now something, it concerns us
Back in Finland's dark biome
Have to find my relation
Was nice know, need to travel home
Here paper, say my emotions
Was nice know, movement home
Spending all the day in the mountains
Weird beasts that I observed, immersed
Now the cat is homeward bounding
Something important doing first
Nothing to do but smuggle
Back to Finnish islands
Was nice know, need travel home
I hear the wordless voices
Was nice to know, movement home
Making back by the horses
Currently racking my brain
Writing down upon this letter be
Swedish words to try explain
I've already left in motion
It's goodbye, the man of combs
Going back to my home nation
The butter good, going home
Only a matter of direction
The butter good, to home
Post by: Snoots Dwagon on March 25, 2019, 11:04:20 AM
Really wish this forum had a "LIKE" button because here are so many I'd like to give a thumbs up.
One question: Is it limited to SSSS potetry, or do other poems qualify? It would make sense to be SSSS, but just wondering. : )
Cos dwagons... haz lots of pomes about cookies...
Post by: Róisín on March 25, 2019, 11:43:37 AM
Post by: Snoots Dwagon on March 25, 2019, 11:49:03 AM
In the past I would have been eager to start a "general poetry" area (and have). But over the years have learned it's more fun to let someone else start it and take all the responsibility. ;D mwahahahahahaa...
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 25, 2019, 10:00:27 PM
Adventure II, Page 73
I'm loath indeed now to return back home
And painfully aware of what I leave;
But time's wound up, and no more can I roam--
No matter where I go, some part will grieve.
So back to Finland and its wooded groves
Where danger lies in wait by every tree,
Where dusklings swarm in multitudes and droves--
But that's the place that shapes my memories.
The path's unclear, it doubles and it loops,
By Bornholm or by Sweden, names I catch
As garbled words I know not chase swift hoops
About me, leaving me far overmatched.
But let me travel back by road or sea
To place of memory or misery.
Post by: corncobman on March 25, 2019, 10:59:51 PM
This Way, That Way, Sweden, Not Norway
Into the dockyards,
For shipping lines.
The cat then knocks hard,
To get the foreman reclined.
"How can I help you?"
He shows a diagram penned.
To get to Finland go through
By freight lines "Krabben".
Via Bornholm, he's to go,
The second office booth it be.
But Lalli's not to know,
He goes to first one he sees.
The first one goes to Bornholm,
But it's the area for junk.
The understanding troublesome,
Or lack thereof has him sunk.
Wandering about, he holds the
Sheet, being directed, confounded.
To Sweden, not Norway, he's told.
They're giving him the runaround.
Post by: MegaJar on March 26, 2019, 07:05:46 AM
Where In The World Is Lalli Hotakainen?
(based on Rockapella's Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego? theme song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1EIUP8tvbE))
Well, he'll sail across the sea, back to Finland on the double.
But he's gotta find a boat first, and that isn't so easy.
Still, he needs to get back home to find his cousin who's in trouble.
Tell me, where in the world is Lalli Hotakainen?
So he wanders 'round the shipyard, getting all sorts of directions.
They tell him to go to Bornholm, or to Sweden or Norway.
But he doesn't understand them, so it doesn't help a smidgen.
Tell me, where in the world is Lalli Hotakainen?
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 27, 2019, 09:02:29 PM
Adventure II, Page 74
The guardsman at the entrance sent me on
To go by Bornholm on the "Krabben" lines;
But only junk did those folks carry yon,
And had no stop that fitted my design.
They sent me "over there" to make request,
But Norwaybound did that ship's journey run.
They said to go to Sweden, and my quest
To get to Finland would be soundly done.
But inventory only was their task;
They spurned my question, looking put-upon.
They sent me to the entrance for to ask--
The guardsman at the entrance sent me on.
A funny thing is circularity;
I follow it--in turn, it follows me!
Post by: corncobman on March 29, 2019, 12:53:49 AM
Leaving Is Hard, Back To The Guard
Not as expected,
Without success.
Being directed
From rights to lefts.
From back to front,
Point this way and that.
Like a wild goose hunt,
Back to the man in hat.
No leaving by seas,
Not today lad.
Leaving displeased,
The disgruntled cat.
Suffered the slight,
Being miffed as hell.
Has to spend the night.
In a feline hotel.
-----------------------
Danish Milk Maid Will Give His Aid
Back again he knocks,
With a diagram anew.
But the man at the dock,
Doesn't have a clue.
Too many arrows,
And words not at all.
The man hardly knows
About what is scrawled.
He just got lost,
From the rest of the group.
Now he's been caught
After he flew the coop.
Now in Mikkel's care,
He knows where to buy.
The medic knows just where,
The well-travelled Danish guy.
His relative bailed, eh?
Back again with the bunch.
They couldn't stay away,
With another friendly punch.
Sigrun was all ready,
To go home to Norway.
For some reason instead she,
Just couldn't say nay.
Post by: Adge on March 31, 2019, 07:13:35 PM
Chapter 1
Lake-girt Keuruu. In the cold night
The snow-caped ranks of regimented
Barrack hut-rows bare of comforts
A stark welcome bestow on Lalli,
Thin-limbed night-scout, unknowing pawn
In the far game of the four Icelanders,
At his dawn return. On his door he found
A gentle note to join his sibs,
Two Hotakainens, technical skald
Eager Tuuri, and Onni mage,
Wary dreamer, at the water-gang.
As the stream-car frets, strategist thinker
Taru Hollola her team members
Welcomes together. Ward-mage Onni,
Protective sib, to Taru pleads
That his two kinfolk, Tuuri and Lalli,
Must not be sent to the Silent Lands;
But Tuuri skald, tene in Keuruu
Long enduring, leaps at the chance
For a life released. Lalli night-scout
Brother unkenning, unbriefed, unsure
And unequipped, queries the purpose
In Taru’s call. Protective sib
Onni, wary, warned by his asking
Attempts again the two to bar
From the wild project, so wise Taru
Strategic skald, in the team offers
Onni a posting; panic locks him
In sure Keuruu – in shame he frees
Lalli and Tuuri. The lake-boat sails
On the gadwall’s track to the gates closing
The high lich-wall that lets horror
From the safe lands; sight of the outpass
Allures Tuuri, tempting with hope
Of liberty, risk and a life unchained.
Her first far glimpse of the fiend-haunts
Disappoints her; no peril looms
In the dull braes. Unbriefed, Lalli
Again attempts to get why the team
Brought him away, so breakfast's shared
At the refectory board, and a first briefing
From Taru skald, talk encouraging
Of the tasks ahead. Tuuri, eager,
Sweeps out her tales of Swedish folk
But Lalli hopes to homeward go,
And cease to endure his seasick voyage.
So Taru wise, strategic skald
Describes their way on the water road:
Keurusselkä’s cold gentleness,
Her soft lake-airs scented with pines;
A hundred isles, heron-sentried,
Close her southward; then cleansed gore-pools,
Bleak wilderness, waters tainted
With charred splinters, and channels close-set
To piers and quays, purposeless relics
Of brighter days; then the brisk current
Through tight reaches where the river frets
The hoar-dusted trees of Hongonselkä,
Into Paloselkä where pintail sleep.
In Mustaselkä the meeting waters
Mingle their hues in the mere-car’s wake
As the steamer’s earl steers her southward,
Navigates lake-chain Näsijärvi –
The long highway to the lost city,
Tampere huge, terror infested;
Past the tossing strait of Tammerkoski,
Find the goose-road of falling water:
Calm and verdant Kulovesi,
The cataracts in Kutala’s maze,
Rautavesi of the rich harvest,
Vammaskoski care demanding,
Leikovesi that legends know.
Then run the cascade, past skeletal wards,
Down the bouldered force that births a river:
The testing stream that timber wealth
Rides in convoy past ruins troll-blighted
For merchants' pay in Pori's firth,
Then ride salt-waves to assemble the team –
But shutter-lids close the ship’s side-eyes
And the ferry's cats enforce silence
As the three voyagers their venture begin.
The quietness lulls Lalli, sea-queasy,
To teneless sleep; his two companions
While time away in whisperless hush
Overseen by cats, securely held
In Vellamo's guard, virtuous Lady
Of the running waters. They wend unscathed
Through her power's grace to Pori hithe,
Its wonings cleared of the worst dreads
With Swedish help, so the swan's meadhall,
Sanderling's joy, sea-wender's holt,
Suomi’s threshold, Swedes' safe haven,
Rest gives to farers. The river courser
Hails a sea-drake, century-old
Relic of days ere the Rash ended
Shipwrights and yards. Yawning, its belly
Gulps the lakefarer; a good welcome
For the band of friends. Bidden by Taru
They explore the ship, plump for sleepsteads,
And their goods unpack as they gossip about
Their next federate in far Sweden’s
Björköfjärdin, Baltic fortress,
Rail-head and port. Expecting kin
And aid trysted, Emil, heart-sour
Callow cleanser, on cobblestones drags
His unhandy bag to the high entrance
Of the steamer’s berth. The stairs he climbs
To the waiting-room – wildered he spies
Siv and Torbjörn, savant couple,
His kin Västerströms, in the cosy hall –
Not the cold rail-quay or the cobbled streets
Where their aid lacked. Emil, wrathful,
Demands the cause of his unmet tryst
To know he arrived on the wrong day –
Unschooled Emil scanted the map;
One sun-turn had for the water-pass –
Few enough hours for the Finns to cross
The gull’s pleasance! Plainting Emil,
No lodging booked, no bed reserved,
Endures a night dozing on seats
A deceitful book set on his face
As long he slumbered. From litter of diners
Beside his sleepstead, a sliding foodplate
Defiles his tunic as fast in slumber,
The minutes drift. At morningtide
Over-late he wakes as the wave-traveller
Berths at the landgang and disbarks the Finns;
The friendly Swedes to the frommed guests
Welcome extend. Wild-customed Lalli,
Lone-scout noita, ignores their hands,
Wants no greeting; wide-eyed Tuuri
Gushing loudly over gorgeous Swedes,
Points up Emil, apparel marred
In his long sleep. Language hurdles
In making friends mean that the team
Neglect to track their train schedule;
Far is the stand, over stones ice-glazed,
Where the steel-courser loads its last riders –
Hopelessly far. To hold their chance
Tuuri commands mystified Lalli
To run full tilt to the rail-coach door
Forbidding to shut till his buddies come
Faring to Mora. The folk carrier,
Secure steel-horse, steam-borne castle,
Wends through the land, windows unblinked,
Proclaimed as safe by cleanser wight
Emil swaggering Swedish success –
But he sees the line of Lalli’s stare
To his marred tunic – and retires to wash.
Then food, and talk. Tuuri, eager,
Looks for a troll, while Lalli and Emil
Share cold distrust till they come to Mora.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 31, 2019, 08:13:54 PM
Adventure II, Page 76
At nights alone in forests silver-white,
The moon his only quiet company,
The grass-tips all aflame with ghostly light,
He learned to live untouched and solit'ry.
No beast could make him run or cry for aid,
No task was there he couldn't face alone.
A lonely and efficient world he made--
He came and went unnoticed and unknown.
His moonlight met with fire's burning heart,
Which scorched the marble of his lonely shrine--
But when he made his mind up to depart,
He begged no help, and closeness he declined.
Cut off, cut loose, but never cut away,
For fire follows friend through night and day.
--------------
IjustsawAdgepostedI'mgoingtoreaditnowandI'mveryexcited!!!
Post by: Nellie McEnt on March 31, 2019, 08:47:40 PM
I'm supposed to write a poem
What the heck, how do I do this?
All your lines fill me with joy and
All your words are master-chosen!
You're genius, I am convinced, but
I know not how to express it,
So simplicity will guide me
Just to add in listed fashion
Quotes comprising just a sampling
Of the lines I find delightful:
Spoiler: show
Post by: corncobman on March 31, 2019, 11:05:51 PM
Just Ask For Aid, Luxury Trip Paid
"Seriously?!", he
Couldn't ask for aid there?
Just ask the Swede, silly,
Instead of leaving face-paper.
The cleanser stomps away,
Leaving the cat riled.
Looks at Reynir in dismay
Who just shrugs with a smile.
To the Krabben lines window,
Five tickets please.
Evening boarding, so they go,
This ship is the bees' knees.
Post by: Adge on April 01, 2019, 06:15:13 PM
Adge, you ineffable wordsmith!!
I'm supposed to write a poem
What the heck, how do I do this?
All your lines fill me with joy and
All your words are master-chosen!
So if you are generous enough to reply in my metre, I must do what I can in yours.
In this rare fandom, wonderfully kind,
Where trolls are topics, not a daily pest,
Where tolerance and openness of mind
Are prized, each posted word checked doubly, lest
Unmeant offence be given, the most best
Of all the groups the poets are, so high
Their vision climbs, so deep their insight pressed,
Their touchstone words the heart’s true virtue try.
Yet we, who for a distant glimpse still sigh
Of that Parnassus where you poets blessed
Are dwellers, in your words no scathe we find;
No patronising sneers our doggerel grind
Into the dust; but from the worthiest
Such praise that makes our caterpillars fly!
Post by: corncobman on April 02, 2019, 02:56:08 AM
Living Like Lords, Pets On Board
This is how, you're
Meant to travel in style.
The carpets velour
Lining floors of the aisles.
Bright and cheery décor,
Full of luxury, sweet.
Like never before,
They can put up their feet.
Bathrooms en suite,
Closet space massive.
This cannot be beat,
For their upcoming passage.
Even allowing pets,
A pretty penny surely spent.
On choosing their beds,
To her own bunk kitty went.
Post by: corncobman on April 03, 2019, 11:49:36 PM
Motion Dizziness, Some Funny Business
Should have saved up dough,
Says the man with the braid.
It's a great way to go,
You really get what you paid.
However, the Swede cleanser,
Emil's not as excited.
He really would have preferred,
His own cabin in private.
The cat with an ailment,
Transportation his weakness.
Responding to those statements,
With sounds of motion sickness.
Why does Mikkel suddenly care,
About the pipsqueak predicament?
It's complicated, to be fair,
For the normally ambivalent.
Lalli, the Dane's obligated,
To not let wander off on his own.
Shenanigans not appreciated.
Pulling a fast one not condoned.
The older Hotakainen
Has some explaining to do.
Then straight, the two of them,
To Norway when they're through.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on April 04, 2019, 09:52:53 AM
Adventure II, Page 77
O rooms partitioned with the greatest care,
And furnished with fine desks and bathrooms, too!
O beds with sheets as warm as summer air,
And carpets soft as clouds in skies of blue!
A soft contented chatter fills the halls,
The lights are warm and welcome with their glow;
Wide windows beckon sun through sturdy walls,
Revealing gulls that circle to and fro.
Compartments, wide and wooden-paneled, yawn
Receiving all our bags so helpfully!
The rolling cases make no sound upon
The gentle floor--and so we're off to sea!
Now this is how you're meant to travel, dears--
In comfort and in safety, with no fears!
Sonnet for A Private Cabin*
Adventure II, Page 78
When first I left that comfy, home-called place,
Upon a dirty couch I had to sleep
And rest an ugly book upon my face,
And in discomfort, how I wished to weep!
When in the train, in narrow bunks we lay
And all throughout the night the ride was rough--
And then a fearsome troll great waste did lay
To us, as though discomfort weren't enough!
And on the expedition? Narrow boards
With dirty mattresses, both rough and thin!
And when I came to Iceland? No reward
Of my own private room did I yet win!
And even now, though it's luxurious,
A cabin we must share--the five of us!
*Or: Sonnet for Why the Hell Can't I Just Get a Decent Place To Sleep?
Post by: Nellie McEnt on April 05, 2019, 11:50:23 AM
Adventure II, Page 79
Farm maging's not the job for me, you know;
It's boring, unfulfilling, not my jam.
So lucky 'tis that I have friends! I'll go
And follow where they wander, on the lam.
I stuffed a note into my sister's hand,
And held my conscience back and ran away.
Now I will travel all the blighted land
With gear to keep the rash disease at bay.
Old Norway's army won't accept me, true--
But lots of places out there need a mage!
I'm ready to be off, there's things to do,
And I will do them all before I age.
So I'm aboard, don't throw me in the brig;
I'll search the world around for one cool gig!
Post by: Nellie McEnt on April 07, 2019, 06:49:04 PM
Adventure II, Page 80
The sunlight used to shine upon our backs
And glimmer on the iridescent drops
That flew in parabolic sky-sea tracks
As from the sea we leapt without a stop.
Then sickness closed us in and clustered near,
And blue-green festered grey beneath its hands.
The sea was choked, and sunlight disappeared,
Less open to us even than the land.
Our happy yips and chirps turned into screams;
Our smiles stretched and filled with broken teeth.
Our fins grew twisted limbs, and swimming seems
A task too painful, and without relief.
The only color now is carmine blood
Which blooms like sickly flowers in the flood.
Post by: corncobman on April 10, 2019, 01:23:20 AM
As Far As Reykavik? Pulling A Slick Trick?
He told his parents he
Was only going to Reykavik.
The Icelandic man slyly,
Left a note and left quick.
He might not officially
Be in the army to enlist.
But there are places aplenty
For such mages to assist.
If there's nothing else
He'll follow Emil and the scout.
But clueless are the subjects
As their names are called out.
'Farm maging', he opines,
Is really not his bag.
A scheme of his design,
How far along will he tag?
Rooms and meals provided,
Mood, mostly, soars.
A kitty well excited
By the great out of doors.
-------------------------------
Pg 80
Death In Chains, Window Stain
As the vessels cut through
The waves on the way.
They're ambushed by a slew
Of dolphin beasts in the bay.
Teeth and sharp bones wielded,
Leaping concert assault.
The smaller vessels fielded,
Tethered guns monsters halt.
Heavy chains, harpooned,
Weighted lines overboard.
Dying from their wounds,
They threaten no more.
Heavy metal, linked embrace,
Leaving them well bled.
Of battle, barely any trace,
Just the windows tinted red.
-----------------------------
Pg 81
Island's A Fake 'Un, Dreams Forsaken
This island they're on,
It's some kind of fake 'un.
Unknown where they've gone.
Not to Bornholm taken.
Same as Iceland, held up,
They need quarantine.
An international hub,
For the trade and travel scene.
Whatever, it's not like
Anyone wanted to go there.
His words like hammers strike
The one with braided hair.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on April 10, 2019, 09:40:16 PM
Adventure II, Page 81
O man exalted in this shadowed maze,
Fair fellow glorified by arrow-mind!
To times gone past with piercing eyes you gaze,
And greying coils of lost things unwind!
Though, like the morning mist, some things do fade
When present times present themselves like sun,
The tapestry our minds, unbidden, made,
You pluck at like a harp; it comes undone.
Forms pass us, dark and drear, most every day;
We cannot see inside their hidden hearts.
We don't recall them when they walk away;
Brief things are lost for good when they depart.
But when our memories can't serve, yours can;
So tell us this and that, rememb'ring man!
AAAANd another version for those who pronounce "coil" as one syllable (thanks Richard Weir for pointing that out)
O man exalted in this shadowed maze,
Fair fellow glorified by arrow-mind!
To times gone past with piercing eyes you gaze,
And greying coils of long-lost things unwind!
Though, like the morning mist, some things do fade
When present times present themselves like sun,
The tapestry our minds, unbidden, made,
You pluck at like a harp; it comes undone.
Forms pass us, dark and drear, most every day;
We cannot see inside their hidden hearts.
We don't recall them when they walk away;
Brief things are lost for good when they depart.
But when our memories can't serve, yours can;
So tell us this and that, rememb'ring man!
Post by: corncobman on April 10, 2019, 11:48:21 PM
Docks To Finland? Back In Rusty Trash Cans
"...Is this the docks to Finland?"
"What does it look like?"
The dockyard foreman,
Answering very spikey.
Did a man travel through here
About four weeks ago?
He doesn't remember, it's clear,
From weeks past, no-one would know.
However, the man's colleague,
Remembers him indeed.
One ticket the scout seeks,
But have the others agreed?
Off then, to his kinsman.
So that he can be freed.
Again in rusty trash cans,
Laments the overindulged Swede.
Post by: corncobman on April 11, 2019, 11:33:37 PM
Reminded Gently, Around Two Days Entry
During departure,
Remain in their seats.
Not much farther,
They can go find Onni.
Don't get up, please,
No standing! Ta!
In two days they'll reach
The channel of Saimaa.
The little boat tug,
Off on its merry way.
It steadily chugs,
'Til it nears the Finnish bay.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on April 14, 2019, 11:16:44 PM
Adventure II, Page 81
I did a month in quarantine before,
Upon return from travels harrowing.
And now, the second time I leave my door,
I see my chances waning, narrowing.
O Bornholm, where I thought the palm trees grew--
(And flowers, huge and colorful and bright!)
It seems that fate would keep me far from you,
Unblessed by Danish sun's warm southern light.
Upon an island fake's the hub for trade;
The island is closed-off by quarantine.
I'd be less disappointed if I'd stayed,
And left the wide world but conceived, not seen.
For sundered am I from my heart's desire:
Sweet Bornholm, only land that I admire.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sonnet for The Sea
Adventure II, Page 83
The sea is dark and indigo and wide,
Beneath a sky of tarnished silver-grey.
It carries us upon its changing tides
On paths set up by fate: we must obey.
It brought us from all corners of our world,
A ragtag crew who didn't know the price
Of all the trials lying crouched and curled
Along the road laid out by avarice.
(The golden one thought travel was more swift
Upon the sea than going by a train.
But now he sees that floating all adrift
Upon the ocean is a pokey pain.)
No matter all the tribulations, though,
The sea has brought us friends we're glad to know.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sonnet for Saimaa
Adventure II, Page 84
We cut a quiet track between the trees
That loom foreboding, green like dusk and dark
'Round water purple-silver; not a breeze
Dares stir that surface with a single mark.
They hedge us in, surround me with my fears
Each pricking, pointing finger on each bough
Rasps sing-song with the wind and softly jeers,
Go back, go back, you cannot save him now.
Yet still I'm drawn along, a siren-song
That lures me with the promises of home:
The fog-enshrouded woods where I belong,
The rocky, needled grounds I used to roam.
Two songs, two melodies of fear and trust--
I can't go forward, but proceed I must.
Post by: corncobman on April 15, 2019, 11:22:45 PM
Bridgeway Great, What Is Their Fate?
Through the bridge in the sky,
A roadway of the past.
The wee ship drifts by
The monument vast.
The houses of old,
Draw the passengers' eye.
A human stronghold,
That was fated to die.
For this island hop,
What ever is in store?
Until they reach their stop,
Sixty kilometres more.
------------------------------
Locking Canal, Flocking Et Al
Along the canal,
The tugboat does slink,
Lone waterway corralled,
The walled murky drink.
'Tween great oaken gates,
A shuttered sluice.
Momentary wait,
'Til the waters diffuse.
Huddled to view,
Through the glass port.
The small crowd drew
On the lowly transport.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on April 17, 2019, 11:30:08 PM
(Sonnet for Friends)
Adventure II, Page 85
You huddle at the windows, peering out,
And watch your destination edging near
With lumb'ring stride and wistful tempest-shout,
A snarl and a much-foreboding sneer.
You thought (again) adventure was your end,
A journey grand with friends and family,
But you grow ever-solemn as you wend
Your weary, winding way to mystery.
Dear friends, draw closer still as walls hedge round
Enclosing you in dark and dreary grey.
Forget your grievances, forget the sounds
Of words unknown when they have aught to say.
You share no more than three or four months past,
But share this sight (for it may be your last).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sonnet for a Translator
Adventure II, Page 86
Please, someone translate for the foreigners.
My language shares no word nor phrase with theirs,
But unlike me, all languages were hers,
To let her find her wings and take the air.
My isolation's summit was her flight,
The crushing pinnacle of my despair.
My silence was unbroken, day and night,
When once she found her wings and took the air.
In solitude I suffered for the sea--
No word that I could recognize was there
For months on end, and now it's up to me
(Since she has found her wings and taken air)
To translate without words for half my speech
Since she took flight upon a storm-tossed beach.
Post by: Quetanto on April 18, 2019, 05:51:48 PM
Saimaa’s silent wonders–
Smaller boat is floating
On towards ten thousand
Tiny island homelands.
Fewer friends return here,
Finland’s lakes awak’ning;
Bright birds fly above them,
Broken team, two missing.
(Yes, this is supposed to be a dróttkvætt.)
Post by: Nellie McEnt on April 18, 2019, 10:00:05 PM
Adventure II, Page 87
In days long past we saw ships trawling by
Their broad decks filled with people night and day--
And, voices raised in laughter to the sky,
They leaned across the sides, then sailed away.
We used to gallop from the greenery,
With rolling gait, keep pace from edge of shade,
With darting eyes skip back among the trees
When searching gazes spotted our parade.
Then sickness washed the woodland like a wave,
And rotted out our minds, once sweet and sound.
The decks turned empty, silent as the grave;
Forgotten prints all faded from the ground.
Although our minds are dripping with disease,
We still keep quiet vigil from the trees.
~~~~~~
By the way, this is my 50th SSSSonnet and I am very happy about that fact!
Post by: corncobman on April 19, 2019, 04:31:37 AM
Spooky Forest Bones, Soon The Landing Zone
At the right height,
Proceed to the fore.
Skeletons in sight,
In the trees on the shore.
Anxiousness abates,
From the forest domain.
Back to the strait
And narrow again.
Attention passengers,
Now entering Saimaa lake.
Translate for the foreigners,
Landing they'll soon make.
----------------------------
Pg 87
Shadows Amass, Snakes In The Grass
Through the trees and the reeds,
The boat quietly rolls.
From dark demonic seeds,
Sowed serpentine trolls.
Waiting in the grass,
Plenty trouble a-brewing.
The unknowing that pass,
Will meet their undoing.
Post by: Quetanto on April 19, 2019, 06:53:03 AM
In these haunted northern regions,
On this cursèd Saimaa passage,
Five intrepid heroes journey,
Journey after fam’ly fleeing.
Lonesome Lalli, language-lacking,
Left alone, and friends did follow;
Demons dance across the river–
Hark! The kade may be watching.
(Now an attempt at Finnish verse...)
Post by: Nellie McEnt on April 20, 2019, 05:27:09 PM
some poetry for Lalli's birthday!
Post by: Quetanto on April 22, 2019, 09:28:49 AM
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1oRq30e2paPgpNNRjrK9boZ7lzO-rref-8RiX43qD6UE/edit?usp=sharing
some poetry for Lalli's birthday!
Colour me well and truly impressed, Nellie, with your Finnish verse...
Post by: corncobman on April 23, 2019, 01:25:33 AM
Channel Connector, Dangerous Sector
Disguised like hydrophytes,
Tendrils seek out its prey.
Hidden in plain sight,
Winding tongues among them sway.
A shadowed mass of blight,
Tooth-ed maws within maws.
A bloated creature of spite,
Consuming any vessel that draws.
Against the plague-ridden,
Locks are guarded, it's revealed.
Swimming there is forbidden,
Due to lurking beast-seals.
--------------------------------------------
Pg 89
Rivers, Inlets And Straits, Lakes To Negotiate
Through the inlets and straits,
A long red line dotted.
The distances seem great,
Through canals and lakes plotted.
He tried to avoid what was created,
A return journey misbegotten.
Though maybe in a sorry state,
Family must not be forgotten.
Past many a river gate,
Territory perhaps rotten.
That they may not be too late,
In hopes that he'll be spotted.
Post by: Adge on April 23, 2019, 03:57:10 PM
It seemed so easy then; the words falling
The ideas flowing natural as air
So simple just to echo the sweet calling,
The song flowering in all things, everywhere.
Each poem seemed a game, a child’s dare,
A joy of heart, a spirit’s toy for play;
Garlands to weave for other hearts to share,
And then to treasure, safely fold away.
Why, how or when it passed, I can not say,
Why came the day when the blossom there
Had withered unnoticed, the petals falling
Brown to the grass, no birds calling,
From the world’s dead twigs, its empty air
Where fallen words die, visions fade away.
Yet still a joy, a breath haunting the air,
Of distant flowers speaks, a song calling,
Whose echoes I shall weave again one day.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on April 23, 2019, 05:31:44 PM
Writer’s Block
It seemed so easy then; the words falling
The ideas flowing natural as air
So simple just to echo the sweet calling,
The song flowering in all things, everywhere.
Each poem seemed a game, a child’s dare,
A joy of heart, a spirit’s toy for play;
Garlands to weave for other hearts to share,
And then to treasure, safely fold away.
Why, how or when it passed, I can not say,
Why came the day when the blossom there
Had withered unnoticed, the petals falling
Brown to the grass, no birds calling,
From the world’s dead twigs, its empty air
Where fallen words die, visions fade away.
Yet still a joy, a breath haunting the air,
Of distant flowers speaks, a song calling,
Whose echoes I shall weave again one day.
I know I said this in the comments but you're a delight and an amazing human being and I am eternally grateful for your presence in this fandom, and I love this poem very much!
Post by: Róisín on April 24, 2019, 03:12:31 AM
Post by: Adge on May 01, 2019, 04:32:42 AM
Chapter 2
Mora city, matriarch, railhub,
Welcomes the train, washes its riders
Safe from bringing sickness to town
In body or clothes. But cleaning splits
The league fellowship: Lalli night-scout
Delayed, confused, a false way takes
To strange technology and new draught-beasts,
Carriage haulers, highway pacers,
He takes for moose till Tuuri skald
Clepes them horses. Cleanser Emil
Pleads to be left his explosive stock,
His professional bag, but bureaucrat rules
Confiscate the lot. Released as cleansed
The team reforms; Torbjörn offers
The six task-friends the city to explore
Safely enwrapped from the rash sickness.
Tuuri hopeful for horse-nuzzling
For a carriage begs; but cost forbids
Though Torbjörn hides his hoardlessness
For shame of loss, and lets them browse
The goods in the shops. Gaping, Tuuri
Wanders the mother-town wowed by the riches
In the shop windows: the shining cakes
Unwrap her purse, revelling in the safety
Of the Swedes' high-stead. Suaded by Emil
She recounts the tale of her cold childhood
When the three sibs in Saimaa dwelt
Among isle villages vanishing to trolls –
Tuuri, unimmune, tells the story
As a cold fact that could happen.
Then Västerströms invite them back
Home for a briefing, to their brats' welcome –
Changelings labelled by a child-ward's wrath
Abdicating her cure as nanny
Spite Torbjörn's pleas – Tuuri, maldict,
With her tongue thrashes the three bratlings.
In the clutter within, clear-eyed book-maid
Curious Tuuri, technical skald
Uncovers facts on the cast members
Still to join them – sturdy the two
From distant lands; for the deeds ahead
Well-seasoned folk. Word on comrades
Opens confidence; Emil haughty
Narrates the tale of his rich upbringing,
Private tutor, prideless schooling
And cleanser post; closed in mindset,
Sceptical Swede, skiting Emil
Quiet to Tuuri a question frames –
Lalli’s magery a mindless tag?
Noita a folkmark, nothing beyond?
So Lalli’s sib, loyal Tuuri,
Hests her cousin Hotakainan
A skill to show; scout-mage stubborn
Lalli point-blank blocks her sayneed.
Torbjörn leader the talk disrupts,
The mission’s head moves to depart,
Handing across the hoard of maps,
Papers and lists prepared for the trip
To wise Tuuri. Wakeful she notes
A stead prepared for a purpose sealed
From kingfolk minds: accumulate lost
Books of old days and bear them home
To change for gold and charge their purse.
For this Torbjörn his tene labours
Quit for silver-greed; Siv abandoned
Her inept vaccines; to this veiled cause
Subtle Taru and soldier Trond
They suaded to join, so Suomi lakes
And a Bornholm farm are the birth-cradles
Of three of five. The threatened rain
Drenches the group dragging their luggage
To Mora staithe for military trains
To Öresund Bridge through the evil lands.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on May 02, 2019, 06:17:15 PM
Also have a poem:
Words have wings and yours are soaring
Through the rain alight with sunsparks
From the star of mental clearness
To the lofty hill of stories.
May you dwell there in the greenness
Of perpetual tomorrows,
Clouds and songbirds gathered closer
Waiting, breath held, for your verses.
Post by: Quetanto on May 04, 2019, 09:54:27 AM
Post by: corncobman on May 11, 2019, 01:44:33 AM
So Further Go The Searchers
Along and around,
The country abode.
Further the crowd,
Climbs the winding road.
Deeper and higher
Into Finn territory.
To be ever nigher,
The team exploratory.
-------------------------------------------
Pg 91
Can Someone Translate? Just Past The Gates
They'll be at the docks,
In half an hour's time.
Please take care not
To leave your things behind.
Some more distance to go,
Just some barriers to clear.
Reynir asking "Sooo...?"
There's no quarantine here?
---------------------------------------
Pg 92
Where Do They Find? Somewhere In Mind
Islands with inhabitants,
Portions non-immune.
In numbers significant,
Not scattered and strewn.
If Mikkel saw it correctly,
This island's not one of them.
Not quarantine subjected,
So it will not punish them.
Where do they begin
Looking for the guy?
They should follow him,
He has somewhere in mind.
Thinking of places
Where cousin could be.
Looking for traces,
No signs it would seem...
Post by: corncobman on May 13, 2019, 08:07:31 AM
He Learns He Won't Get His Return
In a store for fishing,
"You rent boats?", asks he.
Depends where you're wishing
To go, potential lessee.
He points to a spot,
Over... there... ish is the site.
In that case he's got
To purchase it outright.
The shopkeeper will repurchase,
If he returns, at a discount.
Lalli scowls at the merchant,
As his impatience mounts.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on May 13, 2019, 09:49:20 AM
Adventure II, Page 88
Beware, and watch the murky waterway!
For gaping maw and whip-tongues undulate
Beneath the waves, where quiet seaweeds sway
And seal-beasts full of spear-teeth lie in wait.
Their giant flippers stir the blue-green deep
With darker tones, the muddy-reds of death,
And wash the tide with sickness as we sleep,
In wary, fraught repose (still drawing breath).
Where seabed ends and rotting limbs begin,
And whether seaweed sways from flesh or sand,
We cannot know or tell--its toothy grin
Devours all, so stay upon the land.
A seal-beast latent lies just off the shore;
We'll wander in the waterways no more!
~~~
Sonnet for the Chapter Break
Adventure II, Page 89
There is a time that weighs upon our hearts--
The heavy weight of absence, empty void--
A deprivation of the vital arts
That make us feel great joy (or else destroyed).
Some wander through the comments every day,
Some vanish--silently, they leave us here--
And others, as they brim full of dismay,
Press F5, praying one rogue page appear!
Still more, to pass the slowly-ticking time,
Endure by illustration or by pen,
By story or with meter and with rhyme--
A game they play each time, and time again.
Despite our sorrows, though, we all agree
This break brings Minna rest, so let it be!
(Because I just had to write a sonnet. :-P
Thank you, @ILoveMySocksAndSweater, for the prompt!! <3
And seriously, although I greatly dramatize our alleged "suffering," we all really know that Minna deserves this break so, so much and I wouldn't actually want her to not take it!!!)
~~~
Sonnet for Separation
Adventure II, Page 90
One leads the group through winding gravelled streets,
No guiding chatter, not a friendly sound,
With eyes averted from all those he meets,
Fixed straight ahead upon the stony ground.
His soulmate lags behind their fellow friends,
With coat held at his side and searching eyes
That ponder every doorstep as he wends
A solemn, quiet way, and softly sighs.
They walked, companions, once, through war and waste,
Defending and protecting, side by side,
Through wilds and through wilderness they raced,
Fair fire and fell fire's quiet guide.
Now separated threefold, speaking not,
They wander, sharing silence, seeking, sought.
~~
Sonnet for an Entourage
Adventure II, Page 92
The silent scout with catlike grace proceeds
Afront the group, to help them find a sign;
With pond'rous frown and not a word he leads,
By faithful feline followed, first in line.
The red-haired mage comes after that, his grin
Undimmed by time and lost naïveté,
And next the medic, stoic as he's been
Since first they took their job and drove away.
And after him, the reckless captain dear,
Exuberant unto a fault and fray,
And last the fire-fiend, who's always near
To ward the shadows and the trolls away.
Through streets unknown, unwandered, unexplored,
They search the town, precautions left ignored.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on May 13, 2019, 09:51:13 AM
Adventure II, Page 93
An island doesn't seem so far away
Until you trawl the distance in between,
Through dire straits, 'neath skies of blue and gray,
O'er waves of purple and of em'rald green.
I need to rent a boat, to chart a path
To find my cousin, vanished in the night.
I'll face a giant or a duskling's wrath
To save him from Its rusty ruby light.
But where to travel on the darkening sea?
Over...there...ish, that's all I can say.
With eyes shut up in peace, he says to me,
He'll sell, not rent, there is no other way.
(Unless of course, it comes back in one piece.
Of all the likely outcomes, that is least.)
Post by: corncobman on May 15, 2019, 04:09:32 AM
Counting Cash, Not So Rash!
Reaching into the coffers,
Through the cash the cat flips.
The store man then offers
The keys to the ship.
Quickly, there's no nonsense,
Out the door the scout turns.
Departing from there hence,
"Hi. Nice box of worms."
They climbed all those stairs,
Just to go right back down?
Really, this whole affair
Has the Swede in a frown.
With the vessel on a ramp,
The feline prepares to depart.
Both hands upon it clamped,
Singular actions are his art.
The cat trying to heave
The boat, going solo.
Hold on now! He can't leave,
The Dane grabs on just like so.
Post by: corncobman on May 19, 2019, 10:13:42 AM
He Mistranslates, Dirt On His Plate?
Is he sure they're all set?
No equipment or tent.
What food will they get,
Can Emil translate what he meant?
"Are you stupid?" asks the Finn,
There's food in the forest.
Ground berries therein, and
Under a tree he will rest.
There's a mistranslation,
Sleeping under a rock.
And instead of vegetation,
He'll eat dirt. What a shock!
So they take time to gather,
All the equipment they need.
Complaining rather
So much is the young Swede.
-----------------------------
Pg 96
Items Requisite, Shopping Delegates
They split up to scavenge,
All the items requisite.
It won't be a challenge,
Even with language deficit.
With drawings they can manage,
And wildly gesticulate.
Their art skills an advantage,
They can still articulate.
Some better than the others,
Sigrun louder than the rest.
The lack of Finnish of hers,
Only shouting she expressed.
Even Reynir has a sheet,
Though simple, all is clear.
For utensils with which to eat,
The friendly volunteer.
Post by: corncobman on May 20, 2019, 01:38:48 AM
Elder Not Noted, Very Well, Out-voted
Still scratching his neck,
He heads to a clothes shop.
Casually out, decked,
His coat for pelt swapped.
The boat loaded thus,
A lengthy journey ahead.
Discuss it Mikkel must,
To suggest they stay in bed.
To sleep in an inn, as
They won't make it in a day.
Others jumping in, alas,
He's been out-voted, betrayed.
Post by: corncobman on May 20, 2019, 10:29:03 PM
Appreciate Knowing, How What We Going?!?
Can Emil inquire as
To where they are headed?
He can try, the guy has
Language skills dreaded...
"Ehhh... how what we going?"
As the words the Swede mangles.
At least Lalli knowing,
Or the Swede'd be strangled.
To his old home location,
The cat calmly replies.
Relaying the information,
The gist he supplied.
A place sensible
To look for the cousin.
Only boat accessible,
The far Finnish basin.
Post by: corncobman on May 21, 2019, 03:59:02 AM
Maneater by Daryl Hall and John Oates (with a few small changes)
Virtually out of sight
The lean and hungry type
Under the crew, was never here before
Lurking and baiting
Ooh, not aiming for you but it's on the river floor
So many have paid to see
What you think, the river is free?
The serpent is wild, a giant beast in a water reservoir
Something's the matter
Think you're safer above
You ain't gonna get too far
(O-oh here it comes)
Watch out boys it's coming up
(O-oh here it comes)
Beastie maneater
(O-oh here it comes)
Watch out boys it's coming up
(O-oh here it comes)
Freaky maneater
I wouldn't if I were you
You know what it can do
They're deadly man, it could really rip your boat apart
Mind over matter
Ooh, it's barely all there but a beast, it's in the heart
(O-oh here it comes)
Watch out boys it's coming up
(O-oh here it comes)
Feasting maneater
(O-oh here it comes)
Watch out boys it's coming up
(O-oh here it comes)
Sneaky maneater
Ooh,
(O-oh here it comes)
Here it comes
Watch out boys it's coming up
Whoa here it comes
(Watch out)
Beastie maneater
Oh here it comes
(It's a maneater)
Ooh, it's coming up
(O-oh here it comes)
Here it comes, it's a maneater
(O-oh here it comes)
(Watch out)
Virtually out of sight, ooh
(O-oh here it comes)
Here it comes
Freaky maneater
(O-oh here it comes)
(It's a maneater)
The monster is wild ooh
(O-oh here it comes)
Here it comes
Watch out boys, watch out boys
(O-oh here it comes)
Oh, watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out
(O-oh here it comes)
Yeah yeah it's a maneater
(O-oh here it comes)
(It's a maneater)
It's watching and waiting ooh
(O-oh here it comes)
Oh beastie maneater
Post by: corncobman on May 28, 2019, 01:28:10 AM
Islands Of Hazard, Settlements Scattered
The Saimaa lake district,
Scattered across the lake.
Settlements have been inflicted,
Lost to illness outbreaks.
An inhabited cluster
Of the settled populous
The population adjusted, even
Tentatively prosperous.
Those with non-immune inhabitants,
Require quarantine control.
Other islands, on the other hand,
Free to trade and come and go.
---------------------------------------
Pg 100
Cover Below Waves, Marine Fences Raised
The waters o' the lake,
Give protection increased.
No danger they make
From land-borne troll beasts.
To those thriving under waves,
Giving cover beneath.
All island efforts raised,
On those beings, to police.
Many layers of walling,
Precautions sub-marine.
Underwater fence installed in,
With wire and spikes between.
Initially used netting,
Causing fish-death famine.
The balance upsetting,
So other methods were examined.
Baited sea mines planting,
Cause much noise to be made.
More trolls attracting,
So only for giants are they laid.
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Pg 101
With Map And Compass, Overnight Camps Thus
Rowing all the while,
On islets they break.
Row the nautical miles,
Overnight camps they make.
Reading maps and bearings,
While they navigate.
Tortuous water-faring,
For many days straight.
At least they have food on board,
And they're somewhat competent,
In the direction of the oars,
They can be thus confident.
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Pg 102
Fort, Pier To Fjord, Port, Not Starboard
Under the crossing,
Past the lonely fort,
The Finn firmly bossing,
He's waving to port.
On the water still,
To a barren wood pier.
Whatever they will,
Can they find it here?
Post by: corncobman on May 31, 2019, 04:56:48 AM
Was It His Gear, Not Onni, It's Clear
Is this his gear?
Onni? What's his name?
It was not him here,
Fishing's not his game.
Inside the covered boat,
Look at reels and baits.
Bucket, nets and floats,
Negative the scout states.
These were not his goods,
Fishing does Onni hate.
While he walks to the woods,
Saying to them straight.
After he mutters,
Seeing the tree bark.
To the wooden huts there,
Observing the marks.
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Pg 104
Mask And Capes, Clasped And Draped
Face-mask needed,
On cloaks are pinned.
Stumbling Swede
Did bang his shin.
Along the paving,
The group traverse.
Wood huts decaying,
Occupants dispersed.
Scattered, his thoughts.
Reynir anxious-eyed.
Wishing this is not
Where hope goes to die.
Post by: Adge on May 31, 2019, 07:09:42 PM
Chapter 3
High-mooded Mora, hill-girt capital,
Its station filled with still rail-cars
Profitlessly stored for stubborn pride
Of Swedish folk, faring southwards
To the ocean bridge of Öresund.
Few and hardy the folk riding
The Dalahast road through dangerous lands
Where trolls and giants the trains have shent
And passengers slain. The companions join
The waiting folk, few and nervous
At the boarding ramp. The route-master,
Steel-horse ostler, sturdy folk-guard,
Leads them aboard, but Lalli night-scout,
Wise-eyed noita, noes the command –
Feels in the dark a future threat,
A baleful power; begs from Kuutar,
Moon-queen merciful, mighty guardian,
Her cleansing light to clear their way:
“Gracious Kuutar, great Moon-lady,
Heaven's Daughter, Highest Wisdom,
Hear your faithful follower's pleading
Hear my weeping, wanhope fearing,
Hear and help this home-far servant;
Shield my way with shimmering silver
Lead my path where light will guard me,
Where no death can whelm my spirit
No fell goblins gape my earth-home,
Grief remove from my long journey
That to Tuoni's teine I come not
In his halls not held as captive!”
Forlorn, fearful, Lalli, night-scout,
Couraged by light from Kuutar sent
Boards with the others the bastion car.
The strait bunk-beds, with straps harnessed,
By cats guarded, give them problems
As the tracks rattle the rolling train;
Swede-tongued Emil, Suomi Lalli
With mute distrust of restraining belts,
In their crossed tongues cry a good word
As they lull to sleep. Lalli night-scout,
Wight mage-gifted, wakes in the dark;
Noita wary, in the night sensing
Fiend-ettin words in the wireless noise,
A troll presence in the train’s path;
An unfurling giant, a foe too near
In moonless night. Nudging Emil
To lock his belt, Lalli night-scout
Abides the crash; belt-slack Emil
Is flung to the floor, flying to ground.
As the train-guardians for control fight
In the lurching car, Lalli mage-scout
Dives to the coach-hall; dumb and steadfast
Points to the roof; the route-master
His tenor grasps and the team prepares
For the giant that rips the roof away –
A fell serpent, its folds cascade
From the cabin’s ceil to the coach-hall floor
Through warrior’s shots; a worm gore-sparging,
Its blows dunching the bloodied walls,
The star-cracked doors; stiff-hearted, the crew
With gunshots shear the shent screamers,
But defiant guns are futile to scathe
Or hinder the thirse in its hunt for prey.
Rib-fingered arms reach and strangle;
Claw-tentacled heads clamber and flail
For their fresh meat. Masking the folk
In the locked sleep-car, the line-warriors,
Car-folk guardians, with courage strong
The fell foe-giant fight undaunted,
cutting, slashing, slamming, punching,
Barring the steel-hold from the beating arms
Fishing for prey. But their fierce attacks
Halt not the giant; their hand weapons –
One mark making on a manifold enemy –
Stem not the foe, till a stour unguessed:
Foe-limbs and blood fall among them
Snipped at the roof; the snake-ettin’s lich
Scoured from the car, scotched and severed;
Its doom a tunnel. But death for the foe
Comes not at once; cut and divided
Each foe segment, each fiend-hame scrap
Still lives and fights. Fearing for Lalli,
Emil, panicking, punches a face
Of the giant’s core, casts it to silence
From desperate woe. One by slow one
The coach guardians uncover the threats,
Shend the fragments and reassurance bring
To the terrified folk: that task endures
To morning’s edge; the iron-road mare
Surfs breaking day to the Danish bridge.
The train is met by the tricky old fox
Trond, eld-fighter, and travellers two,
New companions for the purposed quest.
Post by: corncobman on June 07, 2019, 08:21:49 AM
Tending The Patch, Hellos To Match
Out of the leafy glade,
Continuing on the horizon.
After some distance made,
Houses they laid eyes upon.
A man with shearing blades,
Tending to the bushy patch.
"Visitors, hello," he bade.
"...Hello?" replies the cat.
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Pg 106
In Norwegian Commander, He Understands Her
Does he have a brother elder,
A similar looking fellow?
The aforesaid he beheld there,
Stopping by some time ago.
"When?" he asks, "Where did he go?"
It's been any number of weeks.
But the man, he remembers, so
Departing towards to the east.
They didn't exchange many terms,
Thus he couldn't tell him why.
So, is he some crazy hermit?
Sigrun asks, in Norwegian, on the sly.
Is this a mad guy obsessing
With tidying this garden?
He just works here, embarrassing.
He speaks Norse, begging his pardon.
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Pg 107
The Polyglot Keeps The Plot
It is a strange place indeed,
For a working multi-linguist.
He's a warden, tending weeds,
A gravekeeper culturalist.
This island will be settled
One future day once again.
He makes sure it's not bedevilled,
Or he brings a crew along to cleanse.
His colleagues do the same
For the other islands immediate.
So likely settlers can reclaim
The land when it's convenient.
All settlements were lost
In this area a decade ago.
The details of it he glossed,
But it wasn't a troll attack he knows.
Defence protocols have been updated,
So further outbreaks won't reoccur.
It's on a need-to-know basis,
Visitors aren't included, sure.
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Pg 108
Line Of Gravestones, Why'd He Go On Alone?
By the gravestones they wind,
Of Finns long departed.
Lalli's family line,
In order they're charted.
One in particular stands out,
Of Tuuri Hotakainen.
Onni brought it here, no doubt,
A memorial for her then.
So why did he continue
On eastward, there's nothing there.
What now, the unlucky few,
Do they continue this affair?
Post by: corncobman on June 12, 2019, 10:12:35 AM
Fatter And Shorter, Body Distorted
They'll spend the night there,
Stopping all activities.
So Lalli don't you dare,
Go on your hunting proclivities.
A frustrated figure cut,
As they roast their caught fish.
Till night has eyes shut,
He won't yet get his wish.
The Swede enters a bubbly,
Familiar atmosphere.
Shifting, wibbly-wobbly,
In a dream forest appears.
Something's the matter,
Metaphysically not right.
Somehow a bit fatter,
Somewhat lacking in height...
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Pg 110
Short And Weighty, Sort Of Hatey
Looking quite bothered,
Both glance at his peer.
Asking each other,
How? Where is here?
This consciousness feed,
Proportions contort.
Why is the Swede
In the dream here so short?
He's a kid to the core,
Vertically challenged and fat.
Hasn't been here before,
What a nightmare is that!
Conversation truncated,
The cat stares, eyebrows angled.
It just got more complicated,
If looks could strangle...
Post by: corncobman on June 17, 2019, 11:10:05 PM
Stout and Pudge (based on Out of Touch by Daryl Hall and John Oates)
Shaken up, with room to grow
Changing our bodies up just like so
I'm waking up to fantasy
The dream's all around like a nightmare I used to be
No joke, I'm in hell in the sun
It's mentally bogus, it's gotten me once again
On soil unknown
Control really matters to me
Take a look around
All stout and pudge
I'm lacking height
But I'm only a kid
And I'm short an' round
All stout and pudge
I'm lacking height
But I'm only a kid
And I'm short an' round
Reaching out for someone to scold
Looking like a dumb and only I get trolled
Panic moods and lousy dreams
Or slipping in a puddle between the changing scenes
Broken up, it's all too much
Out of town, you see, looking full of fudge, yeah
On soil unknown
Control really matters to me
Too much
All stout and pudge
I'm lacking height
But I'm only a kid
And I'm short an' round
All stout and pudge
I'm lacking height
But I'm only a kid
And I'm short an' round
(Short and pudge, short of height)
All stout and pudge
I'm lacking height
But I'm only a kid
And I'm short an' round
All stout and pudge
I'm lacking height
But I'm only a kid
And I'm short an' round
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Hairs Raised, Their Place
The dream team kids will
Follow the adults Finnish.
Upwards onto the hills,
With cats that are skittish.
Face-masks the men donned,
With rifles in hand.
On the black path beyond,
To the ravenous land...
Post by: wavewright62 on June 18, 2019, 04:28:37 PM
Post by: corncobman on June 24, 2019, 03:58:52 AM
Fine, Defeated, Grandma Greeted
Don't be mad, Lalli,
He didn't on purpose.
Doesn't know how he
Even got in this circus.
One looking sheepish,
One grinning like mad.
They can stay if they wish,
Lost all resistance he had.
Fine, in no mood to attack,
That's his grandma, he lets slip.
They've just come back
From their fall scouting trip.
The bags he's to secure,
As the adults get to chatting.
Physical contact to endure,
Much dreaded head-patting.
Post by: corncobman on June 28, 2019, 04:52:42 AM
Absent-minded, Semi-Invited
The adults of old,
Can't see us kids, huh?
Winter clearing done, all told,
Nothing nearby hidden, yup.
They indeed crossed paths
With Hilja a week ago.
Absent-minded is Hilja,
And her recognition's slow.
After her name's called,
Like a stranger not known.
It's not her fault, the
Light's on but no-one's home.
On them all, eventually,
Old age takes its toll.
But her magic, potentially,
Can still play its role.
Lalli inquires if they are
Coming along for the ride.
They can understand greater
The past life of the guide.
Post by: Adge on June 30, 2019, 07:44:49 PM
Chapter 4
From Swedish woods and Suomi’s lakes
Tuuri skald-maid, scout-cousin dour
Clear-eyed Lalli, cleanser Emil,
By three federates through fearful ways
Conducted safe to the Danish-built
Sea-bridge wardstead. There waits the fourth
Of their trip's planners, Trond fox-wily,
With the final pair: fierce-heart Sigrun
From deep Norway’s undaunted halls
Their fell captain; and cook Mikkel
Sturdy, massive, many-crafted wight
From Bornholm farms. Babbling Tuuri,
Eager skald-maid, skirls at their height,
Pleasing the two. But their replies miss
Doubtful Emil; the Danish speech
No sweetness has to Swedish ears
Or to frommed-tongued friendless Lalli
Who silence keeps in the social mix
Of greetings misheard and ungrasped words.
Uncomprehending, captain Sigrun
The lay questions; can she lead a crew
Without one tongue? So Tuuri skald,
Grasping all speech, spells to the group
That language bars must let them not
From their common task. Their captain Eide,
Fierce-hand Sigrun, her folk courages,
Declares confidence with clapped shoulder
From a swiping hand that Suomi-bred
Lalli far-homed, lone-working scout,
Treats as uncouth; comrade Emil
Minds their trouncing the train-ettin’s shock;
Guide and cleanser, together now
Fray-sealed comrades; friendship asserts
With a cordial fist – furious, Lalli
Shuns his gesture as the shield-house lord,
Loud-voiced admiral, Olsen the Dane,
Deplores the waste of the water-fort
To civilians lent since invasion failed
Land to reconquer. Loud he shows them
The field-crawler, cramped and ancient
Trundling cat-tank, their transport, wain,
Homestead, shield-wall, shelter and castle
In the Silent Lands. Sad-hearted Tuuri
Hurts that it's tiny. Haughty Emil
Broods on a mirror, which breaks and falls.
For shame he affirms the fault to be old;
His point to show picks up the glass
And with careless force casts it aside –
An unguided throw over guard and rail
To the lower deck, to the loading bay
Where a worker sorts and signs for lade
The required goods to equip the team.
The mirror-struck wight mixes the tags –
Undetected fault. Tuuri fordoes
Her one keepsake; her kin's picture
Cracks at the threshold, across Tuuri –
Lalli and Onni left undamaged –
Wakens Tuuri, wend-maid eager,
To her cherished home, childhood's refuge,
Keuruu mere-fort. She admits to her kin,
Noita Lalli, her need for speech
With her mage brother in the mere-girt lands,
Hiraeth to quell. Healer Mikkel
Sees Emil’s face the first time clear
Notices the bruise from the night fray,
Offering treatment; Emil, haughty,
Swede-tongued, doubting, Danish mishears
As unprovoked slurs. While divided they stare
The rest explore the road-plodder
And stow provisions. They stand ready,
Tender farewells; wain-taught Tuuri
Cedes the driving to Sigrun earl,
But the spear-maid spills hoarding-stacks,
Misses the roadways, demolishes walls;
So she returns the seat. Tuuri hand-skald,
Steers the cat-tank on the stark sky-road
To the Silent Lands and their long purpose.
The crossing gives time for the crew to share
Their past stories and to state their skills;
Sigrun main-handed, most best warrior,
Hall-earl’s daughter, dived at the chance
To fight new marks; Mikkel erst-long
Fought in Dane-war, farm-travail bored –
But the rotting bridge interrupts the tales
As Tuuri eludes the collapsing piers
And crunched car-way; the crumbled deck
And flailing guys their gear threaten
Till asylum found at the sunken reach
Of the drowned tunnel. Dreams the sleeping
Lalli scout-mage lead to the flet
Of his woning-stead, willow-girt raft-home
In the mage-kingry. His cousin seeking,
Onni ward-mage, he walks the board-path,
To the stone-arched way, the water’s gate
Through the rock barrier, and reaches the shore
Of the wide cloud-mere, where wise under stars
Seidhkona and noita know in the silence
The call of friend and the catch of foe.
With his voice’s main he invokes Onni
Over the mage-sea. No message replies
Over bubbling deep, but a bird fluttering,
Wide-faring tern, his attention draws
To a red-braided wight, running the strand
Fearless, unwitting. Wise-hearted scout
Lalli calls him, but catches unware,
Summoning foes from the seal’s highway,
From the horde-deep hands to gulf him
In the trolls’ lich-sea. Lalli, untrounced
By the mer-vermin, his voice’s power
Unleashes, shends the shuck-born horde,
Shoots through the waves to the shore’s welcome
And dances for joy. At the door homeward
To his woning-stead he stirs in sleep
So Emil friend, with anxious hand,
Gentles Lalli, as the lapping waves
Tell of the end of the tunnel-road
At the last defence, where the lost Danes
Of Kastrup's fall are carved by name
On the sad gate-wings. Sigrun, eager
To tread under foot the troll domain
And defy her foes, forces her rank
On leer Mikkel, demanding the gate
Be opened wide ere evening's gloom
Forbids their sight. Banks of concrete
Clad in tangle climbing allow
To first long view of infested streets;
The way forward to fame and gold –
Or doomed lich-life. But darkling shades
Let the trail-fellows from the troll-haunted
Kastrup's sad field, so the comrades return
To the warm cat-tank. Canny night-gang
Scout-mage Lalli through skald Tuuri
At Sigrun's word is sent to find
A cunning road and secure refuge
For their first seeking in the Silent Lands.
Post by: Róisín on June 30, 2019, 11:56:26 PM
I like that you included the scene with the foreshadowing of the picture with the crack across poor Tuuri. And 'hiraeth', a loan-word into English from older Welsh for which I have never found a precise equivalent in English. I have heard my Welsh cousin use it in context, and it was heartbreaking. And 'flet' in its old usage of platform, bier or raft, a word which most moderns would not have heard outside Tolkien! And 'lich-sea' - how fitting! And 'doomed lich-life'!
All honour to your noble word-hoard.
Post by: Adge on July 01, 2019, 10:42:48 AM
Post by: corncobman on July 02, 2019, 11:15:42 PM
Village Friends 'Ere, The Forest Defenders
Is this a memory?
Of Lalli's real past?
"I think so" says he,
With disinterest cast.
He doesn't normally
Have these weird dreams.
Are the people his family?
Just the village hunting team.
Troll hunters and scouts,
That're dear grandma's pals.
For almost two months out,
Cleaning the forests local.
An occurrence yearly
He says, meanwhile,
A building seen clearly,
That's the quarantine isle.
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Pg 115
No Expert Knowledge, Didn't He Just Go To College?
Two weeks to tick off,
The confined charted date.
The surly Swede gives off,
Dreaming while they wait?
Are they all in the cooler
For this dream isolation?
Didn't he just go to school for
This garbage in education?
As if they're in sync,
The weather and time alter.
The physical body blinks,
The cat stares without falter.
Post by: corncobman on July 04, 2019, 12:24:00 AM
No Time Complaints, Town Cosy And Quaint
The time was quickly killed,
A surprise 'twas to behold.
Why's he standing around still?
Pack his things, he was told.
Away from the lone hut,
From the boats onto the pier.
So they can look at that,
The home town of the seer.
One of them says "It's cosy."
The cat agrees with you.
With tinted glasses rosy,
They share a moment or two.
Post by: corncobman on July 04, 2019, 10:58:32 PM
Sighted Capricious, Mighty Suspicious
Senses of the boy mage,
Triggering a fit.
The bundle he's gauged,
A weird feeling about it.
The little scout meek,
He pipes up to the elder.
Grandma's aid he seeks,
To stop that bag held there.
She calls out to Hilja,
To hold on momentary.
From the woman bewildered,
That package they be wary.
Post by: corncobman on July 24, 2019, 11:02:47 PM
Look Her In The Eyes, Inspection Denied
That's an interesting
Looking package she's got.
Would she mind sharing
What's inside it, or not?
Look her in the eyes,
It's just a package, okay?
Okay, Ensi replies,
Letting Hilja slip away.
The little young mage,
Notices something amiss.
But at this late stage
Can do naught but reminisce.
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Pg 119
Icelander - He Wants To See Young Onni
Indeed it's horrendous news,
Her children just left.
Ensi just looks amused at
The company she kept.
Shoo, off and do something,
Then Lalli is dismissed.
Reynir is there jumping
To see young Onni, he insists.
Over there, helping harvest,
On smelly sheep and farm island.
Quarantine to be started,
It's a few weeks 'til they're at hand.
Can't he just blink again?
And be skipping past straight?
He could do that but then
The young scout mage wants to wait.
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Pg 120
Joy Raised, Acting Amazed
Look at things, just,
For a little bit, at least.
"Show the place to us"
Enthusiasm increased.
He reluctantly says "suuure..."
"That's a well over there."
Continuing his tour,
Happiness is laid bare.
He lives on this street,
It's his mom and dad's house.
Grandma has to come see
Him, when his parents go out.
That place is grandma's,
A house with garden.
She even has a sauna,
With the trees as a curtain.
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Pg 121
Cat With Pride, Chatty Tour Guide
His memory sparked,
The buildings show.
Passing remarks,
Pointing as they go.
That's the school,
For two years went.
An old boat, cool,
Ancestors' lives spent.
Cousins of the scout,
Live within those doors.
He goes on to spout,
Like never before.
Hilja, Grandma's friend,
On a lonely stage.
At that bridge's end,
And she's a mage.
Cat scratching tree.
They eat and drink,
At the town centre, he
Can proceed to blink.
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Pg 122
There She Is! On Ignore List...
A week had passed,
A baker sale in town.
A missing cast,
There she could be found!
Ensi calls her name,
Bids her sit and eat.
Ignores her all the same,
Refusing the group to meet.
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Pg 123
Memory Holed, Calling Cold
The whole time she missed,
Has she been holed in?
She's been busy, she insists,
Tending to the garden.
She couldn't spare a mo,
To eat with her old mates?
She exhales a mighty blow,
As the questions don't abate.
Ensi asks, help she can provide,
But declined, she cannot trust.
The garden is her joy and pride,
And tend to it alone she must.
When the harvest party's there,
She'll see them then she says.
But they never saw hide nor hair,
After nearly fourteen days.
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Pg 124
Hugging And Kissing, Memory Missing
How's the little bunny doing?
As the pair there smirk and grin.
Lalli stands there, stewing,
Suffering at the hands of kin.
Onni and Tuuri left behind?
They'll hand back and unload.
Rowing back and unpacking assigned,
Then the two of them will show.
The lady's mother not sound of mind,
"She would never!" she protests.
To fetch her, the man designs,
The absent aforementioned guest.
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Pg 125
Memory Cursed, He Must Converse
Forgetful is her mother,
How sad it is to be.
Not the only one to suffer,
They'll grow old eventually.
Speaking of being aged,
When does Ensi retire?
When she's got a ready mage,
And joined the invisible choir.
She shoos the babby cat,
To get his cousins late.
On her shoulder, grumpy taps,
With a purpose, soon to state.
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Pg 126
Remember, Buh? What's Up With Hilja?
It's time for the annual,
Weapons inspection.
It's routine, you recall?
She has the recollection.
Seems she's not alone,
In forgetting their routine.
Others forgot too, based on tone,
Their weapons to be screened.
What the devil is the matter?
He made it to Hilja's place...
Just look at the cats, there
Is fury on their face.
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Pg 127
You Know Protocol, What's Within The Walls?
At the sign of the hiss,
To cupboard, face-masks packed.
They know what protocol is.
With haste they're all to act.
With the apparatus donned,
Along the path narrow.
To the house they bear on,
Like freshly loose-d arrows.
The adults armed to the nines,
And with alarm-ed cat pack.
To the rustic hut outlined,
With three children at the back.
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Pg 128
Open With A Creak, A Friend They Seek
Knock on the door,
Open it with a creak.
Ensi first to explore,
Cats ahead, in for a peek.
On the dimly lit floor,
Shadows everywhere streak.
Jars and bottles there stored,
Like a curious boutique.
Post by: corncobman on July 25, 2019, 10:30:50 PM
Unpacked The Furs, Smashing Figure
Candles melted,
Light that's snuffed.
The felines felt it,
Sinister and stuffed.
Cords there dangled,
Skin furs unweaved.
What is entangled
Within hidden sleeves?
That package remembered,
For whatever reason,
She never ventured
To inspect to completion.
That guy by the fingertips,
Picked up the fur skins.
The thing he simply rips
With heavy violence.
Post by: corncobman on July 29, 2019, 01:21:18 AM
They stare at the guts,
His fist dripping with goo.
Was dementia the cause that
Brought this thing through?
It isn't dementia, see,
Wrappings infused with spells.
Able to hide it was she,
From cats - sight, sound and smell.
From where would she learn
To even do any of this?
How is not the concern,
Why put them all at risk?
Was it something in the trees?
Asks the blonde-haired guy.
Always works alone does she,
So no-one knows what or why.
Was it the influence of
A being stronger than her?
Foreboding ominousness,
Of an entity most sinister...
Post by: corncobman on July 29, 2019, 10:36:12 PM
Anything That Can Be Done? Ready To Confront
If she did meet a kade, and
It's making her do this...
Can they give her aid,
Anything at all to assist?
The guy doesn't know,
They'll have to figure out later.
Kitties, pointing, show,
Whatever does await there?
Post by: Adge on July 31, 2019, 11:44:29 AM
The news has come we hoped never to hear;
The terror that we faced is still alive
When might is right, and death the only end
Can poetry survive?
He’s gone alone to face the power of hate;
To sacrifice at worst, at best to strive
When might is right, and death the only end
Can poetry survive?
We follow, only bound by friendship’s tie
No longer each alone; now we are five
When might is right, and death the only end
Can poetry survive?
The path is choiceless, absolute and clear.
Through ocean terrors, silent ways we drive
When might is right, and death the only end
Can poetry survive?
To homes abandoned, doomed, to family graves
All paths of future, present, past arrive
When might is right, and death the only end
Can poetry survive?
When magedreams wake the past, we know the truth
This evil hatefilled death no good can shrive
When might is right, and death the only end
Can poetry survive?
But if we win? If brute force victory gains
That proves our power all mask of good has shed.
That might is right, and death the only end
And poetry’s dead.
Post by: Adge on July 31, 2019, 07:33:33 PM
Chapter 5 (part 1)
In Kastrup's field the cat-tank sleeps
Through the long night till Lalli scout
Returns at dawn with tested routes
Into Hafnia’s haunted centre;
Her rich book-hoards, refuge fence-lands
And fast retreats. Few are the ways,
Unsafe and strait; Sigrun wolf-maid
Fell-handed thane, fore-chosen task-earl,
Levers her rank to select her mind
Of a strong target. Tuuri lore-skald
Rates it middling, missing detail
But a useful sye. Sigrun, eager
To conquer trolls and to try Emil
As a war-spear friend, works her comrades
To prepare for reif; paying Lalli
With sweet bakemeats, suading Mikkel
A radio link to reconnect
To the support base; pushing Tuuri,
Tank steer-master, to start their way,
The lore-handed maid to lead their car,
Through weeping fields, over fences shent
In the fey Danes' doomed defiance.
There Mikkel the Dane remembrance owes
And pays to the dead as the pals drive on
Through waste suburbs to the central fence
Uselessly barring the boulevards
Of the high city. Hiding, drowsy,
The cold-dulled trolls trouble them not
As they skate the streets to the scouted holt
Of their first pillage. They park in a nook,
A defensible spot. Forced with a crowbar
The cache-house unlocks; dislodged timbers,
Time-crumbled ceils the sight-line bar
To troll hauntings; but traversing a pace
No sign reveals to Sigrun's eye
Of trolls lurking or lair-dern beasts,
So back to brief her book-raid lads,
Lalli and Emil, to learn them well
In the tasks ahead: to take to blades
As first resort when a foe appears
Lest gunshots warn and gather trolls;
And to work through the task as one squadron -
Teamfolk together. With Tuuri skald
And leer Mikkel main-handed wight
The car holding, to keep prepared
As a safe retreat, the trio set off
Through the shent hall. Shouting, Emil,
Callow cleanser, proclaims a hoard –
A full book-case – fetches his captain
Sigrun doubt-faced and dour Lalli.
But his crude touch crumbles the books
To runnels of dust. With wrath-filled words
Sigrun lashes him. Sorrowful Emil
Denies his guilt; garbage and mush
Is all that’s left! The dislusioned boy,
Seeker unfettled, fears a quest-loss –
But Sigrun’s truth, tried hoard-finder,
Lifts his heart-mood, lures her search-troop
With visions of wealth veiled in the deeps
From decay and spoil. Cautiously onward
The reivers unlatch a room of the dead,
Of folk ravaged by the rash sickness,
Forgotten wights, gathered to die
Forspent, empty, their spirits drained,
Forlost in horror, unhelped, unfed,
On untended beds; terror diswarriors
Unschooled Emil, but scant sympathy
Sigrun appays; two palms slapping
His mazzard with force master his fear,
Harden his heart, horror replacing
With sorrowful quiet. The search moves on
Up a bye staircase, the steep access
To a closed study, a secluded, cramped
Book-lined office, bourn of a scholar
Seeming untroubled by troll plundering,
Joy to a reiver. They jemmy the door
And clamber across the clutter of chairs -
Ancient untried troll protection -
To the table and books. Tenantless seeming
But Lalli scout, alert, watchful
Restlessly stares as roving Emil,
Reiver unfettled, with feet crushes
The self-killed bones of the book-gatherer,
In Tuoni’s realm refuge taking
In sickness days. Sigrun and Emil
Joyful leader, jubilant cleanser,
Cumber their arms with columns of books
Randomly plucked to please Mikkel
And Tuuri skald as a token brought –
A first gleaning of a glorious hoard!
To the scholar’s room the reivers return.
Post by: corncobman on July 31, 2019, 10:48:49 PM
In The Beams, Try Not To Scream
So the person they're after
Humanity renounced.
Crouching in the rafters,
Readying to pounce.
Drooping flesh folds,
Fangs gripping beams.
Horrifyingly remoulded,
From mind's darkest dream.
Raising the muzzle,
Upon the juggernaut.
Already in a tussle,
Barely let off a shot...
Post by: corncobman on August 02, 2019, 01:58:37 AM
The Only Strategy, Stop The Catastrophe
Backing off goes, the
Former friend flown the nest.
The wounded catastrophe,
Nightmare made manifest.
Into the shelter of trees,
Out the door, past the steps.
Can they stop her, please?
Wounded, can they intercept?
Speed now is the key,
Going after her they leapt.
To give their friend release,
Before the whole town gets swept...
Post by: corncobman on August 04, 2019, 11:16:01 PM
Like A Many-Legged Worm, Into Crevices Squirm
Chased by hissing cats,
To cut off its run.
They seek to distract
'Til humans come with shotguns.
Hefty but swiftly,
Down from the hill top.
The monster slinks deftly
Into the shady outcrop.
Like a slithering pede,
Into the crevices slide.
Sheltering, it bleeds,
Seeking where to reside.
Post by: corncobman on August 06, 2019, 04:04:50 AM
Sober, Cowed, It's Over Now
The humans now retake,
Catch up to the scene.
The cats on their stake,
And the monster in between.
Seems like somehow bearing,
Some semblance of its host.
Looking out, cowering,
Almost pitifully, almost...
"It's over now." He fires,
The felines look on, fierce.
The creature expires,
Body slumped, pellet pierced.
---------------------------------
So ends the saga of the Finnish Baba Yaga.
A nice and friendly witch, 'till she somehow got an itch.
Contact disinclined, they thought she'd lost her mind.
No hide nor hair of friend, for days and weeks on end.
In self-confinement kept, they tried to intercept.
Laying on the desk, rodent body, guts, grotesque.
When the door was swung, then a surprise was sprung.
Out the creature leapt, while friends inside them wept.
The cat-man tried to fight, but she already had a bite.
Escaping from the home, victim of rash Syndrome.
Out onto open field, the scale of it revealed.
Leaving bloody traces, felines giving chases.
Pursuing the bug reviled, hissing all the while.
Into an outcrop dug, the human beetle-slug.
"It's over now." he say, as the gun blew her away.
So ends the saga of the Finnish Baba Yaga.
Post by: MegaJar on August 06, 2019, 07:18:15 AM
It Must Have Been Troll
(based on Roxette's "It Must Have Been Love" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2C5TjS2sh4))
Lay a gunshot on the Killja.
Leave the carcass on the ground.
She woke up growling, but now there's silence,
In the forest, and all around.
Shoot her now.
End her pain.
She'll fade away.
It must have been troll, but it's over now.
She used to be good, but went evil somehow.
It must have been troll, but it's over now.
From the moment she turned, till the time had run out.
Make believing she's still human,
Not infected by a kade.
But in and outside, she turns to monster,
Like a puppet in its palm.
And it's a hard
Thing to say.
She'll fade away.
It must have been troll, but it's over now.
This is not what we wanted, but we must put her down.
It must have been troll, but it's over now.
She's where Tuonela flows.
She's where the Swan goes...
Post by: corncobman on August 06, 2019, 11:26:51 AM
Outbreak (based on Jailbreak by Thin Lizzy)
Tonight there's gonna be an outbreak
Somewhere in this town
See me and the voice, we don't like it
So we've broken out and broken down
Hiding low, looking right to left
Didn't see it coming, completed a theft
Do move away, do you hear what I say
Lest you catch my breath
Tonight there's gonna be a outbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there's gonna be a outbreak
So soon it's counting down
Soon it's counting down
Tonight there's gonna be trouble
Some of you won't survive
See the monster's brought an illness
Busting out dead or alive
I can hear the mad cats on my six
All hell breaks loose, shotgun and felines hiss
Very soon it will be you
Having fits
Tonight there's gonna be an outbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there's gonna be an outbreak
So soon it's counting down
Tonight there's gonna be trouble
You're gonna find yourselves in
Tonight there's gonna be trouble
Say goodbye to all your friends
You meet your maker
Breakout
Tonight there's gonna be a breakout
Into the village zones
No-ones there to try and stop it
No one can for long
All eyes on my trail
Tonight's the night immune systems fail
Hey you, come be impaled
Come here
Tonight there's gonna be an outbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there's gonna be an outbreak
So soon it's counting down
Tonight there's gonna be trouble
You're gonna find yourselves in
Tonight there's gonna be trouble
Say goodbye to all your friends
Post by: corncobman on August 07, 2019, 10:41:43 PM
Procedures To Adopt, Too Late, It Can't Be Stopped
Well, whatever it was,
Into her mind infiltrated,
Must have been strong 'cause
Of the mess orchestrated.
Alright, time for a sweep
To thoroughly make sure,
So that the area keeps
Infected critters no more.
He doesn't know what to say,
To his comrade Tapsa then...
Just put him away
In quarantine he asks of them.
They stopped the spread,
That's all that counts.
"She already spread it." She said,
As the hopelessness mounts.
Post by: corncobman on August 08, 2019, 10:18:01 PM
Infected Down Low, It's A Code O
She's done exactly
What the thing led her.
Smuggling the nasty,
Infected herself to spread it.
Without anyone noticing,
Quietly at the bake sale.
Well into her toxicosis,
Highly infectious to exhale.
For days it's been spreading
Surreptitiously through.
Disease quietly embedding
By the breath of all of you.
It's now a code O,
Act according to protocol, men.
Send for a containment boat,
All must stay home until then.
Post by: corncobman on August 12, 2019, 05:01:03 AM
Behind She Stayed, Black Speech Pervades
Anyone who still can be,
Saved has to be isolated.
Staying behind is granny,
So the soul can be liberated.
With sadness profound,
Hand on heart, dagger steered.
Kneeling on the ground,
Dark voices assail her ears.
Seeking, to enslave her,
Pushing the defenses.
Concentration wavers,
Calling out to her: "Ensi".
Post by: corncobman on August 12, 2019, 11:02:19 PM
Struggle To Remain Sane, Mental Eye-strain
"You... can't save her.
You can't save yourself."
This creature's behaviour
A bane to mental health.
Herself she berates,
In a massive guilt trip.
Having taken the bait,
Before she gets a grip.
She calls out to Lalli,
Asking if he fetched.
Cousins Onni and Tuuri,
It's a good thing he ditched.
Listen to her closely,
Do what she says now.
Struggling with the ghostly
Creature with clenched brows.
Post by: corncobman on August 14, 2019, 10:24:33 PM
Do Not Glance Under Any Circumstance
Don't look grandma in the eyes.
Under any circumstance.
If you don't take her advice,
You'll have no second chance.
It's already entered
In the recesses of her mind.
Seeing clearly the mentor,
And yet so very blind...
To Onni he must hasten,
Bring her rifle to him, too.
In this situation, he'll
Know what he's supposed to do.
Tell him it's a code O,
As the risk increases.
Quickly Lalli, now go,
Do exactly what he says.
Post by: corncobman on August 15, 2019, 10:04:17 PM
Mixed Signals, Control Abysmal
The orders were absolute,
Don't look at her eyes.
That he must execute,
No matter her cries.
The sudden turn-about,
A change in tone wild.
"Look at me" she shouts
"When I talk to you, child"
It's already taking root,
Grandma then realised.
Is he to the ground glued?
"Go already!" emphasised.
Don't stop to consult.
Don't stop, just run.
Don't worry about adults,
Don't stop for anyone...
----------------------------
In Two Minds, Leave It All Behind
Safety will be found when the ships arrive.
A condescending shift into an angry tone.
Motor control beginning to be deprived,
A sudden outburst, actions not her own.
Noticing her grandson, vision to the side.
Is he rooted? Go already! She pleads.
While she fights against a hopeless tide,
Each moment spent is one in dire need.
With a mental horror so abhorrant,
Bidding him hurry, not to stop for anyone.
Not even to worry for his parents,
What has started cannot be undone.
Pain of generations, they must endure.
Out of the grasp of influence impure.
Post by: corncobman on August 19, 2019, 06:41:42 AM
Familiar Face With A Glint, Sitting With Print
Now what do they do?
What grandma told him to.
Conversations eschew,
Straight to his cousins true.
Down the steps they fly,
A familiar face sitting by.
Reading under the sky,
Bushy-tails and bright-eyed.
"Uhhh... where's Onni?" he asks,
On the sofa he basks,
After completing his tasks:
Namely unloading their packs.
At Onni there lazing,
The youngsters gaze in,
While Tuuri outside brazen.
Hopefully the pair stays in...
Post by: corncobman on August 20, 2019, 06:51:58 AM
Poking Comes Natural, Grab Their Satchels
Jam a finger in the eye
Of the quiet sleeping bloke.
What is wrong with him, why
Does he always go for the poke?
To which the cat replies,
Grandma says there's a code O.
Whatever that implies,
It's not a good thing, you know?
Tuuri put on your coat,
And go sit with Lalli,
Inside of their boat.
He insists with fury.
It's not a suggestion,
Grab the pre-prepared packs.
No time for questions!
Time to face the facts.
Post by: corncobman on August 21, 2019, 11:14:56 PM
Dark Seeds Planted, Disenchanted
Strategic, undercover, game well played.
Save for a few, the whole village unmade.
Folks in darkness, in the shadow of death,
Every inhabitant caught with a breath.
Dark voices persuade, no more in the light.
Poor choices made, the reality bites.
Insidious nature, through lack of foresight,
Making poor neighbours, in the dead of night.
Out of the reach of the gated walls,
Watching, waiting, as the lonely night falls.
Leaving the nest, away from the rot.
Untouched island, for a safe hiding spot.
A matter of time, isolated, glum
Waiting for the salvation vessels to come.
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Forever A Dark Zone, Into The Unknown
From whence they lived,
They venture out alone.
From safety relative,
Into the dark of the unknown.
They go, one and two.
Quickly, quiet, in stealth.
Awaiting their rescue
From a fate worse than death.
No chance for goodbyes,
No return, no comfort.
Forever severed ties,
Only pain, only hurt.
Post by: corncobman on August 22, 2019, 11:13:50 PM
Screams And Shots Muted, Protocol Executed
Gunshots rang out, chilling screams filled the air,
Still wind, silenced howls, distant echoes rained.
Acrid smoke, the sight of burning despair,
Twisting and turning, no laughter again.
Dis-harmonic notes, a striking discord.
The hammer fell down, destruction's dark song.
Imposing boats bringing townsfolk aboard.
Noticed the stragglers, they too brought along.
Isolation boring, long days to wait.
All of the patients, all a patience test.
Few fortunate, for the most a worse fate.
Onto the island, the only ones left.
Recruitment for Onni, apprenticeships earned.
It was their destiny to never return...
Post by: corncobman on August 26, 2019, 01:40:52 AM
Sticking Its Tongue Out, Emil Has Some Doubts...
Of their grandma, there was no further trace.
What's left of her in the wilderness wild?
Mysteries surround this long vanished face.
Will it still recognise its estranged grandchild?
Picture of lilies, rocking boat fylgja.
Playfully teasing the fair-hair-ed Swede.
Keeping up his guard, the meatball bourgeois.
The Icelander, despite, pays him no heed.
Is that the reason Onni came out here,
That Ensi might be around in some state?
Lalli reckons in accord with his peer,
Something's still here, 'what' is up for debate...
On the road to return, paradise lost.
To find answers, past the borders uncrossed.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on August 26, 2019, 03:37:02 PM
Spoiler: show
Post by: corncobman on August 26, 2019, 11:09:24 PM
Birds Stirred, Eastward?
Maybe Onni knows
What is out there.
With morning they rose,
Seagulls in the air.
The direction to go,
Are they even aware?
He supposes they just hope
It's eastward somewhere.
Caretaker gives a chart
To the sentinel magician.
Huh? Who is the upstart
That has this position?
Post by: Adge on August 28, 2019, 06:32:30 AM
Chapter 5 (part 2)
To the scholar’s room the reivers return
To load more loot - but Lalli scout,
Mage-eyed, a drip from a draught-vent
Suspects and stares; astute Emil
His sword-lord’s eye sends to the grate;
Sigrun, warrior, well-tried foe-bane,
Tested sword-earl, detects a troll –
Puny little bastard, barely to Sigrun
An enemy to fear – but for Emil a test:
Attack it or run? The test is passed;
Emil’s courage conquers his fear
Saving his honour. Sigrun notices
Emil’s victory, and divides the team,
Each lone at first; leery Emil,
Untried warrior, true follower,
Reminds Sigrun of her command at start
One team to form; his tentative words
She chooses to wit as wisdom's mark;
Alone herself, but Lalli scout
And green Emil, artless sword-hand,
She reappoints as a pair working,
To search the holt, lest the sign means
That the reif-house folds, fast in its deeps
A strong troll-nest, in the strait house-ways
A deadly threat. The three organised,
She fixes tryst for fifteen minutes
And disappears, the dead-room her sye.
Emil, youngling, unused to war
Turns to Lalli, lone-working scout
And sees him gone to seek alone
Unplanned, trystless. Plucking up heart,
Callow Emil the corridor takes.
But bold Sigrun seeks past the dead;
She finds hidden behind the rests
Of the blithe days blighted by the rash
A barred doorway. Undoing the seal,
A dern chamber, dark, unoccupied,
The beds ruined; and racked in bonds
A lone troll-corpse on a trashed mattress
From pain released. Past these remnants
A dank stairway down to a cellar
Pooled with water and putrid drips
Whose trickling slimes a troll-nest feed
Safe from the cold. Sigrun withdraws,
Reseals the door, and seeks Emil
To leave the holt. With Lalli missed,
Emil searches silent corridors
And tucked corners until he hears
His watch tell him that time has come
For the appointed tryst at the parked car-holt
With the rest of the team. His route back-tracks,
Threading torch-lit through the shadows
Until suddenly a soft creaking
Round a corner – courage for Emil
Takes time to drum, but he draws his knife
Leaps the corner to lunge at a foe
But the space is void – spit, blood and teeth
On his terrified head tumble cascading
From the ceiling above – in sickened disgust
He sees his foe descend towards him
Gore vomiting. Gagging and shocked
He slams his torch in its slimy gob
Shattering teeth as it tumbles down
Bloody to the floor. He flees away
Down the corridor from danger behind
To danger before; a foe concealed,
A long-legged troll lurking at a door
Leaps and captures cautionless Emil
His knife maims it – not sufficient
To wane its strength. Struggling Emil,
Defeat sensing, for Sigrun shouts
Her stroke unheads the strangling troll
Freeing Emil, but the freke behind,
Blood-vile dribbling vomit-tooth belcher,
Closes upon them. Cleanser Emil
A can empties and cartridges triggers
In its bubbling maw; the bang destroys
Troll and passage; the purging blast
Rupts the windows over waiting Mikkel
He screams Tuuri to scramble the tank
Dashes in to save Sigrun and Emil
As the two reivers run from smoke-fog
To the clear air. Cleanser Emil
Turns for Lalli lost in the troll-holt
As Lalli’s weight a window shatters
Bolting for air – burly Mikkel
In his arms catches cat-limbed Lalli,
Sets him to ground. Safe in the cat-tank
The troll-banes speed to a spot retreat
Far from the sye. Sigrun war-maid
Prowess rejoicing, praises Emil
Foe-tried cleanser, fire-wielding wight,
As a viking true – reveals her lust
To sack and reive the city entire
With acclaimed pair, cleanser Emil
And forest gnome noita Lalli –
Triumphant team. But with troll’s gut-filth
Soused and sickened, senseless Emil
Vomits his answer. Invening Mikkel
Fearing the taint of contamination
Washing directs. Way-skald Tuuri
Conducts the crew to a dell concealed
In Kastrup fort. They camp and rest,
Unwind spirits and wash their clothes
While Mikkel embarks on a book study
Uncertain why Sigrun has chosen
So random a set. Reading for war-maids
Lacks attraction; she’d trusted to luck
And her luck had worked for one volume
A written account of the rash sickness
In the patients held in the house they’d reft
That Mikkel takes over Tuuri's call
As skald to the team. As they turn to sleep
Troll-reiver Sigrun foresees plenty
Of joyful loot in the juicy spots
Deep in the town; doubtful Mikkel
Queries their skills; quest-earl Sigrun
Scoffs at his doubts. Scout-noita Lalli
Through sleep awakes in the wide gull-realm
Of the mage kingry. The merry-dancers bright,
Affording a glimpse, a far vision
Of a red-haired boy, roust not the sorrow
In Lalli’s heart, though a high-fluttering
Sielulinto sea-blessing tern
Accompanies Lalli on the corpse-cradler,
The oceanic waste, shoreless and cold.
Post by: Róisín on August 28, 2019, 07:15:25 AM
Post by: Nellie McEnt on August 28, 2019, 09:40:28 PM
I want to write a response poem but I'm tired right now and distracted and it wouldn't be any good ://
Post by: corncobman on August 29, 2019, 12:14:11 AM
Going Upstream, Rowing As A Team
To continue onwards,
They'll pass the sentinel seer.
With a checkpoint he guards
The northeast frontier.
The last passing guy
Didn't say where he was going.
But if he tried to get inside
The area, he'd know it.
The path is upstream,
They should reach it in days.
Working hard as a team,
The trail they will blaze.
So by raising their oars
They go rowing hence.
Land-hauling by the shores,
And go rowing once again.
Post by: corncobman on August 29, 2019, 11:13:45 PM
Swarming Seagulls, Stealthily Sculls
His hut, he stated,
Between rapids it falls.
They can't miss it located,
Especially by the seagulls.
Wildlife here burgeoning,
A horde of sea birds.
In a swarm encircling,
There aren't any words...
The group quietly creep,
As to not draw attention.
The scrapyard fort keep,
On a bridge of suspension.
Post by: corncobman on September 03, 2019, 12:39:21 AM
Wisdom Consumed, Living On Fumes
Disembodied voices, of shadows made.
Power itself corrupted, whispers swayed.
Faculties weakened, sound minds are decayed.
Disembodied voices, of a night's shade.
Further disaster, forces to invade.
Trusting souls fall prey to the masquerade.
Lapses in judgement and or faith mislaid,
Set forth in motion a fatal cascade.
When least expected, visuals persuade.
Families broken and friendships betrayed.
Protector turned traitor, dark renegade.
Consciousness consumed, what price to be paid?
Souls for the soulless, a one-way trade.
Death not by flesh but through senses degrade.
Forever tainted, guides wayward strayed.
Be ever wary of the denatured kade.
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Not A Patient, But An Agent
Look at the sight, at this infernal gaze
Do you hear my words, my dear listener?
Forever staring, a slave that obeys
Now ever entwined, in here, prisoner...
Pain eternal, inextricably linked
Body but a shade tied into knots
In darkness embraced, in all but a blink
The abyss consumes, the flesh, the mind rots
No security found, just lost memories
A flickering twilight, penumbra sheeting
Irreversibly soul bound anomalies
Permanent curses, in a dream fleeting
Wandering endless, never fulfilling
Extension of me, agent unwilling
Post by: corncobman on September 05, 2019, 02:05:08 AM
Souls Amalgamate, Eyes Of Hate
A single kade cause many to fall,
Within it many corrupted souls pact.
Corruption by spirit, touch physical,
Or even via range through eye contact.
Beware the blackened windows to the soul,
Ensnaring spirits, to be of one mind.
Congregating with the minds that it stole,
Multiplying the bane of mage kind.
A mage specialised in exorcism,
In theory, in circumstances perfect,
Can manage to break the collectivism
Those that are recent influenced subjects
Breaking its hold, the mage's mind repaired.
The kade remains, it will still be there.
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Ebony Adhesion, A Boney Legion
Depravity, damnation,
Join the others, compelled.
A legion, aberration,
Of a nature most fell.
Unholy visions,
Giving rise to collapse.
Voices of derision,
Already in the traps.
Body of darkness,
Skulking soul slaves.
More for the harvest,
To join the black waves.
A moment's hesitation,
When concentration wavers.
A lifetime of subjugation,
After magic can't save us.
Post by: corncobman on September 09, 2019, 12:05:07 AM
Full Of Gulls, For The Lulls
Seabirds in the stratus,
Above them in swarms.
Steps, steel, latticed
And wooden platforms.
Calling up to the sentry,
The medic - tall and broad.
Trying to gain entry
From the mage sentinel sod.
Protecting his precious
Hair with his coat,
The Swede sits contentious
With two others in the boat.
A feline, puffed, ballooned.
A landed bird, stalking is.
The kitty on the pontoon,
Fighting off its doggedness.
Post by: corncobman on September 15, 2019, 10:20:06 PM
Is He A Corpse Bloated? Elevator Spring Loaded
Are they even sure that
He's alive or whatever?
Seagulls are allured
And can't resist a cadaver.
Hold on those below,
He'll be with you shortly.
Down the lift he goes,
The fellow quite portly.
Post by: corncobman on September 18, 2019, 11:30:54 PM
Stir Crazy Or Regular Crazy?
Eyes that seem crazy stir,
Like a character manic.
Everyone on the elevator
With low tech mechanics.
A knife in his gloves,
Cut the ballast line there.
Out there he shoves,
All of them take the stairs!
It's not multi-person
Capable, slipped his mind.
The vertical exertion
Is healthy you'll all find.
Up the stairs they went,
While the sentinel babbled.
The accelerated ascent
Is making kitty all frazzled.
Post by: corncobman on September 19, 2019, 10:42:42 PM
Nettle tea brewing
Ready for the guests.
He'll let them continue in,
Once they've passed the tests.
They were coming, he knew.
Yes, they were on his radar.
A good vantage point, true,
No, he sees very far.
The birds gather en masse,
With suspicion cast eyes.
They're lucky they passed
Here, unlike the last guy...
Post by: corncobman on September 22, 2019, 10:43:57 PM
Look Who Washed Up, Thought They Caught Up
That was his name, yes,
It's been quite a few weeks.
He thought he could test,
The gauntlet of beaks.
He thought he could barge
In without any review.
Couldn't escape the charge
Of the sentinel's air crew.
Prone, pecked and pinned,
He rowed up in the canoe.
Knocked out was his wind,
On the rock, stuck like glue.
Does that mean he's got him?
Can they get him back, so?
It's not a prison to watch him,
Already let the man go.
All he had to do was follow
Protocol like he was supposed to.
Their victory short and hollow,
Now they'll all have to go too...
Post by: corncobman on September 23, 2019, 10:33:35 PM
Scrap Home Improvised, Seagull Supervised
Come inside the bus,
For quiet conversations.
They have much to discuss,
Further negotiations.
To the domicile rustic
For their many answers.
A home mechanistic with
Bed, chairs and planters.
Sauna complete with furnace,
The inventive mage dude.
The seagulls on alertness,
A vantage of altitude.
Post by: corncobman on September 25, 2019, 10:15:19 PM
How Did They Stack? With Wings Had The Knack
Can Sigrun ask regarding
The stacks of cars?
Wasn't even a hard thing,
Piling them like they are.
Imagine the power
Of a thousand wings.
To make the car tower,
Was a simple proceeding.
Imagine and be amazed
Many bird brains are linked.
Aloft wings and arms raised,
The seagull and man in sync.
Now nettle tea to partake,
Along with some fish.
A welcome little break,
Enjoy as much as they wish.
Post by: corncobman on September 26, 2019, 11:41:01 PM
The Silence Is Broken, His Eyes Are Wide Open
About they all lounge,
Enjoying their snacks,
The food that he scrounged
In the refitted bus shack.
The silence Sigrun breaks,
It was meant a quick stop.
Just their names he'll take
And then off they will pop.
Just a list he maintains,
That all his job entails?
The sentinel explains
That his eyes never fail.
Those making an entrance
And, mainly, leaving his focus.
Using his reconnaissance
So that none escape unnoticed.
------------------------------------
I have seen things
With my pair of eyes,
I have seen things
Dwellings fall and rise.
I have seen things
Both giant and small
I have seen things
Bleak and abysmal.
I have seen things
Across distances vast.
I have seen things
From many that tresspassed.
I have seen things
As I have been called.
I have seen things
It's why I am bald.
I have seen things,
None escapes attention.
I have seen things
That I cannot mention.
I have seen things,
Nothing unnoticed.
I have seen things
And only I know this.
I have seen things.
Nightmares recurring.
I have seen things.
I have seen things.
I have seen things.
Post by: corncobman on September 29, 2019, 11:13:09 PM
Continuous Eyes On Guard This Horizon
Are they all aware
Of the area's events?
It was a nasty affair,
An outbreak a decade then.
Do they know what a kade is?
Unsure, kinda, sorta, maybe.
Nasty nuisances he stated,
It's why he has this army.
A personal bird flock
With which he's a warden.
Day and night, round the clock,
So nothing bad passes the cordon.
Making sure nothing worse
Than infected animals migrate.
And making sure, of course,
No agents cross the gates.
--------------------------------------
Flying Eyes (based on Private Eyes by Daryl Hall and John Oates)
My birdies, they told me
Watch you rowin' the tides
When you entered the scene
Seagulls, they're in the know
Human friends overlook
Their senses will show on their part
When it's watching for signs
You can't escape my
Flying eyes
They're watching you
They see your every move
Flying eyes
They're watching you
Flying eyes
They're watching you
Watching you
Watching you
Watching you
Crazy sea birds they're watching above
After all, one pair of eyes are just not enough
In turn, I'm gonna know
If they're getting let in or getting out so
Abide or your entry's denied
'Cause you can't escape my
Flying eyes
They're watching you
They see your every move, baby
Flying eyes
They're watching you
Flying eyes
They're watching you
Watching you
Watching you
Watching you-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh flying by and watching the front for me
Flock of spies my personal sky army
Dodging is mighty unwise
I'll still know, you
Look into my
Flying eyes
They're watching you
They see your every move, surveyed
Flying eyes
They're watching you
Flying eyes
They're watching you
Flying eyes
They're watching you, yeah
They see your every move, they see it
(Flying eyes)
They're watching you
Flying eyes
They're watching you
(Flying eyes) Whoo
Watching you, yeah
They see your every move, they see it
Flying eye-eyes
They're watching you
Yeah, flying eyes
They're watching you
Flying eyes
Watching you
They watch your every move
(Every move)
Oh I see you
Oh I see you
Fly-eyeing
Fly-eyeing
Flying eyes
Flying eyes
Watching you
(Flying eyes)
(Watching you)...
Post by: Adge on September 30, 2019, 07:43:32 PM
Chapter 6
“Listen to me, lingering spirits,
Wandering from the way of Tuoni
I adjure you gently, clearly
I request you quietly, sweetly
Far from this place fare and journey,
Wide berth leave us, long our parting.
Nameless ginnels, nameless corners,
Nameless houses know your roaming.”
Lalli, noita, long he sang them,
Then he changed his chanting's motion:
“Now in anger, now command you
Now be silent narking spirits
Lest I force you, leave you helpless
From the mage-realm main my soul-beast
Cast the bloody curse upon you
Boulders crush you back to shadows!”
So Lalli’s wrath the radio cleared
To talk freely. Tuuri skald-maid
Contact achieves with their comrades at base
Reports the quest: the people safe,
A dozen books redeemed from fire
But the rest lost in the lair-burning
Of Emil’s fight, his foe’s shending,
And the team’s escape. Skald-maid Tuuri
Is moved aside by Mikkel the cook:
Reports finding a fault in their stores –
A case of supplies has candles for food;
For the team's bellies a ballast unfit
To bring them home. The bridge is gone
To Öresund; Olsen, Danish,
Mishearing, claims the hoard-seekers
Scathed wantonly the sky-faring;
The four schemers, scotching the charge,
His help request; the high-voiced Dane,
Crannog-fort admiral, the crew ignores –
Saving his office no succour tends;
But Trond fox-wily a trick can play:
The old schemer scans his records,
Locating a ship whose captain hides
A past history that a handle gives
To the party’s need. Pivoting her track
The Icelandic ocean-farer,
Sail-flying tramp, trader sea-wain,
Túnfiskurinn turns to Denmark;
With her pride scotched, skipper Àsa,
Of blemished past, by blackmail forced,
Unwilling carrier, cases of food
Agrees to land where a lighthouse marks
An ancient dock, desolate remnant
From the doomed time of the Danish bid
To reclaim their land; a clear tryst-stead
For the hoard-seekers, hungry, waiting
For the wherry’s lade. A whale-bane gar
Aimed too loosely for Emil’s pride
Crosses the gap: two crates steering
Above the sea to the band waiting
On the landing-stead. Unlidding the first
Reveals a wealth of vegetable food;
Emil the other opens and slams
The lid hard down. Desperate he shouts
Calling the team that the case is filled
With living freight – loud and quickly
Sigrun shouts him to shoot it dead
Ere it shend the team, but unsure Emil
Calls to the rest caution to show
Whether the freke is friend or enemy
Hard is to guess, but human it seems
From his quick look. The lid slowly
Raising, reveals a red-haired lad,
Lissom, harmless, Icelandic in speech,
Asking for Bornholm. The boat has gone,
The miffed captain makes her escape,
Though Sigrun shouts at the ship’s stern
As it disappears with its debts paid
Over the horizon. Wrathful, desperate,
Norse-tongued Sigrun the new boy gives
To Emil’s care – custody the Swede
Believes is meant, though Mikkel tries
To spell the truth. Speeding inland
To the parked cat-tank, the party snatch
The far-caller the farer to name
To the mission-earls on the mer-castle
But the folk at base fob off the crew,
Promising to call the appropriate powers
To acquire help. Questions unanswered
Mikkel releases the lost redhead
From Emil’s care, casting to grasp
Why he was fixed in the food crate
Car unhandy for human freight
Over the fish-road. First courtesies:
The red-headed lad Reynir is named
Árnason born in Iceland’s realm
Of farming stock. His folk immune
Through dagrenning, his doom alone
To be at risk from the rash sickness.
Home is his haven, but his heart cankers
His haven a jail, joyless, gateless
Except for a flight unsanctioned, unblessed,
To Reykjavik and the roads seaward,
A city free to frommed traders,
Makers, chandlers, merchant sea-wains,
Outcome strangers and Iceland’s folk
Their goods exchange and gomes for hire
As hands recruit. A hoarding declares
Bornholm the port for a berthed ship –
Túnfiskurinn – today leaving
For the undaunted folk, for Denmark’s holt,
For the island realm. Reynir, ill-schooled,
To the name attaches a tale recalled
Of southward lands, sunkissed and warm,
Covered with palm trees and colour-clad blooms.
He begs for work from the boat’s owners
Gains appointment as a galley hand
Unpaid, friendless, a peon condemned
To the galley sink, his goal bungled –
For his boss warns him of the ban on crew:
By the frommed laws unfree to land
At the sun-warm docks of Denmark’s isle.
But a crisis comes; two crates unload
At a dock unkenned, a curious task,
A chore unplanned, a chance for Reynir!
So he lurks unseen in the lading bay,
Voids a freight-shell of its victual stock,
Cowers in the space where cans of tuna
Hoped for the plates of the hoard seekers,
And the rest is known. The radio folk
Come back to talk; but the base team's help
Is empty words – the errant guest
Must be cossetted, cared for and fed
Till a sea-guardian is sent to fetch
All six comrades and receive them home
In quarantine. To quit his debt
Mikkel suggests cooking the lad
For supper at need; Sigrun prefers
A handy troll bait; but the home party
Lay that the caitiff be kept alive.
Post by: corncobman on October 01, 2019, 02:35:54 AM
He's Not Obliged, They Can Wreck Their Own Lives
Several settlements
There used to be.
And it was evident,
Low levels of immunity.
On every single island
A calamity most grave.
Protocols weren't right and
Nothing much could be saved.
The outbreaks ensued
That one year marked.
It was concluded
A kade entered those parts.
Into the woods retreated,
A living death sentence.
Sometimes you can perceive it,
And feel its foul presence.
It won't come close now,
Since they are prepared.
But why are people allowed
To go into danger there?
"People have the right",
The sentinel replies,
They can enter despite
"To risk there own lives."
Post by: corncobman on October 03, 2019, 04:00:28 AM
If They Have The Poxes, They'll Only Leave In Boxes
Dangerous specimens,
There's a plethora.
Each one lessened
Is for the better.
A hunting party
That eliminates one,
Though it's foolhardy,
Prevents a disaster to come.
The deal before them
They'll have to accept it.
If they are condemned,
They're never to again exit.
Not even for quarantine,
If they caught the Illness.
They get to go in,
Now he's told them all this.
He slams down his cup,
The beverage sprays.
To get them written up,
His office is that way.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on October 03, 2019, 11:23:18 PM
Full acknowledgement that the translation of Lalli's chant is almost entirely due to the generosity of the Finnish speakers in the SSSS fandom. Thank you all. And before anyone asks how you can make a throwing-spear out of whalebone, that's whale-bAne.
Holy Lalli, I just adore how you describe everything. I wanna word like that. Also, I love that you described Reynir as "lissom." I didn't know that word but it's great.
Post by: corncobman on October 03, 2019, 11:25:10 PM
Trophy Cabinet With Prizes And Contaminants
His filing cabinet,
That way does he steer.
The man does admit
It's messy in here,
Just a little bit,
Then they all peer.
Whatever is in it...
What's this? Oh dear.
Covered souvenirs,
Full of dripping gore.
A shock most severe
Within there is stored.
Trinkets and knick-knacks
Hung up by bloody pegs.
If they don't come back
He'll collect their affects...
Not even are they cleaned,
Just racked up like trophies.
Frowning at the scene,
They stare at objects thieved.
Post by: corncobman on October 07, 2019, 01:05:23 AM
Needing Their Items, Stabbing With Them?
He'll need a personal item
To put in his storage,
From every one of them.
But Sigrun is outraged!
In an objection,
She rises up in a fire.
Pierced with possessions
To hang up in the armoire?
So that they can be stabbed?
Perish the very thought.
Is the sentinel mad?
No, so then why and what?
They're for the purpose of
Telling if and when they die.
These objects in observance,
Signs on which he'll keep an eye.
Post by: corncobman on October 08, 2019, 12:35:34 AM
On The Witch Hunt, Those Are Sufficient
Now go for collection,
Some items for him.
Lalli with an interjection,
Which is Onni's totem?
The sentinel asks "Who?"
Causing an angry outburst.
The last guy who came through!
Oh! He should've said that first.
"That one." he indicates,
It's still looking spotless.
The sight of which placates
As Onni hasn't caught death.
In one form or another,
Though it's been a while.
He's still alive out there,
In the forest lands hostile.
With a comb and hairband,
Those are good enough.
Whatever is on hand,
Counts as personal stuff?
Post by: corncobman on October 10, 2019, 12:12:07 AM
Very Dangerous Or Self-Injurious
With cat-totem, brooch and scissors,
All set with their things.
Come back here, visitors,
To avoid great suffering?
To retrieve their items
A good idea regardless.
But the squad leaving them
Isn't totally harmless?
He needs to have a chat
About their weapons.
Very dangerous that, but
It's needed, as it happens.
For a troll killing tool,
Lethality is valued.
But the sentinel's no fool,
Listen to him, you should.
Post by: corncobman on October 11, 2019, 02:39:31 AM
Super Sensory, Last Resort Weaponry
Better use it sparingly,
The noise'll make you not alive.
Shots would be fine ordinarily,
But there a nasty critter thrives.
Those woods there shelter
The creature 'Surma' christened.
From dozens of kilometers,
Able to find your position.
If they do have to blast
That thing, do not stay.
Change locations real fast,
It's already on its way.
"We'll... keep that in mind."
Mikkel says, unemotional.
Then everything's fine,
"Shoo now." says the sentinel.
Post by: corncobman on October 13, 2019, 10:45:49 PM
No Worry Embarking, Clear Territory Marking
The first couple of km,
They have nothing to worry.
He keeps it safe and trim,
They'll know the end of his territory.
So the group make their strides,
Deeper, they journey anew.
With the seagull as their guide,
Until the obvious clues.
The boundary line,
With markings well drawn.
You can't miss the sign,
This one's got bells on.
Post by: corncobman on October 14, 2019, 09:55:51 PM
Danger Out There? Stop And Stare
"Danger: bad creatures outside.
Please close gate after you."
A helpful sign. "'K thanks bye."
And then off the seagull flew.
They're on their own again,
She says to Lalli: "Lead the way!"
He has no reaction, then.
What's his expression on display?
To the most best leader's order,
The cat scout does not comply.
At the territory border,
His mage senses gone awry?
Post by: corncobman on October 18, 2019, 09:54:31 AM
Mad Lad Makes, Sudden Shakes
Setting forth hither,
A fell wind has blown?
Getting the shivers
For reasons unknown.
Sensed danger, did he?
Just felt anomalous.
The air felt creepy
And not dangerous.
Reflexes involuntary,
Unnerving quavers.
The feeling momentary,
Concerning behaviour.
It left him stunned,
Washed over like a wave.
Like something or someone
Walking over his grave.
-------------------------------
Pg 171
Weird Phenomenon, False Alarm Drawn
Does Lalli too sense,
How weird the air is?
Can't get his intents,
Is it not apparent?
But all of a sudden,
There is a change.
The man all a shudder,
Feeling most strange.
There can't be anything
Dangerous too close by.
Not worried looking,
Kitty is pacified.
They can keep going,
What's done is done.
No reason showing,
A false alarm everyone.
Post by: Jitter on October 20, 2019, 11:57:51 AM
This was in response to Róisín, who challenged ScottishNottish to write something cheery for change. Not related to any page in particular.
The troll under the table
Drinking song
You can fight and you can wrestle
You use your sword and you cause a hassle
When you lead we can swarm a castle
But can you drink a troll under the table?
You can smuggle yourself on ships
Your fylgja gives you some good tips
The powerful runes are in your grips
But can you drink a troll under the table?
You can run fast and hide and scout
Bad and loud noises may make you pout
From any tight spot you can get us out
But can you drink a troll under the table?
You make things go boom in the air
You have wonderful golden hair
Your hand is fast and your heart is fair
But can you drink a troll under the table?
You can mend us, our wounds you heal
You can’t really cook but we’ve learned to deal
You balance our team with your nerves of steel
But can you drink a troll under the table?
You are Grade B no mere amateur
You warn us by hissing and puffy fur
We can rest easy whenever you purr
But can you drink a troll under the table?
As a this team we stand or sink
Together we travel to Tuonela’s brink
But tonight we rest and we sing and drink
But first lets kill the troll under the table!
(I write one drinking song among many other pieces and it is the first to go to the archive here, of course :) )
Post by: Róisín on October 20, 2019, 05:55:17 PM
Post by: corncobman on October 21, 2019, 02:59:30 AM
Some Thing Caught The Eye, Same Path As The Guy
Over hills and dales
The group quietly wended.
Until they come to a trail,
A clearing of trees upended.
Lalli turns to view,
Interrupting their stomp.
Reynir's speed not reduced,
Chin meets head with a BOMP.
At least they know, well then,
They're on the same path as him.
The time better be well spent,
Or Sigrun will perhaps stab 'im.
Post by: corncobman on October 21, 2019, 10:44:40 PM
Savage At Heart, Had Her At Art
Carved animal hides,
Corpses, strung limbs.
Pulled taut like kites,
And chimes in the wind.
Cadavers in parts,
Deboned and skinned.
She likes this art,
A certain savagery twinned.
Beneath the grim sights,
Under the anatomy hoisted,
Making camp here for the night,
They don't have a choice.
Post by: Róisín on October 23, 2019, 05:57:55 AM
Suddenly the dog remembers.
Where a shaft of sunlight falls
Glinting on the water lying
Glittering through the empty halls.
She remembers kindly masters,
Human beings who held her dear.
Loving folk who brushed her gently,
Kept her safe from want and fear.
Humans like the one she hunted
Much against her own true will,
Through the schoolhouse, driven, haunted
By the mad desire to kill.......
Later that night the dog is dying
Remembering days of long before
When she'd race to meet the children
Spilling from the schoolhouse door.
Laughter in the soft rain falling
From a sky still full of light
Little hands that stroked and patted
Little arms that hugged her tight.
Death, come soon! Before the clearing
Gap in cloud can close again
While still echoes in her hearing
Children laughing in the rain.
The recent page, with its reminder of the ritual Lalli performed for the dogbeast, reminded me that way back then I wrote a poem for that poor dog. I never posted it at the time, both because of major difficulties with the posting process overall, and because I’m not even sure there was a poetry thread back then, though it must have started sometime therearound. So having found it again, I shall put it up here, several years late.
Post by: corncobman on October 24, 2019, 03:21:53 AM
Move Out Of The Scene? No, Drama Queen
Out of the slaughter scene's frame
Can they not at least move?
"Come on!" Emil exclaims,
But safety dad disapproves.
No, this is a good spot,
A camp there was laid.
No troll nests have they got,
And water, they have it made!
So get the poles and sheets and
Pitching the tents bespoke,
Blowing fire goes the Swede and
A brush goes black in strokes.
Off the Icelandic goes,
Making his signs attuned.
Just one tiny problem though,
Shoe prints make up the rune?
Post by: Jitter on October 24, 2019, 03:58:55 PM
Post by: Róisín on October 24, 2019, 10:45:22 PM
Post by: corncobman on October 24, 2019, 11:26:04 PM
Dashes Of Paint, Enlightened They Ain't
Loops round his boot,
His magic brush sweeps.
Camp edge grass roots,
With a dagger reaped.
Does Reynir have insight
To the lost's whereabouts?
As he takes a bite,
"Nope, not really." he spouts.
Does Lalli, the scout,
Have any more of a clue?
"I don't think so." he lets out,
Directionless are the two.
They're banking, he supposes,
On sensing his presence.
If they happen to be close,
Just blind luck in essence.
Post by: Adge on October 25, 2019, 09:23:15 PM
Post by: Róisín on October 26, 2019, 12:07:28 AM
And Corncobman, those are witty and clever.
Post by: corncobman on October 27, 2019, 11:08:23 PM
Better Than Nought, Under Watch By The Pot
This plan that they've got
Isn't the most solid sounding.
But it's better than nought,
Hopefully a trail can be found, eh?
Leaving camp spots as clues
To where he's been before,
Which the crew can then use
To track Onni furthermore.
The rest snore, sound and safe,
Under cape-blanket and tent.
Meanwhile the two debate
About their further movements.
A circle of loops and arrows,
To keep unwanted guests repelled.
A hand-painted simple macro,
With inherent hidden spells.
This discussion concludes
Under the watch of the night.
Within the ring they brood,
Protecting their camp site.
(Thanks Raisin, I mean Róisín)
Post by: MegaJar on October 28, 2019, 11:52:28 PM
Eyes of the Seagulls
(based on Survivor's Eye of the Tiger (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btPJPFnesV4))
Stationed out at the north gate.
Got my gulls, got my magic.
Had some outbreaks, now we're back on our feet.
I'm the mage who can help us survive.
So many times, it happens too fast.
You trade your free will for slavery.
Don't lose your soul, or I won't let you past.
I must fight just to keep us alive.
It's the eyes of the seagulls, it's the sentinel mage.
Risin' up to the challenge of a Kade.
And the last known attacker stalks his prey in the night.
But he's watched by a mage with the eyes...of the seagulls.
Post by: corncobman on October 29, 2019, 11:52:33 AM
Eyes Of Gulls And Crows, Vipers And Sparrows
Sentinel mages appointed
At each of the sections.
Their eyes can't be avoided,
Surrender to their inspection.
At the passage south-west,
The Eyes of sparrows.
With great stature blessed,
No-nonsense there goes.
To the passage south-east,
A joyful old rose.
Black birds there policed,
Stationed, Eyes of crows.
Of the westwards passage,
Eyes of vipers study.
This entryway managed,
By surveyors cold-blooded.
And last, the passage north,
The Eyes of gulls met.
Crazy eyes watching forth,
And a bell like a pet.
Post by: corncobman on October 30, 2019, 11:24:10 PM
Whole Lake System Covered, More Mages With Birds
The stations overview,
Strategic focuses.
By the settlements, to
The straits' openings.
Sentinels possessed,
A risk in occupation.
Safeguards kept abreast,
With familiars' observation.
The mages selected have
Strong bonds with their critters.
If the sentinels are defective,
The creatures' acts are considered.
Even more so an absence
Of familiars would be suspicious.
People could tell at once,
Signs of something malicious.
More mages trained, clearly
The council has clear proposals.
The whole lake system in theory
Would be safeguarded in total.
To have the skills they need
Would take several years time.
The gull-mage isn't worried,
It'll be 30 years 'til he resigns.
All that needs to be done until
The time he finally retires.
Is have someone with the skills
And experience that is desired.
Post by: Adge on November 01, 2019, 07:36:10 AM
Copenhagen, kingstead and seagate
Of the royal Danes, by rash-taint shent
To a troll haunting, yet treasure holds
In the dripping steads of the stink-brooks
And slime-clad ruins, rotting witnesses
In streets time-felled. Strays kin-bonded -
Cat guard-mother and kitten unweaned -
In a hole woning - a haven safe
From corrupted beasts and roaming foes -
In a long-shent school. But the lore-seekers
Camped not far off, cat-tank and bodies
Wash from rash-taint, for work preparing
Sigrun and Emil, their sye that school,
That wet, decayed, weather-ruined shell
Of the cats' dwelling, ken-hoards seeking
And riches unguessed. Reynir, callow-lad,
Yearning to be held a useful wight
To the group members, grasps the moment:
Tuuri skald-maid for tasks he begs,
Pesters for work, as she pores over
The reft volumes; riled and cunning
She inveigles the lad into leaving the van
And locks the door. His lesson grasped,
In cold sadness callow Reynir,
Mood-fallen lad, by Mikkel blamed
For risking taint of the rash sickness,
Is told to sleep, for tene are dreams
In the Silent World. Sad-hearted Reynir
Denies dreaming, but knowing Mikkel
Suades him all sleep with swevens is weft
Forgot at dawn. So good Reynir
His bed cosies to a better mood.
But the reiving pair a rough way trace
To the derelict school, doors and windows
Jammed with creepers and junk tumbled
From ceils and floors. Sigrun, wise-eyed,
Hard-handed thegn, to thump a hole
In the door offers, but Emil unfettled,
Eager to shine, a shoulder hurls
At the flimsy door - the floor halts him
On the shent panel. Unsure in schools
Sigrun war-maid assistance asks
Of her grounded thegn where the gradely reif
Likely is kept. Reluctant, Emil
Queries how safe is seeking wide
In an unkenned holt; canny troll-hunter
Sigrun sword-wise safety proclaims;
In so crap a stead creatures rash-marred
No protection find. So the two search
And unshroud a hoard, shelves of goodies:
Books for the skalds, and boxed plastic
Iridescent discs, that Emil kens
And clepes 'gramophones', clapping for delight
At the perfect find. But pattering hoofs
Of running deer interrupt scanning –
The band are smit with beast terrors.
Callow Emil cocks his weapon
But Sigrun wise, war-fettled maid,
His aim counters, the eyes of the deer
Unwemmed, taintless, well reveals them
Untouched by rash - then turns again
To see the meat safe to dine on
But late her thought as the leapers weave
A quick escape. Quiet in wain-home
Reynir dreaming drifts as a mage
To the waters cold, waking in sweven
On a skiff resting in the scaup's playground,
The main's fringes, mid frozen shores
And rocks iceclad. But a rogue visitor,
A doglike beast, doomed by the rash,
Climbs the gunwale of the galder-boat,
The mage-sea scow, scaring Reynir
Out of the wherry to the whale’s domain,
To the fearful deeps. Yet forth he wends
As the seal-realm's skin, unscathed by his heels
Bears Reynir's weight, well supporting
The mage dreamer. Merry he hirples
To the realm-shore, to the rock-gated path
Closing the sea-road. Clambering in
Reynir herd-mage his hound welcomes,
His fylgja greets, fondling, cuddling,
Watched by the sheep on the way forward
On the path unsought to a portal dern
Where shadows hint at a shore unknown
To Reynir's feet. Redeless, searching,
The sheep-lad threads the gateway's throat.
His way takes him to a water land
Willow-clad meres, that wading feet
Can pass wet-shod to a pool of quiet,
A water-holt, wound with a board-path.
There wise-eyed scout work-tired Lalli
Rests in slumber on a raft of planks.
Callow Reynir, courtesy lacking,
Wakens Lalli, welcome expecting,
Wrath answers him - roots and branches
Erupt from the pool and wrap the noita.
In an osier holt hiding from Reynir –
Lalli night-scout lurks in safety
While Reynir stunned reels from his anger
Lost in rejection, his lesson grasped,
In cold sorrow callow Reynir,
Mood-fallen lad, the mere crosses,
Wandering lost till a wall hits him
And Onni’s face - ominous vision –
Looms in anger and lugs Reynir
Through the barrier, misthinking the lad,
Callow, harmless, for a kade ill-willed,
To condemn swiftly to the dark beyond -
A fate merciless. But the feckless boy,
Reynir, startled, recognises
The face, treasured in a photo seen
In a sister's charge; he softs Onni,
Protective mage, of Tuuri speaks
Reassuring words of a shaping team
And a sister skald safe as can be
And happy in face, but hiraeth’s blain
May lurk within. Lalli mage-scout
Onni’s dream-realm entry granted
Denies fellowship with novice Reynir
Mannerless boy, mage untested,
Frommed stowaway, friendless weakling,
Defenceless seidh. But fearful sib
Canny Onni a cautious word
On his tongue framed, a tactful speech
Not unwelcoming to a new mage,
Seidh-guardian for a sister far
From a brother's care. Callow Reynir
Newness-fearful fades to waking
As cousin-mages recount their news
Acknowledging their need for links
Through the mundane and the mage worlds
That sele Reynir, seidhkarl clumsy
Should not be asked to open for them
For fear of It that for Onni noita
And scout Lalli scans incessantly,
Their only holt Onni’s mage-realm
Where Lalli scout his lair downsets
Safe till waking. Settled, Onni
Frains his cousin if friends he's found.
Post by: Róisín on November 01, 2019, 10:08:21 AM
Post by: corncobman on November 04, 2019, 09:28:30 PM
Suspended, Extruded, Upended And Rooted
Ramble on in file,
Making the hard yards.
It better be worthwhile
Through the graveyard of cars.
Open rooftops ripped,
Suspended and posed.
Roots and branches gripped,
Raising up as they grow.
For explanations over due,
Ever onward still going.
As they blindly continue,
Continue their following.
Post by: corncobman on November 08, 2019, 01:03:35 AM
When The Light Shines, Why The Trip Lines?
With the morning times,
Stretching up tall.
Finding trip lines,
Acorns and all.
Stretching to the canopy,
Down to waist-height.
Touching it gingerly,
Nothing happens, alright.
What does it do?
Unknown purposes.
Some kind of tool
To detect disturbances?
Not even Lalli has a clue
As to the wire uses.
If only he knew,
Even he can't deduce it.
The zig-zagg-ed wires left.
Go the cats and the humans.
Continue walking in footsteps,
For the ultimate reunion.
Post by: Nellie McEnt on November 09, 2019, 06:46:55 PM
Chapter 7 (part 1)
I love this??? Especially the use of the word "wight"??? Amazing
Post by: Keep Looking on November 09, 2019, 09:48:18 PM
With sunlight bright, the morning breaks
And slowly, yawning, sleepers wake
To wander far neath tree and star
To find the path the lost one takes
The path is marked with cone and string
Between the trees it slowly swings
To guide the way when light can’t stay
When eyes are closed and birds don’t sing
Yet where it leads and what it shows
The sleepers woken hardly know
Their great unrest, their lonely quest
To find the lost before he goes
Post by: Keep Looking on November 09, 2019, 09:49:41 PM
The old machines of times gone past
Now lie abandoned in the grass
Their engines stilled, their windshields pierced
With tree-trunks reaching tall and far
Past rusted car and winding stalk
The quiet searchers slowly walk
The dappled light shines through the leaves
As faces look, as pale as chalk
Post by: Keep Looking on November 09, 2019, 09:51:43 PM
The skulls hang high upon the tree
The campfire smoke drifts in the breeze
As two discuss what lies ahead
While three sleep sound beneath the leaves
The water still reflects the light
Of northern summer’s dusky night
A circle strong protects the five
From roaming troll and desperate fight
The future’s hope is hard to find
Yet no despair shall cross their minds
To follow now the roaming trail
Of what the lost mage left behind
Post by: Keep Looking on November 09, 2019, 09:53:06 PM
We’ll camp here for the night - it’s safe
From nests and raving trolls
So set up tent and light the fire
Paint runes in circles whole
Don’t fear the skulls that perch up high
The scenes of slaughter past
The blood that stains, the skins that stretch
From branch to leafless branch
The dead will bring no harm to you
Their bite can touch you none
So sleep beneath the skins and skulls
Til dawn and day do come
Post by: corncobman on November 11, 2019, 10:58:03 PM
Aicraft Apart, Cars Bent, From The Start To The End
Stopping and starting,
As long as it takes.
Their journey charting,
Camping their breaks.
Following the twine,
Still it zig-zags.
With acorns lined
As some kind of flag.
Among trees, in their path,
Large remnants regarded.
Wreckage of an aircraft,
And vehicle carcasses.
Ever onward, follow through,
By the trail unguarded.
To the end they must pursue,
Now that they've started.
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Pg 182
Flesh And Metal Stick, To Make You Go 'Ick'
Single file, single mind,
To the path they're stickin'.
The cat looks behind,
At the wreckage stricken.
Vehicle chassis lined with
Something crimson and slick.
Flesh and metal combined,
The sights make you sick.
Of the dangers reminded,
This ain't a garden picnic.
There crossroads they find,
Which direction do they pick?
Post by: Keep Looking on November 12, 2019, 05:46:41 AM
Once, I ruled the sky with shining wings
Through clouds bright white, o’er sea and birds that sing
Now, I lie abandoned in the grass
My hull corrodes in e’er increasing rings
Trav’lers passing, mark me as you go
I’ve lain here long, through sun and storm and snow
Skies above, a distant memory
Long lost with plague and time’s unceasing flow
Post by: Keep Looking on November 12, 2019, 05:48:54 AM
I kept my eyes upon the road ahead
I fled the city full of plague and death
My shoulder itched, I gripped the wheel instead
I drove past trees that cleared my every breath
The itch means nothing.
The itch could be anything.
I felt a creeping soreness in my chest
I watched my petrol slowly running low
My breathing harsh, I pulled aside to rest
I felt my rib cage strain with every blow
This pain means nothing.
This pain could be anything.
I heard the voices calling in my head
I tried to push them back, to let them go
My eyes remained trained on the road ahead
I strained, but they would never let me go
These voices mean nothing.
These voices could be anything.
I felt my rib cage slowly crack, expand
I heard my breath grow ragged, ever slow
My life was pain, my hands began to shake
I could not think, the voices whispered low
I’m turning into nothing.
I’m turning into anything.
I call you, save me, take the pain away
I beg you, share it, feel my pain as well
My eyes are dark, I hide from light of day
I only feel my pain, it grows and swells
I’m waiting here for nothing.
I’m waiting here for anything.
Post by: corncobman on November 14, 2019, 01:37:30 AM
Elementary, Barrier To Entry
They can follow the guidance
Of the decorated twine.
A clue it provides thus,
Of paths Onni declined.
These he did fence off
So from his observations,
The direction he went off
Must in the configuration.
But in his explanation,
He's interrupted by creaks.
Trolls hidden by transportation
Are waking up as he speaks.
More than they can chew,
It appears that they've bitten.
As jagged limbs stretch into view,
Fear in kitty's face is written.
Post by: corncobman on November 14, 2019, 11:54:26 PM
Crawling Chevrolet, Sigrun Knows A Way
Spring in to action,
Calling "Go go go!"
The thing is in traction,
It's really, really slow...
It creaks as it crawls,
Chasing far from speedily.
Don't even need to run at all,
They escape it easily.
However, Emil's sure
Eventually it'll catch.
The monster vehicular,
Will soon meet its match!
Sigrun knows of a way,
Dare the fleeing squad try it?
Which manner to slay,
Is the method well quiet?
Post by: Keep Looking on November 15, 2019, 10:45:07 PM
The crossroad stands, its pathways marred
With fallen tree and rusted car
Which way to go? The string will show
The road to follow, wand’ring far
But hurry now - a monster wakes
From lonely slumber, painful wait
Its car-shell cracks, it finds the track
So find your path, increase your gait
It’s time to flee - or stay and fight
But rifle-shot in forest might
A peril wake that few can take
The sharp-eared Surma, fast in flight
Post by: Keep Looking on November 15, 2019, 10:49:10 PM
Get up! Don’t pause! Just go, go, go!
The car-troll’s in pursuit
But lo! It goes a’creaking, slow
Perhaps we’ll follow suit
There’s no more need to run so fast
Its pace is like a snail
But its pursuit will surely last
Alas - it has our trail
So how to rid us of this troll?
Our Sigrun knows the way
If nothing’s done, we’ll pay the toll
So Sigrun, plan away!
Post by: corncobman on November 18, 2019, 11:00:02 PM
Quietly Can With A Cunning Plan
She put on her thinking cap,
So dig out the axe.
They'll prepare a trap,
To stop it in its tracks.
All quiet and neat,
In a clever stroke.
With sticks they'll defeat
This little slowpoke.
Luring the crawler
Through a narrow space.
"Comsie, comsie!" she hollers,
With a smile on her face.
Ever closer it edged,
It can no longer waddle.
Between two trees wedged,
Next the sticks horizontal.
The farmer with his might,
With an almighty THWAK!
It will be held tight,
With another stick in the back.
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Pg 186
Clamped Car, Anti-roll Bars
Cross poles duly set,
Now firmly pinned.
No longer a threat,
Creature encased in tin.
Appendages dangle,
Despite its efforts.
At a harmless angle
Is Robert Dead-Ford.
"Enjoy your new spot!"
She taunts on her conquest.
Great victory brought,
By the mistress most best.
With Trollvo immobilised,
And her triumphant whoop.
Walking away satisfied,
For near inexhaustible soup...
Woken up more than one,
Crawling on the horizon.
They thought they were done,
Coming without them realising.
Post by: Keep Looking on November 19, 2019, 05:26:26 AM
I see my prey between the trees
It’s calling out, it calls to me
I come! I drag my flesh and shell
In ever-bloody symphony
Feed me, share me, ease my pain
My blood has drenched this earth like rain
I see you there, you stand ahead
Don’t move, don’t leave, come back again
Between the trees I slowly crawl
I’m nearly there, not far at all
But lo! A thrust, a branch to block
My way, like some inpen’trable wall
Don’t leave me here, don’t make me stay!
My precious food, my fleeing prey
I need you, want you, call to you
I beg you, please, don’t go away
Post by: corncobman on November 20, 2019, 04:41:11 AM
Trollyota (based on Tom Sawyer by Rush)
A multi-leg crawler
Slow, slow stride
Today's Trollyota
Slow, slow ride
Poles to bind, its detriment
Don't use our bombs or armaments
Vehicle serves a giant's defence
Hiding out 'til food is sensed
It slithers
Taunt the thing about its gluttony
Taunt the thing in its entirety
Can't resist - keep it fixed
Trap with trickery - cross the sticks
Its urges, its urges
Dumb and blind it creeps
Comsie, as it's dead inside
Today's Trollyota
We just stuck on you
This place it remains
We just snuck on you
Sticks confined, impediment
In that spot, most excellent
All immobile, it's evident
Its new abode is now permanent
So painless
Taunt the thing about its gluttony
Taunt the thing in its entirety
Catch the witless - used our wits
Trapped in minutes - there it sits
Its urges, its urges
Dumb and blind it weeps
Zombie, as it's dead inside
Exit the warrior
Today's Trollyota
Say bye, bye to you
Stay here enemy okay
We get right on to
The candles of today
Post by: corncobman on November 21, 2019, 02:16:36 AM
Pleased As Punch, Coming Another Bunch
Another camp, another day.
Emil's none too thrilled.
Staring at the way,
Another animal was killed.
They'd really like to know
The reason for the lines nutty.
It's not the way he didn't go,
The motivation remains muddy.
It's obviously not the path,
Though he went there nonetheless.
So whatever reason he did have,
For this marking of progress?
A bunch on that side too,
See? There he did wind them.
I guess they'll have to try to
Ask him when they find him.
Drawn another pictograph.
A man stands, chuffed to bits.
Just as well he honed his craft,
More vehicles are in transit.
Post by: corncobman on November 21, 2019, 11:55:49 PM
Sheep Tending Examples, Preventing Sleep-Tramples
The finished production
Over which he slaved,
What is the function
Intended of the stave?
It's based on a design
That was directing sheep.
This he then redefined
To stop treading as they sleep.
The creature's subconscious
It suggests to steer clear.
The thing then wants thus
To move around the sphere.
Protection won't be offered
In case they are detected.
Only aimless wanderers,
If any, will be redirected.
Post by: Keep Looking on November 23, 2019, 07:05:25 AM
The stave drawn dark calls out to wand’rers far
Heed not the campfire smoke that rises slow
The voices loud that laugh beneath the stars
Will call you not, so pass them as you go
But hunters swift are not like aimless sheep
No gentle misdirection will they heed
Don’t fall too deeply into night’s sweet sleep
Lest ear betray you in your hour of need
Post by: corncobman on November 25, 2019, 05:24:03 AM
On Its Own Breaking? No Prisoners Are They Taking
They just have to remain
Unnoticed by what lurks,
Having food on the brain,
Blissfully unaware mercs.
Suddenly, while eating,
Detects out of the blue.
While noisily creaking,
It rumbles into view.
Did it break free on its own?
Suggesting to kill it now.
The danger well under blown,
Will circumstances allow?
This job they're completing
The entire way through.
Their tactics repeating,
Can they catch twenty too?
Post by: corncobman on November 26, 2019, 02:58:35 AM
Tanker Treads, Shock And Dread
Cracking their eye line,
The troll comes a crawling.
Another one rolls behind,
The spectacle is galling.
Faces of shock and surprise,
It's not part of the plan.
Not accounted for the size,
Of a moving tanker grand.
Check the mask for leaks,
Prepare fight or flight.
For any number of freaks
They're in for a long night.
Post by: Keep Looking on November 27, 2019, 08:33:27 AM
It comes a’creaking down the track
From branchy prison, swiftly cracked
The metal shell upon it stacked
Still weighs it down, it bends and clacks.
Oh, great. The car-troll’s back
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Adventure 2, Page 190
The car-troll freed crawls slowly forward
On roads where once its engines roared
The searchers five who stand, alive
A sagging shell it drags toward
But lo! Behind it, something creaks
The car-troll brings a vict’ry sweet
A behemoth that looms above
The road, with tank and reaching feet
The confidence of easy fights
Is shattered as they see the light
What sword can fight this looming might
What trap could hold it through the night?
Post by: corncobman on November 28, 2019, 01:19:43 AM
The Stave Will Fail, They Must Turn Tail!
Stares at the circle does Mikkel,
Not in expectation, but hope.
Its effectiveness is nil,
The Icelandic man says nope!
No, it's not going to work,
It clearly already knows.
Run run run, you jerks,
Right for them it goes!
Ere they all be depressed
By the giant tank bulldozer,
They must make hasty egress
As the thing gets ever closer.
Post by: Keep Looking on November 28, 2019, 07:49:45 AM
My head is full of shadow
Of darkness and shadow and bone
But deep beneath the shadow
A voice has just made itself known
It says to pass this place by
As you walk down your long lonely road
Don’t search for prey or saviours
None here can help lighten your load
Its voice is young and hopeful
Like voices that I used to know
Yet quiet - it’s far too quiet
It can’t draw me, for hunting I go
Post by: corncobman on November 28, 2019, 11:04:24 PM
Complacency Evaporated, Suddenly Accelerated
It's also really slow?!
At least, it seemed.
Is it really, though?
It rapidly gained steam.
More than first appeared,
A shock attack most extreme.
For them it speared,
The legged tanker of cream.
It's bulk masks its speed,
Making a nasty surprise.
A blitzing milkipede,
Lunging as it flies.
On an offensive slide,
Scraping sounds - too near.
Scatter to all sides,
To escape or be a smear.
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Muscles Swole, Tank Controls
You think me as slow?
You'll soon know the score.
Come and have a go,
I'll show you what for!
My limbs only sting.
My heart no longer bleeds.
My mind thinks of one thing.
My mouth longs to feed.
My muscles flex compressed.
My bones and flesh freed.
I'm a demon possessed.
I'm driven at speed.
Did I sell it well?
My power is true.
As I am self-propelled
And I'm coming for you.
Post by: Adge on December 01, 2019, 04:29:52 PM
Their only holt Onni’s mage-realm
Where Lalli scout his lair downsets
Safe till waking. Settled, Onni
Frains his cousin if friends he's found;
Lalli replies, lone-scout utters,
Wonders aloud if one he knows
Answering as friend. Emil callow
In the dripping ways and wemmed passages
Of the weed-cloaked school, a scamper hears
Past the ginnel's end. Garred by Sigrun,
War-shame fearing, he wends forward,
Where steps downwards in a dank stavel
Reveal Emil to a vile hound-beast,
Its life corrupted by rash-doom curse.
The dog-shaped lich limps to the stair end
As mild Emil mercy prepares,
Sights his weapon at the warg's brainpan;
His gun targets at the ghastly skull.
But the rash-corrupted runs suddenly
And the shot-burst fails, the form thirling
But no lifestead by lead is pierced.
The scotched hound-beast halts and crouches
Its chine opens from chaps to tail,
Spider-limbs unwrap, expand, their sweeps
Shredding the hide of the horror's back
Skinning the pate of the pitiful beast
Its fell hanging in folds and tatters.
The lich-beast hunts, the hound-beast runs,
Coursing Emil, callow reiver,
Through dank corridors, dangerous ways,
To a soft corner, its ceiling rent
Where clean sunbeams reclaim a space
A memory brought from a brighter time
And a holier world. The hound rash-marred
Pursues Emil to the seige of hope,
Checks in the light, its chase leaving
For a far memory of a master's home
Of a family life; by love heart-stirred
It sidles away. Sword-fettled maid
Sigrun, puzzled, observes a cat
Wandering the hall, a wounded queen,
Her children's hope; the chance mistells
Quick-wrathed Sigrun, sword-minded wight.
She calls Emil coward, stupid
Moggy-fleeing fool. The mother-queen,
Yare guardian of her young kindle
The heart touches of the hild-mighty
Sigrun hearth-ward; she hefts the dam
Stowing her safe in her stash of reaf
While cautious wight, canny Emil,
Her domain checks - but death has come
With cold drowning to the kittens' lair;
In the safeless holt a single life,
One babe alone, weak and bone-chilled,
To life still clings. Clasped in his arms
Hend brand-singer, heart-wise Emil
The drenched catling dries with his hands,
As the crew return to the team's crawler.
The kitten cuddles in the cat-tank holt
But the mother cat, to Mikkel lent,
Too harsh her wounds for healing skill,
So Mikkel wise mercy shows her -
Release from pain and a light crossing
To her other kits. Emil and Sigrun,
In tene falling, protest the deed,
But wise Mikkel, war-fettled healer,
The grace explains, deploring the need
But judges frith and freedom best
For such hurting. The sele kitten:
Milk and warming and Mikkel's care
Help her quickly to health and voice;
Stealing the hearts of the whole friendship
Of the cat-tank folk. Callow Emil
His heart-mood dark with the dam's passing,
And Lalli mage, loyal noita,
A cairn upbuild for the cat mother
Honouring her courage. Emil, grieving,
A movement sees, a meek limping,
In the dark court; the dog rash-beast
From the drowned lair has dragged its woe
To Emil’s feet, enemy and friend,
A far memory of a merrier time,
Of a shent home, of shared delight
With a loved master. Lief-quick Emil
Mercy dealing to a marred foe
A single stab with precise knife
Releases his comrade from the lich-death curse.
Post by: corncobman on December 02, 2019, 03:19:02 AM
Stopped Tank Of Moo-Juice, Everyone To The Woods
The smoke and dust settles,
It stopped moving, holy mackerel!
From the hulking beast of metal
They make an escape lateral.
Creaking, shaking from the strain,
Remaining eerily still.
There's no reason to remain
And be semi-skimmed road-kill.
A low humming phenomena
Emanates around as it stood.
Before it regains its stamina,
Everyone get into the woods!
Post by: Keep Looking on December 02, 2019, 07:03:43 AM
It charges down the battered track
A tree - full grown - adorns its back
No time to plan, flee if you can
Lest eye and mind and voice turn black
But where to go, and where to hide?
The water still and woods beside
The road proves hard for tank and car
A hope of shelter they provide
So flee from long and winding road
To branch and hill and sheltered grove
Where thick-laid trees may give us ease
Don’t wait! Into the woods we go!
Post by: corncobman on December 02, 2019, 10:01:19 PM
To The Woods Taking Off, Could They Shake It Off?
To the trees they can bail,
Where it will get stuck.
They can shake it off their tail,
Hopefully, this milk truck.
It continues like a crab,
Even towards the trees.
Its limbs wrap and grab,
Timber trunks hooked and seized.
Cracking under stresses,
The grinding mighty brute.
Milk infused power flexes,
To topple and uproot.
Doubtful they could stand,
Clearly they can't endure.
The escape to the woodland,
After all, might not be so sure.
Post by: Keep Looking on December 03, 2019, 08:52:34 AM
In green-lit glen the tall trunks stand
A monument to time and land
For decades long they’ve grown up strong
Untouched by blade or human hand
But lo! A rumble, coming far
Yet swift approaching - tank and car
Come near this place, their prey to chase
And soon the tall tree-trunks to mar
A scream, a shout, a footstep swift
A twisted claw from tanker lifts
The trunks it bends to reach its ends
In green-lit glen, a jagged rift
In green-lit glen the tall trunks stood
Yet stand no longer as they should
For forces great have come to break
The root and trunk in leafy wood
Post by: corncobman on December 04, 2019, 02:39:19 AM
Milky Truck-A-Crawler (based on Whiskey Rock-a-Roller by Lynyrd Skynyrd)
I'm woken 'round year ninety, got a nutcase in my eye
Loud flies buzzin' over my head, I got a two-percent supply
I'm goin' down to woodland now to prey on you - hello!
I catch the people all unprepared 'cause my bones are all ready to grow
Well, I'm a milky truck-a-crawler
That's what I am
Hidin', stalkin', attackin', devourin'
Is all I understand
I was borne from dairy man and my feet do stomp the ground
I'm condensed from essence and juice and completely shuffled around
I got hundreds o' bones or more in this tanker I call home
The only time I'm satisfied is when I'm buildin' my bones
Sometimes I wonder where food will go
So I can take my milky truck an' roll
Take me down to breakfast now, raw power get me there
I got me too greedy, I got my food all running scared
Each time they think I'm a lag and surprises coming abound
Plenty of time to skim but alas, some trees need taking down
Well, I'm a milky truck-a-crawler
That's what I am
Hidin', stalkin', attackin', devourin'
Is all I understand
Sometimes I wonder where food will go
So I can take my milky truck an' roll
Post by: corncobman on December 04, 2019, 11:23:09 PM
Failing Scheme, Soon To Be Creamed
Stopped by two trees
A timber fusillade.
Knocking over Lalli,
Who then feels its weight.
The trees went sailing.
Is this thing serious?
If one had impaled them
It would be very injurious.
An escape not so swift,
A strategy ill-suited.
As they struggle to lift
The crushing log uprooted.
They must move the trestle,
The wooden mast is pressing.
A mass of claws and metal,
The dawdlers distressing.
Still they try to wrestle
The squashing sideways column.
The limbs and tin vessel
Bearing down on the fallen.
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I'm safely within
My fortress of wheels
Encased in tin
No mercy do I feel
In my insulated abode
Safe from light that burns
Off the beaten road
The world I'll overturn
My hunger climbs
My instincts too strong
You dodged that time
But you can't dodge too long
Escape me, you can't
Beaten by timbers hewn
Make all your plans
I'll get you all soon
Watch the havoc I wreak
My claws are itchy
Their bones are weak
Their flesh is squishy
Tree trunks I juggle
The power in me courses
Stop your futile struggles
Come to me my morsels
Post by: corncobman on December 05, 2019, 10:30:29 PM
Bullets Fly, He'll Have A Try
They have to take it down,
Sound is no longer a factor.
It's made so much noise just now,
If they make more, it won't matter.
Mikkel tends to agree, but,
Before he can finish his thoughts-
The sudden gunfire undercuts,
Sigrun lets off all her shots.
Bullets ping off and ricochet,
With lacking efficacy.
Lowering her gun in dismay,
Looking empty is she.
They'd need something superior,
Mikkel started to explain,
To deal damage to its interior
So remarks the canny Dane.
Hence to that effect,
Their weapons will do jack.
The nervous Swede interjects,
He's going to have a crack.
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The Tank's Too Strong (based on the Man's Too Strong by Dire Straits)
I'm just a Swedish cleanser boy and all the fire I want to spray
And I've called the boom to many a torching session
Now they say the bullet hurt's minimal and weak for it okay
Just let me use my profession
I am civilised snobbery, salt of the earth
I was born into money, I have to prove my worth
Smitten with property and coasted on my looks
Imagined luxury, I did burn all the books
And I can explode the tanker and I can play my song
The tank's too big, the tank's too strong
Well I have tried to be meek and I have tried to be mild
But I spat like a woman and I sulked like a child
I have lived behind walls, that have made me alone
Striven for peace, which I never have known
And I can explode the tanker and I can play my song
The tank's too big, the tank's too strong
Well the cars rose on the courtyard and they all came out to play
We tried to keep one rooted but some more came anyway
You may have got your bullets but I am baptised in my fire
No longer need the silence and grenades are my desire
Fireworks satisfy me, don't let me be wrong
The tank's too big, the tank's too strong
Post by: corncobman on December 08, 2019, 11:38:41 PM
Keep It Distracted, For Emil To Blast It
If he can get an explosive
Inside the metal shell,
It'll get absolutely shredded
And get blown up all to hell.
He just needs them all to keep it
Distracted for his plan's success.
To action stations leaping,
Sigrun and Lalli, in obliviousness.
"This way, big guy!" pulling aggro,
The pair running interference.
That's right, turn nice and slow.
Good boy. Squash us. Can you hear us?
While it wheels round its turning circle,
The Swede reaches the tanker rear.
To drop the bomb in its internals,
Let's hope he has time getting clear...
Post by: corncobman on December 09, 2019, 10:52:19 PM
Jump On The Rungs, Ignoring Her Lungs
As Emil grabs the rungs,
There's a cause for concern.
It's ignoring Sigrun's tongue,
It veers off on a turn.
What are you doing now?
Why crawl in that direction?
The tanker of the cow
Is ignoring her objections.
Has the giant had its fill?
Is it fleeing through the boulders?
Climbing onto the rocky hills
The Swede a sneaky backdoor holder.
Something caused this effect,
Scrambling from the pair.
Did the creature detect
The danger on its derrière?
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Surma Claws Is Coming To Town
(based on Santa Claus is Coming To Town
lyrics by John Frederick Coots and Haven Gillespie)
You better watch out
You better not cry
You cannot be loud
I'm telling you why
Surma Claws is coming to town.
It's gonna come pissed
Take my advice
It's gonna find out
Who's the outdoor voice type
Surma Claws is coming to town.
It knows where you are screaming
It knows where silence breaks
It knows where you are when you shoot
So don't shoot for goodness sake.
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not shout
Or else you will die
'Cause Surma Claws is coming to town.
Oh let's go!
It knows where you are screaming
It knows where silence breaks
It knows where you are when you shoot
So don't shoot for goodness sake.
It knows where you are screaming
Your bombs don't detonate
It knows where you are when you shoot
So don't shoot for goodness sake.
You better not shout
You better not cry
You cannot be loud
I'm telling you why
Surma Claws is coming to town.
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not shout
Or else you will die
Surma Claws is coming to town.
I mean the big titan with sensitive ears
Is coming to town
Post by: corncobman on December 12, 2019, 01:38:05 AM
Pushing With A KRONG, Crashing Headlong
Pushing off the rocks,
Shifting its great mass.
They stand there in shock,
Run before they're smashed.
The milk tanker stunting,
Raising up in obliqueness.
Like single lion hunting,
Sensing some weakness.
Too close, courting disaster,
Within a stone's throw.
The feline mage master
Looking a little too slow...
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Roller Crashing, Boulder Dashing
Toying with danger, with a lack of fear.
Greatly misplaced, changes the complexion.
Weaknesses detected, motives unclear.
Switches in pace and too in direction.
Stretching black limbs, leveraging its weight.
Explosive power latent, predatory.
Striking out in a crushing mass of hate
Preying on their sense of security.
Momentary lapsing, rooted on the spot.
Savage, slyly spring from the rocky stair.
Delayed reactions, ere they catch their thoughts.
Rattled psyches attempt to flee the snare.
Already caught out, quick to take the bait.
A little too slow, a little too late.
Post by: corncobman on December 12, 2019, 10:00:44 PM
Tanker Troll In A Barrel Roll
Into a waterway nearby
They all make a dive.
As they desperately try
To find any way to survive.
The giant quickly follows
With an almighty splash.
Buffeting in its throes,
Spinning, its waves thrash.
In a chaotic roll of death,
The churning troll tanker.
The Swede with bated breath,
Still on the rungs anchored.
The passenger in spite,
A hitched riding observer.
Hanging on for dear life,
Inverted topsy-turvy.
Post by: corncobman on December 16, 2019, 02:01:58 AM
Covered In Algae, Lalli Can't Be Seen
With the limbs still trashing,
The tanker spirals in a swirl.
The waves still crashing,
Around the cylinder they curl.
Emerging from the algae,
Sigrun most dishevelled.
But where, oh where, is Lalli?
Has the man been levelled?
"I LOST THE LITTLE GUY!"
She hollers over, frantic.
"I saw him jump away"
His absence causing panic.
"From the tanker" she says
"Somewhere over here."
The scouter's reappearance delay
Giving rise to deeper fears.
So the pair proceed to dredge
The murky, swampy stream.
Diving feetfirst to the riverbed,
A Reynir and cat rescue team.
Post by: corncobman on December 16, 2019, 09:21:37 PM
Found The Magician, In Prime Position
Through the swamp lilies
Reynir boldly wades.
With kitty involuntarily,
Unknowingly giving aid.
Held by the scruff, hoisted,
Watching for body signals.
The lost mage pinpointed
By how clearly she wiggles.
The fearless shepherd dives,
No thought for his own safety.
Disgruntled but alive,
Successful is the braidy.
By his arms upwardly held,
Closed his eyes, held his breath.
There's no sure way to tell
How close he was to death...
For Emil's worthy goal,
His position's a prime one.
Now that he's regained control,
He starts upwardly climbin'.
Only one thing outstanding,
With the rescue complete.
Some charges need planting
For explosions and heat.
--------------------------------
Baba O'Riley by the Who (with a few small changes)
Out here in the fields
A monster on wheels
It broke my back with trees a-splitting
So set it alight
Approved that's right
Now the Swede is not forbidden
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ye-ah
Don't cry
We've found the guy
He's only holding breath, ma'am
Lalli take my hand
We're gonna get on land
He'll light a fire
And then it's gonna smoulder
The fire service is here
Some cracking bombs are near
Let's burn whatever
Before it gets much closer
Perished milk man
It's only perished milk man
Perished milk man
Oh yeah
Perished milk man
Burninate it!
Post by: corncobman on December 18, 2019, 10:46:31 PM
The Heart-throb Encounters A Blob
The summit reached,
Approaching the hatch.
Preparing to breach
And set off the match.
Hammering the gap
To pop open the top.
Hold the handle of the cap
For a shell to be dropped.
Hatefully glare.
In a powerful squat.
Uh oh - despair!
A bright red bulging clot!
A scarlet blob blooms
Inflated as it raised.
What made you assume
There was any free space?
An unexpected growth needs
An inpromptu change of plans.
Soon too for the Swede,
A needed change of pants.
Post by: corncobman on December 19, 2019, 11:06:49 PM
Abcess Lanced And Spurted, Armaments Hand Inserted
Survival paramount.
Quickness in mind.
The abscess he pounds
In a panic blind.
No time to be lost,
He whips out his pistol.
Readying it like a boss
Swift execution judicial.
With a bloody backwash
The crimson boil pops.
Meaty viscera sloshed
All over the fair sop.
With a rapid 'SHLORP!'
The grenade's enmeshed.
From the living corpse
He's got his pound of flesh.
Cartridge well deployed,
He forces it back shut.
Bye milkipede, enjoy
An explosive up the butt!
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Splash (based on Flash by Queen)
Splash! A-ah!
Savior with his fireworks
Splash! A-ah!
He's brave with a face of guts
Splash! A-ah!
He's adorable
Splash! A-ah!
King of the impossible
He's gory on the zombie bus
Stand for every one of us
He saves with a mighty hand
Every man
Every woman
Every child
It's the timely Splash
Splash! A-ah!
Splash! A-ah!
He'll save every one of us
Just a man with a man's courage
You know he's nothing but a man
And he was never scared
No one but the pure at heart
May find the Golden Hair
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Splash!
Post by: Keep Looking on December 22, 2019, 08:52:24 PM
There’s a certain kind of spin
In his bloodstain-spattered grin
And the tank all stuffed with bombs he leaves behind
Hearts a’pounding, they must go
Lest they’re left too close to know
What the boom of Emil’s bombs will let them find
Oh, his plan was pretty mad
But perhaps it wasn’t bad
If it finally defeats their looming foe
So just slide right off that tank
To the woods we now must take
‘Cause the tanker troll is right about to blow!
Post by: corncobman on December 22, 2019, 10:33:41 PM
It'll be Shredded, Hurry And Leg It
"I did it!" Emil shouts,
"I planted the explosive."
Then let's not hang about,
Something's gonna give.
With look of pure joy,
His glee unadulterated.
That's not a normal boy,
With his almonds activated.
It's going to get shredded!
Let the fireworks soon rain.
The blast of the fair headed
Will never be contained.
Down the ladder he slides,
The Swede's task is done.
Active ingredient's applied
"Let's go go go!" As he runs.
Out of shot, now he sprints,
Energised as it heats up.
Despite the dropped hints,
They struggle to keep up.
When the bomb expert goes
Running off very fast,
Everyone better all follow
Or get caught in the blast.
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All I Want For Christmas Is Boom
(based on All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey)
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the peasants
Underneath the grizzled trees
I just want the things ka-blown
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is boom, yeah
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need (And I)
Don't care about the peasants
Underneath the grizzled trees
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace (Ah)
Safety laws don't make me happy
Bombs ahoy on Christmas Day
I just want the things ka-blown (Ooh)
More than you could ever know (Ooh)
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is boom
Boom, baby
Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow (And I)
I'm not gonna keep on waiting
For the fuse that's gonna blow
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick (Ah)
I will only stay awake
To hear those magic 'splosives tick
'Cause I just want the fire tonight (Ooh)
Lighting up the quiet sky (Ooh)
What more can I do?
Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is boom
Boom, baby
Oh, all the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere (So brightly, baby)
And the sound of monsters
After fills the air (Oh, oh yeah)
And everyone is blinking (Oh yeah)
I hear those ears a-ringing (Oh)
Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need? (Yeah, oh, oh)
So the Swede isn't crazy, you see
Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for (Ah)
I just wanna see my grenades
Knocking down the walls and doors
Oh, I just want the things ka-blown (Ooh)
More than you could ever know (Ooh)
Make my wish come true
Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is boom
Boom, baby
All I want for Christmas is boom, baby (Boom)
All I want for Christmas is boom, baby (Ah, oh, ah, oh)
All I want for Christmas is boom, baby (Boom)
All I want for Christmas is boom, baby (All I really want, baby, ooh)
All I want for Christmas is boom, baby (All I want, all I really want is boom)
Post by: corncobman on December 23, 2019, 09:47:33 PM
Swede Over Baked, Blood Covered, Caked
It's still coming for them
No, it's doomed to die.
Due to trauma suffered then
It'll be duly drained dry.
Sustained fatal injuries
In the soft inner portions.
Bubble and pop go arteries
From burst internal organs.
Onto life it might cling
For a mere moment still,
But that wound is bleeding,
It'll be a delayed kill.
Let them return to the path,
It will give up pursuit soon.
A vital instuction he'll have
For the man not immune.
Telling Reynir to be giving
The Swede spattered some width.
If he wants to keep living,
Keep away from the filth.
Very far from untouched,
Emil walking while dazed.
The excitement too much,
His eyes vacuously gaze.
Off his adrenaline high,
Emil's covered in fluids.
Just now caught his eye,
His hair and clothes ruined.
Just now realised, he's
Caked in vile biomass.
To get all sterilised, he'll
Have to take many baths...
Post by: Keep Looking on December 23, 2019, 11:53:55 PM
The troll, now hurt, proceeds to crawl
Has it been killed or stopped at all?
Was all our effort just in vain
To conquer one that can’t be stalled?
Keep hope! For lo, without a doubt
This mortal wound will bleed it out
The troll may cling to life for now
But soon that life will flicker out
The price of vic’try, thick and red
Is dripping slow from Emil’s head
His gleeful grin is flipped around
As gore-stains fill his heart with dread
Post by: Keep Looking on December 26, 2019, 10:55:40 PM
Your golden hair is full of ick and gore
The manic smile has faded from your face
Oh messy Swede, I never asked for more
Yet still you came here to this perilous place
So I will wait and watch you splash and flail
To wash the blood from hair that’s golden-pale
I tried to come here silent and alone
To face my fate and save what I have left
You did not heed my warning, caref’lly shown
You would not let our little group be cleft
So I suppose you’ll be here till the end
My loud and messy, golden Swedish friend
Post by: corncobman on December 26, 2019, 11:20:39 PM
Head's In No Condition, Head On For Collisions
No longer so nutty,
Down from his daydream.
He knows that he's bloody,
Dives into the stream.
Watching on, cat-buddy,
As he reacts most extreme.
Stares in silent study,
While he regains self-esteem.
Cleaning off the goo,
His head clarified.
Conditioner and shampoo
For the Swede horrified!
The hours are too few
For cleansing intensified.
He'll have to make do
And to set it aside.
They return on track,
The embattled squad.
With a fractured back
The tanker roughshod.
Slowly it treads,
With another lined up.
Coming to a head,
For a traffic pile up.
Post by: Keep Looking on December 29, 2019, 10:21:24 PM
Twisted guts are torn in two.
Wasn’t this already through?
Blood seeps out the cracks.
Once, it stretched and flexed and grew
Voices loud were pushing through.
Lumps along its back.
Now it weakens, used and drained
Tears and cuts and blood again.
Life will not come back.
Life’s a loop with ends and starts,
Torn and shattered minds and hearts.
Pain and creeping black.
Post by: corncobman on December 29, 2019, 10:47:15 PM
Depressing Matter, Aggression Shattered
Crippled beyond repair
Under a lot of stress.
The car sideswiped unaware
And became very depressed.
With the two car trolls
On the same path as such,
The larger one rolls on
While the smaller got crushed.
Body crunched and buckled,
One threat eliminated.
The larger truck struggles
Before it decelerated.
Its spindly limbs shudder
Then to standstill it jerks.
The tanker of the udder
Kicked the bucket, that works.
With a ton of milk expired
They can sigh in relief.
Though, don't stop to admire,
For their respite may be brief.
Don't leave it to chance
And remain as observers.
Before some others advance
Such as the sensitive Surma.
Post by: Keep Looking on December 30, 2019, 09:50:39 PM
The sunset sweeps a flaming yellow path across the sky
The air is soft and warm, the wind is but a gentle sigh
A behemoth of tank and limb in broken anguish lies
As searchers five continue on, and bid its shell goodbye
Great peril lies behind, and still more peril lies ahead
Yet as the fog that’s rising swirls above the searchers’ heads
They still by dream and string and hope will let themselves be led
Before the owl that rests upon its shelf starts seeping red
So ere they hurry on, beneath the golden sunset sky
Past mossy log and branch that on the crumbling road do lie
Let beast and troll of rot and foul miasma pass them by
As searchers five continue ‘neath the branches stretching high
Post by: corncobman on December 30, 2019, 10:26:19 PM
Nice Meeting You Big Guy But You Had To Die
The land white like ice,
Under the golden sky
Goodbye, it was nice
Meeting you big guy.
Life spark dims,
With your final breaths.
Your spidery limbs
Stay folded in death.
The weaponed brace will
Forever be furled.
Stand silent, stay still
In your resting curl.
Did you find relief
From your waking hell?
Our encounter was brief
But great destruction befell.
Stalk the lands no longer,
Monumentally presented.
Your insatiable hunger
Will be finally ended.
Post by: corncobman on January 01, 2020, 10:02:54 PM
Troll Called 'S', Equipmentless
Does anyone recollect
The equipment left behind?
The food pot, the blankets,
Tarp and junk spring to mind.
It's worth trying, alright,
To pick those up again.
They've to check if they invited
Any unwanted critter friends.
Hold on now! Sigrun's collared,
Don't forget a certain troll 'S'!
If it was anything like they heard
It might be at their location previous.
For all that they know, it might be
On the road back there as they talk.
She concedes that Mikkel's right,
But now they're light on stocks.
Post by: Keep Looking on January 02, 2020, 09:39:42 PM
The rotting walls are stained with green-damp moss
As raindrops plip between the ceiling’s planks
Lay down on mouldy sofas, string
Your dripping clothes to dry, and bring
Your blankets warm, and give this shelter thanks
You left your tent to lie beside the road
As swiftly now from troll and tank you fled
The fight was hard, but tides did turn
Though victors, you could not return
For fear of what the noises may have led
So build your fire between the rotting walls
Be grateful for the shelter you have found
The rain is cold, the sky is bleak
But here, at least, you’ll find some sleep
Until the bells of dawn do brightly sound
Post by: corncobman on January 02, 2020, 10:04:50 PM
Restored To Normalcy, Like Before, All Sparkly
With their equipment surrendered,
They can just try to find more.
From abandoned homes or vendors
For their supplies to be restored.
So walls and roof for tarp substituted,
Pans instead of their cooking pots.
Some items successfully looted and
At least some shelter they've got.
Their clothes washed and hung to dry
Bowls and jars contain their slop.
Their fire and smoke wafting high,
Making do for their resting stop.
Faint Icelandic signs protect,
While the midnight flames burn.
And all while the group slept,
The Swede's hair-sparkles return...
Post by: Adge on January 03, 2020, 05:24:48 PM
Night, death cradling, to dawn and hope
Precedence yields. In the proud ruin
Of the Dane’s capital the cat-tank stirs,
The seekers wake to a soft snowfall
The cairn cloaking of the cat-mother brave
And the lich-beast’s corpse. Lalli night-scout
Wends back to camp with the way forward
Mapped and studied as Mikkel field-cook
Breakfast is serving to the brave comrades
Around the fire. The reivers sneer
At the sour porridge, Sigrun war-maid
Protests loudly, yet the tuck swallows
For future need. But food spurning,
Lalli, noita, the lost dog-beast
Cleans, unmembers, reclaiming its bones,
Sacring the relics in sun and snow,
Appalling Emil, porridge bearer
To his long-swinked friend. But Lalli wise,
Skilled spirit-guide, the skull removes
From the death-leaving, from the dog's body,
Cleans and shrives it, and shrines the skull
On the topmost twig of a tall pinetree
Freeing and honouring a friend regained
To a new life-grace, release, rebirth.
Tuuri meanwhile, technical skald
By wireless link warns the base-folk
Of future plans: to forage deep
In book-hoard syes made safe by snow
And cold sunlight. The cat-tank packed
And its team stowed, Tuuri driver
Forces Lalli, family unminded
Cousin forgot in the gang's reiving
Their forays and fights in the foe-ridden chaos
Of the Danish roose, to ride with her
In the driver's cab; but drained Lalli
Sleeps on the dash through the slithering ride
Along snow-clogged ways snared with stonefall
The long failure of the lost kingdom
In the Silent World. Sodden vehicles,
Snaking artics and snagged trailers
In broken gaps bridging chasms
In shattered roads and shent highways
Till the heavy snow halts the cat-tank
Safeless, wardless. Sigrun sneering
Doubts that night-scout noita Lalli,
Unwitting the chance of winter's cold,
For peril of snow prepared a gate
To find their sye; defending kin,
Sib-loyal Tuuri takes Sigrun's gage
Hotakainen holds their corner
Lalli trusting to have tried escapes
From the snow-clogging a snib lifted
And a door opened; disappointing
Lalli night-scout lacks a game plan
Lalli shameful shends his cousin
Sigrun's judgement justifying
Aghast Tuuri goaded to speech
Angry with Lalli she oversteps
Accuses him with careless words
Of groundless deeds. Grandma naming
With incautious lips calls to Lalli
From distant times a day of shame
Of comrades lost through careless work
Slain uselessly by sloppy notes
That Lalli new-trained night-scout callow
Hardly more than a mere boy-child
Frommed, uprooted, wrote overhasty.
Goaded by shame, by guilt mastered
Lalli youngling forlost himself
But sib Onni sought his hiding
Calling him out as a coward fool
For one mistake; wounding him deep
For a single slip, sorrow recalling
Of their grandma's doom. Grided in heart
Strength exhausted, straight from the tank
Looking for safety Lalli night-scout
Runs the wheel ways routes exploring
Till a building found, bare, wide gated,
Wall-less within, well-fettled road
For the fleeing folk, but flesh cocoons
Hang from the ceil, heralds of death,
Of dern troll-foes the detritus vile
Of hidden rash-cursed. Hammering blows
From a scout's blade destroy a few
Proving them dead - but doubting mage
Lalli noita lacks certainty
That every pod to peace has slept
In Tounela, and testing safe
Each lingering threat too long would take
In human form; to hunt the foe
His luonto calls, his lynx ghost-might
A claw-shod wind, cleansing cat-main
Wreaks disaster, uprips, outstabs,
Shatters, unskins, unshapes, destroys
Every cocoon. His cat form shed,
Unmanned, weakened, main exhausted,
Noita Lalli, in nose and eyes
Bleeding, glue-eyed, glances around
The shent troll holt; sure of his win
Lalli way-scout wends to the gate
Of the square beyond scouting the way
In snow-field wide. Worried for Lalli
But following his blaze to the fearful hall
The cat-tank stops, the sturdy Dane
A party makes of immune people
To seek the scout. Sigrun war-maid
Beholding the lair, the hall plastered
With dead trollpods, doubts that Lalli
Could yet survive in the vasted hall,
In the troll-haunt filth; but tracing the blood
Trusting Emil tracks discovers
Where Lalli scout left the building
Safe and unharmed. Sudden, unwaited,
Lalli himself looms in the door
Barely aware walks to the cat-tank
Slumps on the nose, the news bringing
Of a new campsite for the cat-tank crew
Safely to rest. Unseen in the mess
From lynx sight hid by its little size
A sneaking troll under snow creeps,
Cautiously follows. The cat new-friend
Senses the troll, signals the threat
Of a free enemy but frommed Reynir,
Unfettled wight, for fear mistakes
Her stretching neck, her straight gazes.
The wide campsite, walled with palaces,
A kingly ward, to the winds open,
Dight with snowdrifts, doubtful appears
To bold Sigrun. She bids Mikkel
If the damage around to the Danes is owed
But Mikkel asserts the mess ancient
From the first days of fear's dominion.
So the cat-tank rests in a royal campsite.
Post by: corncobman on January 05, 2020, 10:56:11 PM
Rain Like Silk Threads, Blaze By Warm Beds
Drifting gently into peaceful rest.
Ignorant bliss to the downpour overhead.
A quiet medley of dozing to de-stress.
A warming kiss, caressing glow by their beds.
Descending luminous, thread-like lines leak,
Rumbling into nothing whilst the light dulls.
As a rhythmic drum, down beat the dim streaks.
The whispering rasps will not break the lull.
Pale needles pierce the pitch and green-blue.
Through a split umbrella, a porous span.
Deep from the shelter, warms beds of the crew,
A distant, broken, but far from mad man.
One dying fire, one final itinerant.
Pain and ire replaced with indifference.
Post by: corncobman on January 06, 2020, 11:13:05 PM
Figment or Fantasy, Chasing Shadows Is He
Arms crossed on his knees,
Eyes focused singularly.
Sat by ruins, under trees,
Is the seeking solitarily.
A faint vision or fantasy,
Imagination or memories?
Is he dreaming or in reality,
Perception or in reverie?
Yearning, externalising,
Acutely irreclaimable.
Burning, paralysing,
Absolutely unobtainable.
Post by: Keep Looking on January 17, 2020, 08:02:47 AM
The white-bright sunlight streams as if through glass
Between the moss-green pillars and the beams
Beneath them, weary trav’llers softly pass
And watch their steps, lest peril here is seen
And yet, though skulls hang stretched like gruesome masks
The violet flowers bloom amongst the grass
Though souls long-lost lie twisted, broken, pained
Like monsters from an endless nightmare’s chase
While barbed-wire, sharp, is looped and looped again
In fruitless hope to save, protect this place
The sky still sends its sunlight and soft rains
And vines grow green, between the planks they strain
Through ages gone and ages yet to pass
As wand’rers lost and seekers three go by
Through love and pain and grief that tears apart
The vines still send their leaves to reach the sky
Below, the flowers bloom amongst the grass
Their violet hues shine bright like sunlit glass
Post by: corncobman on January 20, 2020, 04:29:31 AM
Frozen In That Way, These Sights Would Dismay
Structures part collapsed,
Broken scattered plating.
In a mood quite relaxed,
Group still perambulating.
A metal jungle to bridge,
With razors interlaced.
These snags will not discourage
The route they have to trace.
But plastered on the walls
Away from scrying eyes.
Enmeshed the flesh installed,
Frozen still in dying cries.
Thus shielded, inaccessible,
These sights from them obscured.
Abhorrent, stiff, detestable,
Would dismay observateurs.
A decent frame of mind,
The journey men resume.
With hope that they'll find,
It's not all doom and gloom...
Post by: corncobman on January 22, 2020, 09:39:25 PM
Tracking The Spoors, Touching His Sensors
Following faint hints
In the growing plants,
And tracking mud prints
Is the avian mage man.
Impressions with claws,
He stands and surveys.
Then his attention's drawn
And gets diverted away.
"It's in that direction now?"
What's he investigating?
The sensors of the connected owl,
Other things are activating.
It's not the right signature
Of whatever he's looking for.
One of the other creatures
Is activating his acorns.
Post by: corncobman on January 23, 2020, 10:24:36 PM
Agitating Is The Botherer, Not Investigating The Wanderer
Time he's not wasting,
He's not investigating.
It's not threatening,
But so, so annoying.
Against the tree leaning,
A dullard is bugging.
Constantly poking,
The string fingering.
Bored and restless he is,
Making disturbances.
The itchy digit of his,
Agitating in uselessness.
The rune-smith messing with
The sensors so sensitive.
No wonder it all gives
Onni false positives.
Post by: Keep Looking on January 23, 2020, 10:50:02 PM
Someone’s tapping on the string
Are they the one we seek?
No, it’s just that other thing
It’s been here since last week
Someone’s tapping on the string
So should we take a look?
No, we can’t waste time like that
This isn’t like a book
Someone’s tapping on the string
But will they do us harm?
No, it’s not a threat to us
We might as well stay calm
Someone’s tapping on the string
And will they ever go?
No, it seems intent to stay
And it annoys me so
Post by: Keep Looking on January 26, 2020, 10:10:12 PM
The sun is shining through the leaves
And on the forest floor below
To banish troll and creature foul
That in the dark are lying low
The sunshine sends a glinting light
Upon the sparkling pots and pans
Long lain in must and dirt, disused
That once again are found by man
The sun shines bright on searchers five
That through their journeys far have coped
With perils great and darkened night
And now, once more, are finding hope
Post by: corncobman on January 28, 2020, 01:55:29 AM
Replacement Cook Wares, No Tarpaulin Spare
These pots will serve
As replacement cooking ware.
Unfortunately he observes
Nothing like a tarp there.
Vermin beasts chewed to pieces
What resembled a tarpaulin.
They'll have to raid other places
On the route they're walking.
Hey, it's nice sunny day!
Perfect if they need to retreat.
The Icelandic man points the way,
That's the direction to proceed.
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Pg 218
The Road Ahead Plain, Along The Centre Lane
Snaking into the sun,
Along a path brightly lit.
Past the sign and one
Bridge to cross in transit.
A dual carriageway divided,
A three lane by two road.
Firmly, steadily guided,
Ignoring the highway code.
Post by: Keep Looking on January 28, 2020, 03:07:06 AM
Beneath the endless summer sky
An asphalt river cracks and sighs
A path that leads through lake and tree
That row by row the street-lamps line
And on this river, long ago
The whirr of wheels came to and fro
From near or far, ‘neath sun and star
Came trav’lers all, to stay or go
But now the hum of passing car
Has faded into silence, marred
By wand’ring feet, their fates to meet
Along this river, stretching far
Post by: Keep Looking on January 30, 2020, 01:09:57 AM
Don’t look for shelter near the road
Where countless footsteps swiftly pass
For trav’lers lost can bring a cost
Despite the signs and wire-laid grass
Don’t look for shelter in the fields
Where pastures lie between the lanes
For searching eyes will soon espy
Those hidden on the open plains
But look for shelter in the woods
In lands of lakes and endless trees
In mountains high that touch the sky
And islands bound by stormy sea
Post by: corncobman on January 30, 2020, 04:46:19 AM
Metal Cut And Jimmy, Settlement For Dummies
Barb-ed barriers, biting borders,
Jab at the jaggies, jimmying a juncture.
Lifting to lever, leaving a lane larger.
Rods for the rag-rag, refit and restructure.
Words to beware, warnings whipped-up.
Carriageway closed, a castle cast aside.
Such a settlement, a silly slip-up,
Raised by the road, a rookie oversight.
Post by: Keep Looking on January 30, 2020, 09:36:23 PM
Hope is built with loops of wire
That lay upon the broken ground
With wooden towers reaching higher
To scour the land for sight and sound
Hope is built with many hands
The hands that heal, the hands that fight
The hands that still the shifting sands
Of fear that comes with every night
Hope is built with whispered words
“I’m here.” “Stay calm.” “We’ll be okay.”
“I’ll hold your hand - I know this hurts
We’ll run until the light of day.”
Post by: corncobman on January 31, 2020, 01:40:26 AM
Pointing Out, It's A Warehouse
The place looks ancient,
It's not well maintained.
Didn't last long, did it?
Fortifications in vain.
Probably had a whole load
Of non-immunes in there.
Nothing to see, hit the road!
Not for a moment to spare.
"That sign says 'warehouse'
In Finnish." says the Swede.
Just in case, he pointed out,
For a tarpaulin they still need.
Conceding to temptation,
Given what Emil just announced.
Giving long contemplation,
At this chance will she pounce?
Post by: Keep Looking on February 03, 2020, 05:22:54 AM
Well in the days when he was young
The other language slipped his tongue
And the Finnish fast was all he’d understand
Then he got dragged aboard a ship
To go upon a winter’s trip
With the foreign people in a foreign land
And as the ghosts and monsters came
To take another of his name
He was left with no one there who understood
So from the mumble of their words
He took what worked for him to learn
For to tell them what he saw whene’er he could
So now as months have come and passed
And summer’s sun has come at last
He can comprehend what once was clueless sound
And when he’s asked, “ how much, good bad?”
He nods his head, he understands
“Some, but small and cannot move around.”
Post by: corncobman on February 03, 2020, 10:47:49 PM
The Pipsqueak She Seeks, Succinctly He Speaks
"Hey pipsqueak!" She directs,
"Trolls. How many? Good? Bad?"
The language, the subject,
Does he understand, the lad?
"...Some inside.", he in Swedish,
"Not many. Not big. Not move around."
"Sounds good enough to me." says she,
Is it safe enough to roam the grounds?
They're getting closer to a city,
There'll be few raids any safer.
So in all practicality,
There's no opportunity greater.
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Pg 222
Rejection Quick, She Drew The Short Stick
They grab what they need
And get back on the road.
Someone will have to sentry
And have the doofus shadowed.
Then Emil volunteers,
He deserves a break.
He renegs when it's clear
An escort he'll have to make.
The Swede spurning so swift
The blissful bean pole.
He's determined to come with,
He killed the last troll!
He deserves more action!
Sigrun can be the one to stay.
Nuh-uh! She's the captain,
She doesn't baby-sit - no way!
Only one way to solve fairly,
They'll each draw from the sticks.
Sigrun the loser, clearly
The result has her ticked.
Post by: Keep Looking on February 04, 2020, 07:17:05 AM
I hope I’m not a burden on you all
For I can’t fight the monsters on this road
Nor pass between the looming warehouse walls
For fear of what the mage’s eyes have shown
I hope my runes will guard from wand’ring eyes
I hope my feet can lead you through the seas
To find the lost and choose our actions wise
To face the one who lurks beneath the trees
I hope I’ll make these days a little brighter
I’ll help you where I can, I’ll try my best
And smile, and hope I’ve make your burden lighter
Until this journey’s done and you can rest
Post by: corncobman on February 05, 2020, 09:09:55 PM
Better Vantage, Get To Salvage
Reynir would be more fun
If he just learnt some Norse.
So says Sigrun, the one
Who already knows it, of course.
They'll have a good vantage
Over there, it's more fitting.
Shifting all of the baggage,
Then down to just sitting.
The Finn leads the trio
Through the broken roofed arch.
In light and shadow,
For their salvaging march.
Increasingly deeper yet
To the neglected warehouse.
So with nothing to be said
Go the sawbones, Swede and scout.
Post by: Keep Looking on February 06, 2020, 04:36:40 AM
Perched upon an ancient block, its planks in disarray
The hunter and the shepherd wait as others seize the day
And as they watch for any soul that near their path might stray
The gap between them grows with all the words they cannot say
From jagged coasts and plunging fjords with cliff-tops reaching high
To fields of green that deep between the mountain-tops do lie
The space between them stretches past the edges of the sky
A land of safety far removed from one of battle-cries
Yet still the shepherd’s smile is bright, although he’s far from home
And through his trials and haunted dreams his heart and skill have grown
The hunter’s skill and strength of arm through many years are honed
Yet still she learns to keep her heart through struggles of her own
So perched upon an ancient block, its planks in disarray
The hunter and the shepherd wait as others seize the day
And as they watch for any soul that near their path might stray
The bridge across the gap between seems strong enough to stay
Post by: corncobman on February 07, 2020, 12:03:49 AM
To The Shanty Go The Vigilantes
A shanty-town, iron-clad
Is what they encounter.
Platforms snake, and ladders
Onto skyward podiums mounted.
Stretching bones exposed,
Skin layers peeling.
A nerve centre closed
Cold, frozen, unfeeling.
Post by: corncobman on February 10, 2020, 12:02:56 AM
Cemented In A Freeze, Hardened Arteries
The three on the prowl,
Go about their business.
With disdain and a scowl
To above bearing witness.
Plastered up on high,
Cocooned in arrest.
Some hateful pupae
In a calcified nest.
Anchored in mucilage,
Suspended, loathsome.
Calmly, so used to such,
Pass the three of them.
Post by: Keep Looking on February 10, 2020, 07:13:30 AM
White-bleached beneath the harshly glaring sun
Its sinews stretch from beam to rusted beam
And like a ghoul from dusty ceiling strung
Its mouth hangs wide in endless, soundless scream
Above the grass with violet flowers spread
Above the sharp-tipped spears of long-lost hope
Long-lost in creeping nights of monstrous dread
Of malady that twists like hangman’s rope
It hung through snow and through the springtime rain
As rot spread like the years’ unceasing crawl
A monument to loss and wordless pain
A lingering stain on long-forsaken walls
Post by: corncobman on February 11, 2020, 12:30:40 AM
Window Still, Nothing To Kill
Old bones and bits,
All cratered and riddled.
In the room there sits
Tumorous, shrivelled.
Last vestiges nacreous,
Through the glass, grinning.
Stood visions of manliness,
With fiery underpinnings.
"Where are the bad guys hanging out?"
The question then is posed.
The cleanser asking the scout
With his keen magical nose.
Itching, craving, turning,
Emil eager for stimulation.
The mage probing, discerning,
While he peers with fixation.
Post by: Keep Looking on February 11, 2020, 05:54:09 AM
Trailed across the white-bleached bones
Their whispers stilled by sun and rain
A green-leafed vine has swiftly grown
Through remnants left of long-lost pain
Through remnants left of long-lost pain
On rusted grates and jagged glass
And caverns dark where lost souls hang
The vine-leaves spread from uncut grass
The vine-leaves spread from uncut grass
And drink the rains from lake-side blown
While echoes still of times gone past
Lie trailed across the white-bleached bones
Post by: corncobman on February 13, 2020, 12:00:54 AM
In The Seurahuone, Not Knowing How Many..
His eyes of magic,
Full concentration.
With his optics,
What revelation?
With his words, though broken,
"There direction." uttered.
"Inside cover." spoken
To the speaker of good butter.
"Not knowing how many
Precise." only does he say.
Purple glowing non-friendlies
Within that 'seurahuone'.
They just get the gist,
Pronouns and such dispensed with.
Shaded, anomalies exist.
He, with his training, sensed it.
Post by: Keep Looking on February 13, 2020, 04:40:38 AM
They linger in the doorway, swathed
By rot and ruin, planks and vines
Their stranded souls a wine-dark haze
That stains the flash of mage-blue eyes
They linger in the doorway, hid
From bitter snow and brightened sun
And trapped by brightness, still they sit
To gaze on those who searching come
They linger in the doorway, still
Not knowing why or how they wait
For what dim hopes could darkness fill
When death’s white wings have come too late
Post by: corncobman on February 14, 2020, 01:03:10 AM
Long Pause Quietude, Strong-Armed Entry Dudes
However, in this...
...Empty. Well, that's great!
This building they'll hit,
You see, Mikkel cannot wait...
While the scout stands still,
Not silent, they prise the screen.
The brawny and blonde men will
Open with a tremendous lean.
Cat's arms folded, no effort made,
The other two much more keen.
Preparing their great tarp raid,
They'll strip the establishment clean.
Post by: Keep Looking on February 14, 2020, 01:47:02 AM
They left the building empty.
Rotted planks crumble, and cans
Toppled from their shelves, lie scattered
On the dust-stained floor
Untouched, unseen, a memory
Lingers here, the footprints of the past
Are sitting on the tiles
Whose hands once steadied
These rusted shelves? Whose feet
Stepped through the door?
They are gone now. Tangled vines
Fall through windows, long unwashed
And down the soundless walls
Post by: corncobman on February 17, 2020, 01:16:42 AM
Dust, Dirt And Spider Webs, 'Ew' Blurts The Dunderhead
The doors opened sufficient,
It's time to take stock.
Not the best condition,
Over fallen goods they walk.
"Ewwww." the Swede blurts.
On the sweeping of the dust.
It's just spider webs and dirt,
That's why he's in disgust.
It's the reason he said 'Ewww',
He says to the nurse.
Cleansing is in his purview,
To filth and grime he's averse.
Post by: Keep Looking on February 19, 2020, 12:32:59 AM
Who left these tarps here on the ground
Collecting dust and cobwebs fine?
The shop is empty, not a sound
Has echoed through the shelving lines
For decades now, and those around
That linger still have lost their minds
To whispers dark and voices chill
That echo as the world stands still
Post by: Keep Looking on February 20, 2020, 01:18:00 AM
The sunlight softly falls upon the gently waving grass
And touches it with brushes of a bright and golden green
While cast in stripes of shadow, through the doors of ancient glass
A still and silent watcher can in cloak of furs be seen
His searching eyes watch o’er the shades that lie in doorways dark
Their souls, forsaken, tinged with tints of violet-glowing gloom
Their whispers pierce through open minds - their suff’ring leaves its mark
In skins that stretch, in wire-filled grass, in damp and empty rooms
And as the watcher scans for hints of dangers lying low
His eyes ignore the friendly wave from captain in the sun
The cat that sits on braided head, these faces that he knows
Can send him all their greetings once the searchers’ job is done
Post by: Keep Looking on February 21, 2020, 02:21:31 AM
Words, like birds, are fleeting things
That leap from mouth with flurry of wings
What words have we that words don’t bring?
Paper. Scissors. Rock.
Pens draw bends that warp and turn
And leave their marks in paper burned
What needs no scrawling pen to learn?
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
Tongues among the worlds of men
Are twisted, tangled things - so then
What needs no tongue, no words, no pen?
Scissors. Paper. Rock.
(also, this is my 99th post. Wonder what'll be post 100?)
Post by: corncobman on February 21, 2020, 11:33:53 PM
Invigilating Outside Thus, And Navigating Detritus
Overall, items appear
To be semi-salvageable.
He directs the seer
To maintain visuals.
To keep an eye out for
The area's inhabitants.
He will watch the outdoors,
While they continue procurement.
He salutes his understanding,
Stood right in the entrance.
They make way clambering
Over the detritus and remnants.
They'll try to find what they need
From the shelves and stock tilting.
Hoping they quickly succeed
In that one particular building...
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Pg 231
No Observation, Self-Consolation
On top of the scrap-pile
Sit the mage and minder.
Sigrun spots Lalli's profile
But he doesn't find her.
He's not looking her way,
"Just doing his job as he should."
Consoling herself, she says,
He's not distracted so that's good.
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Pg 232
Gets The Mime, It's About Time
Reynir with head-mounted cat
Kitty's new permanent home.
To the one with furry hat,
There's a fist to him shown.
Misunderstanding her intent,
He gives Sigrun a fist-bump.
That was not what she meant,
The troublesome dumb-dumb.
She waves an open hand,
Then scissors she mimes.
Finally he understands,
Games to pass the time...
Post by: corncobman on February 23, 2020, 10:57:09 PM
Playing A Heap, Suddenly Sheep
The games go, fro and to,
Winners and losers swap.
Won, lost and drew,
'Til there's a sudden stop.
After a few rounds of
Scissors-rock-paper,
Sigrun is confounded
By a new shape there.
A symbol most strange,
A sheep by the shepherd man.
Making an unexpected change,
With his attention span.
Post by: Keep Looking on February 24, 2020, 10:19:06 PM
Sheep eat paper, left unread
And rocks beneath their hooves that tread
A pair of scissors shear their heads
None can beat the sheep, he said.
Bang! The sheep is dead.
Post by: corncobman on February 27, 2020, 04:22:47 AM
Sheep Can't Beat Sigrun, She Whips Out The Finger Gun
The sheep eats the paper - nom!,
Eats the rock, and well, the scissors
Only give it a shearing! Schipp-schipp!
He thinks that he has it all won!
He's just been truly trumped,
Reynir's invincible sign withers
His all-powerful sheep takes a dip
When she pulls out the finger-gun.
Rock-paper-scissors to charades,
The mage tried to pull a fast one.
Sigrun just wasn't having it,
The lady just got even, not mad.
The Icelandic young lad's
Outplayed and outclassed some.
Now, sadly, he can only sit
And look at his open hand.
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Pg 235
Games Of Board, Morale Restored!
The shelves Emil rummages
For useful ancient wares.
Taking items of old ages.
He stands and puts on airs.
"We need a dart board for morale."
He holds aloft and declares.
And a Monopoly to take, they shall,
For boredom he cannot bear.
A Rubik's cube and also 'Uno'
Such games fly off the shelves.
He can take as much as he wants, you know,
As long as he carries it all himself.
Still manned the entrance is,
Disinterested as he's prone.
Something spotted by chance
He's seen it unbeknown...
Post by: Keep Looking on February 27, 2020, 04:35:45 AM
Beneath the dust that coats these shelves
Long left through winters cold
Are treasures stacked in row on row
From happier times of old
A deck of cards, a rubik’s cube
A dart-board with its darts
A game of dice and business deals
(though one that’s broken hearts)
So take with you what you can bring
As ever on you’ll go
And find a smile when times are dark
A light through rain and snow
Post by: corncobman on February 28, 2020, 12:02:59 AM
Creeping Decay, Snap! Snap! "Hey!"
In the distance,
In the shade,
Some existence,
A discovery made.
Statue or sculpture,
Hooded in rot?
Appendages bulbous,
The landscape it blots.
Creeping surrepticious,
Or had it always been there?
The silhouette suspicious,
A hollow figure laid bare.
Skinned in darkness,
Draped in ruin,
"Hey!" you regard this,
Or it'll be your undoing.
Post by: Keep Looking on February 28, 2020, 01:47:52 AM
Lurking in the doorway, through
The vines that wrap the rotting beams
Its back is hunched, it slowly moves
As sunlight filters through the leaves
Shrouded in a tattered cloak
Of twisted skins that hang like rags
Or some decaying strands of rope
That fold like empty linen bags
Waiting for a chance to strike
Or calling out for some release
From voices dark that hide the light
And shrouded eyes that cannot see
Post by: Keep Looking on March 01, 2020, 10:52:24 PM
It lumbers through the doorway, falling
Into sunlight that’s seeping
On its skin, bulging
It’s feeling
Pain?
No.
Still coming
Hunched low, crawling
Not trapped by shadow, seeking
Those who pass it by. Always waiting.
There is no resting here.
Post by: corncobman on March 02, 2020, 01:37:04 AM
Vision Binocular, Aglow Vesicular
He calls out "Alert!"
To the two collectors.
Attention he diverts
And duly directs there.
With his vision binocular,
He spots at that direction.
The doorway of the structure
Masks a fiend of imperfection.
From the safety of shade,
For an opportunity waiting.
At last, a break made,
With day's cycle rotating.
From the shadows emerging,
Crawls with pustules aglow.
Fiend seeking, searching,
Revolting body, face low.
Post by: corncobman on March 02, 2020, 09:21:14 PM
It glops and glurps
While it scurries low
Glowing bulging orbs
In the dim light grow.
With blade, in one gesture,
Emil quickly unsheathes,
But it starts to rupture
In the gloom of the heath.
They need pay it no heed,
It's already self-injured.
Immediately they need to
Pack up and leave unhindered.
Before they have any more
They need to get out of there.
But in the front of the store
The scout still stands and stares...
Post by: Keep Looking on March 02, 2020, 11:16:27 PM
He pulls the dagger from the sheath
He folds his brow, he grits his teeth
It’s time to fight, not time for flight
He’s on his heels, his foe to meet
But lo! Perhaps his job is done
The creature flails beneath the sun
It feels the light, then in his sight
Its boils start bursting, one by one
So leave your foe to slowly die
And run from here with your supplies
For more will come before you’re done
No time to fight, it’s time to fly
Post by: Keep Looking on March 04, 2020, 10:17:21 PM
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Twists your limbs and makes them longer
Fills your veins and fills your brain and
Swells with pain (but this is stronger)
What doesn’t kill you makes you faster
Tears your skin and makes it master
Brings the night and brings the blight and
Hides the light (but this is faster)
What doesn’t kill you makes you better
Takes your thoughts and makes them fetters
Kills your fear and kills what’s dear and
Keeps you here (but this is better)
Post by: Keep Looking on March 08, 2020, 09:42:55 PM
The solution to the problem
That stands at the door
And batters the glass til it falls to the floor
Is to stand and stay silent
And shoulder your guns
And shoot it and shoot it til swiftly you run
But beneath the dark doorway
And in the dark woods
Are countless more dangers who’d come if they could
So don’t think that your problem
Is easily solved
Don’t dally in daylight lest daylight gets old
Post by: corncobman on March 09, 2020, 12:12:44 AM
Interrupted Yell, Obstructed, Repelled
While it's fully sprinting
He barely lets out a yell.
The window gets imprinted,
Can hardly call "Mik-kelll!"
In the middle of his plea,
A mighty splitting "KRANG!"
He had to make and flee
From the bearing claws and fangs.
The foremost one, Lalli,
Moments from weird, ugly hell.
Fortune favoured there was he,
For the creature was repelled.
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Pg 241
Calm Down, Blam, Run Around
Their attention is attained
While the cracked glass beheld.
What do the cracked window panes
In these circumstances spell?
The window yet holds firm,
Though fractured, in truth.
Will it survive another storm,
Can it still be monster-proof?
"Stay calm." says the man of muscle,
"We will simply gun this one down."
No longer staying still or subtle,
They will use the loudest sounds.
Lest some others get them caught,
Their weaponry will blast it.
When the thing is dead and shot,
They will swiftly run past it.
Post by: thegreyarea on March 09, 2020, 06:58:04 AM
Post by: Jitter on March 09, 2020, 04:21:12 PM
Post by: thegreyarea on March 09, 2020, 08:16:56 PM
I saw you had posted and was all excited but nope. I agree with your comment however!And I saw yours! :)
I love poetry, and will surely give it a try sooner than later, but right now other things have been distracting me from that, including our little game and my next story. But at any moment the muses may visit me and the Vogons will finally have competition!
Post by: corncobman on March 10, 2020, 01:02:18 AM
Acid Head Jet, They'll Get Dead Wet
While the three discuss plans,
The creature makes ready.
An aperture expands,
Fluids jet out and stream deadly.
Corrosion splashes and dissolves
The feet and ground on which it walks.
The window before this evolved
Is no longer an obstacle to block.
Making short work of the window,
The panels proving no problem.
The group must urgently go
Ere the monstrosity claims them.
Post by: Keep Looking on March 10, 2020, 03:05:31 AM
Adventure 2, Page 242
It boils and bubbles like pus-filled pustules, stinging and swirling and tearing and trapping itself in your skin like the shards of dark whispers that are trapped in your mind.
And it swells and grows and stays as you wait and watch and run until your legs crumple beneath you and the air that seemed so thin is suddenly solid and it cracks like a bone splintering under your skin and then, only then, when you’re battered and bruised and fallen, only then does it come out, bursting out of you like water bursts out of a broken pipe.
The glass melts. The glass melts as if it was never there at all, dripping and pooling onto the ground, and behind it, the fragile film of separation broken, you feel their heat and you feel their breath and you feel their fear seeping and creeping through your body and finding its place and sitting with your own in the cold, sharp void that is what has become of your mind.
And all you want in this one moment is to feel their fear as it stings and swirls and swells until it spills over and pools on the floor, as their bodies melt and fall like glass and finally, finally, their fear is released and they are released and all you really want is release because you are afraid and you are trapped here and you are battered and bruised and terrifyingly, torturously alive.
Post by: Keep Looking on March 10, 2020, 08:05:15 AM
https://soundcloud.com/user-621540133/page-214
https://soundcloud.com/user-621540133/page-220
https://soundcloud.com/user-621540133/page-227
https://soundcloud.com/user-621540133/page-239
The title of each track corresponds to the page it was written on, as I am very bad at thinking of titles.
Post by: Jitter on March 10, 2020, 10:07:19 AM
Post by: thegreyarea on March 10, 2020, 01:07:38 PM
I made audio recordings of a couple of my poems (me being the one reading them, of course). THey're not perfect, and I think my dog is barking in the background of one of them, but I thought you guys might enjoy it.I'm so glad to have you around! That's fantastic! Your voice is so nice, and the way you read them... I could feel the emotions below, particularly on 220 that, as Jitter noted, touches deep.
(now excuse me, there's something in my eye...)
Post by: Keep Looking on March 10, 2020, 09:57:44 PM
Post by: corncobman on March 11, 2020, 10:39:30 PM
It's Puking Acid? Don't Shoot At It
"Is that thing puking acid
At us?" The Swede inquires.
Yes, Emil, it is indeed,
So no-one should open fire.
Nobody shoot at it,
The glass will shatter.
Its body will spurt acid
And all over them splatter.
No weapon shot spraying,
And no bomb detonations.
They must find another way
To get out of the situation.
Their grenades and guns
Can give no aid there.
Kitty, Reynir and Sigrun
As three helpless spectators.
Avoid without blasting,
Afford no further delay.
With every moment passing,
More will join in the fray.
Thanks thegreyarea and jitter for the encouragement. I am encouraged.
Post by: corncobman on March 13, 2020, 01:47:58 AM
What If It Sprays Onto His Face?!
What if it burns right through
Our flesh into our organs?
What if the acid gets onto
His face, what would he become?
While he contemplates disaster
And the end of his beauty,
They're not leaving any faster,
Still gawking in stupidity.
The monster, acid-burnt,
Starts poking the cracked glass.
Now asserts the big nurse,
Mikkel knows now their tasks.
Post by: Keep Looking on March 13, 2020, 03:27:37 AM
It spits the acid on the door
And lets it drip down to the floor
If shots are fired or door should melt
Then where would this foul sting be felt?
If acid melts and burns through skin
Then where would it be next let in?
In organs pink or skin that’s placed
All smooth and handsome on my face!
Post by: Keep Looking on March 15, 2020, 04:36:27 AM
https://soundcloud.com/user-621540133/page-207
https://soundcloud.com/user-621540133/page-242
https://soundcloud.com/user-621540133/page-223
https://soundcloud.com/user-621540133/page-226
https://soundcloud.com/user-621540133/ocean-part-1
Post by: thegreyarea on March 15, 2020, 10:30:38 AM
More poetry readings! 4 of my comment section poems plus an original poem I posted in the scriptorium. My favourite reading of this lot is probably page 242.Wow! As usual I delighted myself on it! Your voice is lovely, and your reading of page 242 is also my favourite. The poem I already liked, so much that I put it in the reminder, but that's the reading where your emotion is more evident. :) Thank you so much for sharing all that!
Post by: Jitter on March 15, 2020, 12:10:40 PM
Post by: corncobman on March 15, 2020, 11:39:39 PM
Curtailed Organism, Failed Vandalism
"Follow my lead."
The medic takes command.
Will we have a read
Of the man's master plan?
Outside, still on the glass,
Pokes and prods with its claws.
The deformed bulging mass,
Seeking structural flaws.
On the buildings' underhangs,
Its pus-filled peers gather.
These globule growths gang
So that their acid slathers.
Failing its penetration,
The glass seemingly too thick.
In weary desperation,
Did it just lob a brick?
Post by: Keep Looking on March 16, 2020, 03:23:16 AM
Adventure 2, Page 245
it stands
at the door
and begs -
and still more
hits land
from its long
sharp legs.
is it wrong
to ask
for a meal?
is this
even real?
the past
is a mess.
the bliss
of some flesh
might ease
all this pain
please send
its soft rains
oh please
is it done?
the end
has not come
for months
even years
this face
has no tears
a thunk
its head turns
fast pace
has it earned
its prize?
will relief
please come?
Post by: corncobman on March 16, 2020, 11:45:11 PM
Rerouted In A Ploy, Happy Suited Boy
Distraction thus raised,
Mikkel runs off quietly.
Drawing away the gaze,
So they slip past reliably.
With make-shift protection
Eye-goggles and suits taped.
So even with acid projection,
They can still safely escape.
One looks determined,
One looks overjoyed,
One looks uncertain
At the happy buff boy.
I guess it's relief that
He'll still be recognisable.
They prepare to flee as
Quick, as quiet as is viable.
Post by: Keep Looking on March 18, 2020, 01:57:35 AM
Adventure 2, Page 246 (collab with yeethawman)
A ghost slips through the aisles.
White-cloaked with the remnants of times gone by
Cobbled together with hope thin as masking tape.
Wide eyes hide behind sheets of glass
The sands of time trickle,
They whisper of urgency.
Walk now, but walk softly
Hide away from prying eyes
Hide away from shadows
Another ghost stands at the doorway
Despair dripping in yellow-black rivulets down its back
And behind it, a reminder of what it left behind
Of what it can no longer attain -
Behind it is the light
Post by: corncobman on March 18, 2020, 10:28:04 PM
Three Men In A Tent, Spearing The Hell Bent
A marquee formation,
With transparent panel.
Spears in combination,
For the strong, silent kill.
Lances raised, pointed outwards,
Advancing, the shuffling outfit.
Protected from acid showers,
They have no fear from the spit.
The three men in a tent,
Prepared to engage in battle.
What will they do in the event
Of screams in a death-rattle?
Post by: Keep Looking on March 19, 2020, 06:03:23 AM
The buildings here are older than you all
And stocked with what the desperate left behind
It’s true - you have found peril in these walls
But there are many other things to find
The ones who still remain lurk in the cracks
Their twisted bodies hid from noon-day’s light
Beware, you searchers, of their swift attack
But you can find the tools to win the fight
So hide yourselves beneath a cloak of gold
And arm yourselves with long-abandoned spears
For those who sheltered here in days of old
Would not begrudge the future’s footsteps here
Post by: yeethaw_gang on March 19, 2020, 10:30:45 AM
You stop
And you notice
A faint silhouette
Moving towards you
You wonder
Who it is
What it is
Did you know them?
Did they know you?
Who are you?
Metal, glinting, sharp
Danger
Save yourself
You stop and you notice
The figure in front, no longer human
You wonder who they once were
What they could have been
Did you know them before they lost themselves?
Are they still there, grasping onto a last hope
Trying desperately to scream but they cannot
They – it – comes closer and you know that you must act
You point a cold, glinting spear
You fight to save yourself
Post by: Keep Looking on March 20, 2020, 02:19:03 AM
What is a shield
But somewhere to hide,
When ghosts of past terrors are pounding outside?
What can you wield
But something that’s sharp,
When trolls all damp-dripping lie low in the dark?
What is concealed
In trolls and in ghosts,
But someone who’s lost all the things they’ve known most?
Post by: corncobman on March 20, 2020, 02:26:52 AM
Mutual Attack, Spike Got Your Back
In a mutual deadly strike,
They simultaneously clash.
Impaling itself on the pike,
Whilst its corrosion splashed.
The farmer man stands tough,
Holding the spike steadfast.
Turning away, sure enough,
When it spat an acid blast.
With a visceral skewer
Is it deep enough to kill?
Will there be one creature fewer,
Or is it coming for them still?
Post by: yeethaw_gang on March 20, 2020, 08:10:47 AM
A bright yellow tarp, a few layers of clothing
And perhaps a few rolls of tape
A glass visor, with metal edges
All bound together with hope and adhesive,
Is all that stands between skin burning acid
A metal spear, hooked at an end
Thrust in the way, a blind defence
A sure strike that was not witnessed
But rather, felt
Post by: corncobman on March 23, 2020, 03:58:06 AM
Strike Its Head While It's Held, "Go Go Go!" He Then Yelled.
In the thing, spike embedded,
Impaled onto ground.
The head spear-man yells "Get it!
Get its head while it's down!"
The two reserve pike boys
Thus leaping into the fray.
Strike with minimal noise,
Now go go go! Tent men away!
Post by: Keep Looking on March 23, 2020, 05:23:12 AM
Hit the monster while it’s down
And lying prone upon the ground
Let twisted bones with breakage sound
Say it’s brave to stand and fight
But to survive we must take flight
And leave this place alone tonight
Drive your spear into its head
Don’t wait for more, but run instead
Our blood won’t paint this sunset red
Post by: yeethaw_gang on March 23, 2020, 07:19:04 AM
There’s an immobile heap on the ground
Thank the gods
The assailants flee
The assault forgotten for the time being
Luck had been on their side
But for how much longer
They would rather not find out
They scurry away, amid shouts
As fast as they can
As far as they can
Their prey, their quarry,
The creature that bore the brunt
Lays prone to nature
All alone at the beginning
All alone at the end
Post by: corncobman on March 23, 2020, 10:12:04 PM
Release, Slop, Acid Drops
Sigrun, most bestest crew,
Take Reynir and go thus.
Acid these things spew,
Do not come to help us.
"We'll catch up with you",
So take the sheep herder.
Then, ere they're clear through,
One drops down from the girders.
Corrosion pulsating,
Lining up for their prey.
They were already waiting for
People to pass by the way.
It releases with a 'SLOP'!
It lands onto them: 'GLORP'!
The skeleton amber drops,
An acid saturated corpse.
Post by: yeethaw_gang on March 24, 2020, 08:06:56 AM
Just when you thought you were clear
Oh? What’s this here?
Down from the ceiling, down it drops!
Off from the rooftop, on it plops!
What is a spider, if you are the fly?
Buzz your wings and save your life!
Shout to your comrades, tell them to flee!
It’s better they live and get to grieve
Post by: Keep Looking on March 26, 2020, 01:29:17 AM
Clinging up-side down to ceilings high
You wait and watch, you plan your swift attack
Something moves beneath your lofty perch
You drop! And land, well-aimed, with a sharp crack
Yellow tarps have hidden squirming meat
You hang on tight and claim your tasty snack
What? The other meat has pulled the tarp?
Your victim screams! ‘Aargh! Get it off my back!’
Sunlight burns, you hiss and writhe with pain
Your backside swells and steams, then with a snap!
You are gone. You pop, and acid splats.
Post by: yeethaw_gang on March 27, 2020, 07:15:16 AM
It’s ironic how a meadow so green
And full of life, perhaps more unseen
Comes creeping in and growing over
The death and decay from lives long gone
Growing over trails and remains
Vibes creeping, wrapping around like veins
Of a much larger being
An entity predating all that we’ve built
Post by: Keep Looking on March 27, 2020, 09:04:00 AM
Release the breath that’s swirling in your chest
And slow your fleeing footsteps down at last
The fight is over, racing hearts can rest
So leave your battle gear upon the grass
Go meet your friends who wait beyond the gate
They’ll want to see that you are all okay
Relief can light your flushed and tired face
For everyone has made it home today
The path still leads beneath the endless sky
And danger still is hid beneath the trees
But just for now, your peril has passed by
So let your aching muscles feel at ease
Post by: corncobman on March 31, 2020, 04:41:02 AM
Get It Off, Like A Zit Popped
"GET IT OFF!!!" He yells,
In a panic all blind.
Emerging the belle,
Panicked out of his mind.
Awful unliving cells
Put the Swede in a bind.
From his plastic shell,
Crawling, wildly unrefined.
Dragging it into the sun,
With dead weight they struggle.
While he shuts down stunned,
The Swede they have to draggle.
They will be the ones
To get him out of trouble.
In the light it's undone,
Popping as a bubble.
------------------------------------
Pg 252
Escaping Successful, Untaping And Undressing
"Keep running!" is the call,
So each man scarpers.
The tick tacks still fall,
While they egress sharpish.
Into the path they took flight,
Away from dangers non-man-made.
Onto the grassy road of light
Far from shelter and shade.
In the sanctity of the sun,
A safe distance for protocol.
Getting the tape undone,
They remove the sweaty overalls.
The scavenging most taxing,
Just escaping by their hair.
In the distance chill-axing
Sigrun, Reynir and kitty somewhere.
------------------------------------
Pg 253
They Didn't Expect It, Ruins Or Rats Infected
Are the guys okay, or...?
Yes, everything they found.
Sigrun waxes in dismay for
The settlement compound.
The ancient people in this city
Were they damaged in the brain?
Surviving in such proximity,
In so trying was insane.
They have ruins of such
All over Norway, she attests.
Don't be to harsh a judge,
They knew not what was best.
They didn't yet know of what
Was to come upon their doors.
To shield themselves, they thought,
From disease or human carriers.
By the time they understood,
Surrounded they might have been.
Or perhaps all that it took
Was some infected rats that got in.
------------------------------------
Pg 254
Viewing Prints, Unaware, Pursuing Hints Of A Bear
Once again, clothes cleaned;
Hung coats, trousers, cloaks.
The bloke, tall and lean,
Can't resist a good poke.
To the acorn and leave-d lines
He fingers with ferocity.
But the footprints left behind
Couldn't hold his curiosity.
If only he investigated,
He'd maybe spot the others.
The signs of being predated
Under long grass, under cover.
Attentions not caught,
No second thoughts to spare.
Tracks converging to a spot,
With some consequences to bear.
Post by: Keep Looking on March 31, 2020, 10:53:31 AM
so this is where it gets you -
and you thought you had escaped.
starched-white bedsheets cover your body
like a shroud - like the wings of death.
and as you lie, as the itching creeps up your neck
burrowing deep into your bones, stiffening your skin
you call upon the name of every god you know
that these sheets might be a shroud
and not a cloak. let them be still.
let death’s white wings sweep up your soul
and take it somewhere. anywhere but here
where darkness already creeps up the walls
filling the air with broken whispers.
you are surrounded by the ruins of hope -
how swiftly hope turns to despair.
Adventure 2, Page 254
The fire-smoke drifts up in waving dance
And fills the air with warmth and scents of home
Yet still you turn your gaze beyond the strings
As trails of footsteps lead to the unknown
What things lie here that footsteps have not shown?
Behind you, bathers splash and sunsets sing
The fire-smoke calls, the summer wind has blown
You give the winding path a parting glance,
Then go.
Post by: corncobman on April 01, 2020, 11:16:35 PM
There, Be Aware, There Be A Bear
In the picture, distant,
A faraway church we saw.
The maker of the prints,
The thudding of a paw.
In the scenes of a broken bar,
There stands a woken bear.
Split open and battle scarred,
Still strongly standing there.
Sniffing up on the counter,
Projectiles pierced and gored.
A ton of muscle, matted fur
And mortal damage it ignored.
Post by: Keep Looking on April 02, 2020, 02:47:07 AM
This is a city of ghosts.
Their echoes haunt these desolate streets, from the tall spire of the city hall to the rows of empty bar-stools and the rot that drips down menu-boards. Bottles stand on the shelves, long undrunk, looked upon by the pictures of the dead, while walls crumble and bass-heavy speakers lie silenced on the floor. The bench-top still bears the fingerprints of a thousand thirsty patrons, and tonight, after a near-century of silence, it bears a new load once more.
He is a ghost, too, though not of this city. He the honey-handed, he of the rough-coat, he the brown one, he the lord of the forest, where lakes lie still and trees touch the sky. They do not call him such names anymore. Small eyes drip with rot and darkness, shaggy fur is damp and arrow-pierced, claws drag heavily across the wood. Nostrils flare above still-sharp teeth, searching for something in the bones of this city. Someone.
The sun is setting. It would be wise to leave.
Post by: corncobman on April 02, 2020, 10:35:18 PM
Scare Bears
The bear with a snort,
It continues its march.
Its stay was short,
It's large and in charge.
With others of its species,
The roadways are scoured.
Heavy auxiliaries,
The very measure of power.
Like animals possessed,
A trio indiscreet.
Three bears abreast,
They own the street.
Post by: yeethaw_gang on April 02, 2020, 10:51:14 PM
Adventure 2, Page 256
The world turns as the sky turns red
And weary wanderers take their beds
But lurking as light and life turn dead
The hunters rear their shaggy heads
The dusky streets through which they wander
The secrets held and the buildings asunder
Entice them not, offer no value
They lumber ahead, and vanish from view
A silence stretches across the plain
A dying breath for dust to claim
Relish the respite while it lasts
For darkness comes - this day must pass
Post by: corncobman on April 05, 2020, 10:42:48 PM
Don't Make An Error, Perpetual Plague Bearer
The Kalma are trolls
That epitomise illness.
With bloated fat rolls
Oozing juices and mucus.
They might look slow, sickly,
Withering due to weakness.
But it's a trap, you see,
To help spread the sickness.
Born from particularly tending
People leaking their fluids,
Theirs an infectious unending,
Living now as they then lived.
Stay cautious, conscientious,
Do not be underestimating.
It's a critter clammy, contagious,
Post by: corncobman on April 06, 2020, 10:57:24 PM
Sneeze And Cough, Boil It Off
Kalma are fairly typically
Stationary trolls.
They're going to be unlikely
Found out there on a stroll.
They prefer to stay huddling,
Even with ideal elements.
But they'll attack suddenly
If people approach their dens.
One of three major origins
Of water contaminated.
Sudden, heavy taint is indication
Of a Kalma that's migrated.
Other tainted water sources
Being trolls and beasts aquatic
Or submerged rotting corpses
Making the water pro-biotic.
Boiling water makes it non-toxic
Though the taste can put you off,
In this way you won't be sick
And you won't sneeze and cough...
Some Kalma have developed
Excretions of corrosion.
Some of these can propel it
And/or die from their own potion.
Some have evolved as such
To have tougher skins and linings.
To survive their acid touch
And lengthen their survival.
Post by: corncobman on April 08, 2020, 10:30:37 PM
Ready, Aim, The Furries Came
In the downpour of rain
Beside the giant tree,
They struggle to maintain
Distance from the furries.
By ruined bricks and panes,
Guns drawn and readied.
Pistols and shotgun trained
On charging animals frenzied.
Precious seconds to buy,
They're running out of time.
To lay suppressing fire.
While they endeavour to climb.
Post by: Keep Looking on April 08, 2020, 11:31:13 PM
Take a breath.
Take a breath and keep your hands steady.
The rain is pouring down in buckets and drumming all around you, running in rivulets down tree-trunks and soaking into your boots. Listen - can you hear the rhythm? Can you hear the way it syncs with your racing heart?
They emerge from the darkness between the sheets of rain, searching, prowling closer. Another gust drowns out the sound of your panting breath, but there is no time to run. Send a prayer to every god you know, but stay on your feet. Face them as they come. Aim for the head, and hope that this tiny piece of metal is enough to make a difference.
Take a breath.
Take a breath and keep your hands steady.
Then shoot.
Post by: yeethaw_gang on April 09, 2020, 08:39:48 AM
Guns drawn, guards up
Get ready to shoot
Footsteps in the mud
Something’s after you
Rain soaked, bone cold
Stand your ground
As your last resort
Fire off a round
Post by: Keep Looking on April 09, 2020, 09:38:21 AM
Take a breath.
Take a breath and keep your hands steady.
The rain is pouring down in buckets and drumming all around you, running in rivulets down tree-trunks and soaking into your boots. Listen - can you hear the rhythm? Can you hear the way it syncs with your racing heart?
They emerge from the darkness between the sheets of rain, searching, prowling closer. Another gust drowns out the sound of your panting breath, but there is no time to run. Send a prayer to every god you know, but stay on your feet. Face them as they come. Aim for the head, and hope that this tiny piece of metal is enough to make a difference.
Take a breath.
Take a breath and keep your hands steady.
Then shoot.
Post by: Keep Looking on April 21, 2020, 02:18:38 AM
The lilypads float still in moonlit pool
As waterfowl dive down in search of prey
The eve has come, the tired air has cooled
So light your fire and watch the fading day
The wind is gentle as it shakes the leaves
And shivers through the grasses by the lake
Though storms may come, in stillness you believe
That life can give as much as it can take
Though terrors lurk beneath the moonlit trees
And future days will harbour countless tests
You sit here still, and feel the gentle breeze
And hope that someday you can find your rest
Post by: corncobman on April 21, 2020, 05:26:32 AM
Swede The Thicc Failed The Rubik?
Such a picture to inspire,
Awash in white and blueish-grey.
These foreign occupiers,
Resting in tranquilité...
A hard sought shelter worth,
Fruit of blood and fluids spilled.
Leaning on the sodden earth,
A cube of cubes lies still.
With the midnight moonlight fire,
A single sentry to police.
Dabbling so, the wetland fliers,
Twilight setting them at ease.
Post by: yeethaw_gang on April 21, 2020, 07:38:24 AM
Everything is still
No one dares to move
The morning dew stays frozen
On the leaves
But wait!
The pond surface ripples
The lily pads quiver
And a pair of ducks take center stage
Oh, to be a duck
Not a care in the world
Just looking for a meal
The chance to truly be wild
Not a law may bind me
No expectations to meet
No complications
I’ll be free to roam the streets
Post by: corncobman on April 23, 2020, 11:43:13 AM
Good Grief, Rotten Beef
Beware there little birds,
In the water, depths astray...
A disturbance occurs,
Quickly, flap away!
Beware those slumberers,
Something raised its snout...
In there something stirs,
Arouse you layabouts!
Beware you quiescent,
Dangers drawing near.
On the dormant there it hunts,
An abominable steer.
Beware the monitor,
Edging closer to you all...
An uninvited visitor,
Quickly, raise the call!
Post by: corncobman on April 23, 2020, 11:41:06 PM
Covered In Lilies, Giving Her The Willies
Where there was one bovine,
Several rise from the brine.
Tangled in lilies and vines,
Those glassy eyes, empty minds.
The thick painted lines
Forming protective designs,
To make them pass round, benign,
Shepherding steering blind?
Herding out from the lough,
The compromised cattle flock.
Passing by, the livestock,
Sigrun notices them, in shock.
Post by: Keep Looking on April 24, 2020, 02:07:19 AM
Underneath the lilies white
In silent waters dark and deep
Where tangled roots have masked the light
The pasture’s daughters lie asleep
Shrouded in the lilies white
Like corpses in their graves gone cold
Lain far from morning’s golden light
On pastures green, in times of old
Where beside the lilies white
The daughters raised their shaggy heads
Til shadows grew and found their bite
And bade them lie in watery beds
Dappled by the lilies white
The moonbeams fall through waters deep
To sing the voices of the night
And wake the ones who lie asleep
Rising from the lilies white
The daughters climb above the reeds
To walk the grass-lain fields by night
And tread their paths between the trees
Draped with ropes of lilies white
That strangle dim and clouded eyes
They bear the creeping shadow’s bite
Before the sunrise lights the skies
Underneath the lilies white
In silent waters dark and deep
Where tangled roots have masked the light
The pasture’s daughters lie asleep
Shrouded in the lilies white
Like corpses in their graves gone cold
Lain far from morning’s golden light
On pastures green, in times of old
(edit: I made a recording of this poem! Here it is: https://soundcloud.com/user-621540133/page-262)
Post by: yeethaw_gang on April 24, 2020, 08:08:32 AM
I would like to stay still
For centuries and eons
Let all the world pass by
It’s never done any good to me
I would like to stay immobile
Let my muscles decay
While flowers bloom
In my shoulder blades
I would like to be unmoving
With daises in my skull
Thistles growing through my fingers
Marigolds to render my voice null
But the world shifts and swirls
In my sleep, it pokes me
It shoves me forward
And says, “There’s so much to see!”
Life goes too fast, you have to move
That’s what they try to tell me
But for all I care, time can pass
While I remain stationary
Post by: corncobman on April 26, 2020, 10:16:16 PM
Quietly Remove The Diseased In The Hooves
Mad cows, grazers ill,
Splitting dynamically.
Bovines with the chills
Redirected magically.
Instinctive wills,
Moving mechanically.
Heading for the hills,
Flocking organically.
To the shore they spill,
Herding automatically.
Sigun quite still,
She sits quiet, panicky.
Post by: corncobman on April 27, 2020, 10:08:41 PM
Brain And Body Rested, Wants Again To Be Tested
With the herd gone
In the shadow of night,
The birds return at dawn,
Back from their flight.
The Finnish mage picks
The cube up off the grass,
Tried to work out its tricks
But he's at an impasse...
At the sight of the prints,
There must have been a ton!
Reynir helpd a lot, since
His runes worked everyone!
Post by: yeethaw_gang on April 28, 2020, 07:17:13 AM
An echo of a presence remains behind
The deep-set marks in the dirt
Are all that is left
Of a stampede of creatures changed beyond recognition
One pair of eyes had seen them
And had been more than grateful
For the mere strokes of ink
And for the one who wields the pen
Post by: Keep Looking on April 30, 2020, 05:00:28 AM
The hoof-prints that trample the mud and the grass
Are proof of a mage’s success
Around the stave bending their wandering path
While sleepers in safety did rest
But go now, you’re packed and there’s no time to talk
Let’s hope that a path will be shown
The sooner we catch up to he who is sought
The sooner we all can go home
Post by: corncobman on April 30, 2020, 11:49:22 PM
Is There A Plan For The Town? Asks The Man...
There's a lot of beast activity
During the summer stage.
No, his stave worked perfectly,
Reynir's a real combat mage!
Quit yer yapping, we're done packing,
Go and quickly find the lost.
The sooner we can track him,
We can leave. Yes, you're the boss.
So do they have any plans
When they reach the cursed town?
Will they even find the man,
Before it all comes crashing down?
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Pg 266
Optimistic Grin, The Soggy Trek Begins
"We'll figure it out", says she
Indeed, "When we get there!"
On the fly, will it be
On a hope and a prayer?
Opening up, the heavens,
A downpour thus ensues.
The faraway town beckons
For the tagalong crew.
Post by: yeethaw_gang on May 01, 2020, 08:06:09 AM
Rain falls from the heavens
The horizon clouds over
I’ve left my fate in Destiny’s hands
I make my way to wherever
There’s an abandoned road to follow
And people to walk along with
We’re few in our numbers
But we’ve fought monsters from myths
Post by: Keep Looking on May 01, 2020, 09:47:51 AM
You never quite know when the rain will fall down, but you wait for it anyway.
The wind is blowing from the ocean
It brings a scent you can’t quite trace -
A sense of thickness, perhaps?
On the horizon clouds gather, swirling in their greyness
Slowly creeping across the skies, they pull down a blanket -
They mask the warm-bright sun
The air tightens -
You breathe it in.
The air tightens, and you hold your breath
The first drop falls - or did it?
You aren’t quite sure.
Still, that spot of coldness came from somewhere
More droplets fall - there’s no doubt now
Then suddenly the deluge is coming down
Hammering hard on the road, drip-drip-dripping through the trees
The goosebumps on your arms belie your coldness
As the damp works its way beneath your cloak.
The drips are running down your back
And there in the cold-damp-dimness, you wonder -
Why are all your plans now washed away?
(did you ever see this coming?)
You never quite know when the rain will fall down, but you wait for it anyway.
Post by: corncobman on May 03, 2020, 10:53:25 PM
Grabbing A Brolly, Enter The Wally
The mage man grizzled,
Annoyed at the drizzle,
Past the others he whistles,
Like a heat seeking missile.
From the downpour onset,
To the buildings he jets.
A canopy from the wet.
Triumph yet, umbrella get!
Scout then calmly, walkin'
The parasol a-rockin'
Who let the puppy dog in?
Popping his unwelcome noggin.
Entering unauthorised,
Look at his utter surprise.
Just as well that they're allies,
Or Reynir would die otherwise...
Post by: corncobman on May 04, 2020, 11:37:35 PM
Umbrella To Spare, Lalli Will Not Share
He makes off like a shot.
A generous lad, he is not.
Lalli'd rather exert a lot
Than share with the clod.
So without another thought
He dashes to the same spot,
And back the scout trots
With a second umbrella he got.
He under his own one,
Three in aggregation,
Mikkel needing none,
He fears no precipitation.
Then, all of a sudden,
Kitty wakes with sibilation.
Suspicion, perception,
Trouble on the horizon...
Post by: yeethaw_gang on May 05, 2020, 06:24:34 AM
Two polar opposites, quiet and loud
One prefers to keep it in
While the other lets it out
When they end up together
Will they tolerate one another?
If you stuck them together
Would they exist in close proximity,
Or would they blow in a dazzling show
And leave the bystanders scrambling
Post by: Keep Looking on May 06, 2020, 09:47:12 PM
The footsteps cut through the rain and the mist
(listen. can you hear them walking?)
Bringing the voices of those now long-missed
(listen. can you hear them speaking?)
In long-lost days you called them your own
(look back. can you see them playing?)
Happily greeting them as they came home
(look back. can you see them coming?)
But when they came their voices were changed
(listen. can you feel them whispering?)
Bringing the twisting, the bone-deep dark pain
(listen. can you feel them aching?)
That trap you there in the rain and the mist
(look back. are you always waiting?)
Hearing the voices of those now long-missed
(listen. are their voices fading?)
Post by: corncobman on May 06, 2020, 10:40:48 PM
A Poodle Whines, This Is Not Fine
A poor soft, low whine,
A sad little doggy.
This wretched canine,
Muzzle of melancholy.
Don't let its pitiful
Appearance deceive.
Not an immune wild poodle,
It's an ancient beastie.
Is the dog taking refuge,
From the cold and the rain,
Or is it lying in ambush
To share its undying pain?
Reynir don't hang around,
Sigrun shoos him swiftly.
Off sideways he bounds,
Legging it briskly.
They must put it down,
As silently as they can.
Having issues with hounds,
Emil's not your man.
"Fine, I'll do it!" she says,
"Mikkel, be my back-up"
If there's any funny business,
Kill the damned pup.
Post by: corncobman on May 07, 2020, 11:35:24 PM
It Doesn't Pan Out, Mangled Mouth Fans Out
"Come ooon, come over!"
Come to me, poodle.
Come out, little rover,
Get a knife in the noodle...
Yes! Good boy! This won't hurt!
Dashing to her, the pooch.
Pretenses destroyed, converted,
Gashing mandibles huge!
Serrated canine's lateral,
A detestable bloody smile.
Mutilated headline unnatural,
Like mammalian crocodile.
Post by: corncobman on May 10, 2020, 11:34:17 PM
Gun The Mouth Of Gore, We Run Now Once More
It makes its fierce lunge,
With its rib-cage splayed.
As it tries to crunch
Using its orifice flayed...
An attack not so subtle,
The "BLAM!" of the gun!
Now clench our butt-holes
And we once again run.
Post by: yeethaw_gang on May 11, 2020, 06:59:37 AM
A gaping maw splits open
The ivory teeth gleam in the light
The blood, a violent shade of red
Drips onto the earth, staining it
Memories of years past
And pain and longing and suffering
Colour the dirt in droplets
As the mangled beast advances
Matted fur and malformed bones
It tears apart in two
And a bullet drives itself
Into the impenetrable dark of its mouth
Post by: corncobman on May 11, 2020, 10:32:42 PM
Watch Out For Surma, Remember? Doubts Turn To Tremors
Dog might have dog friends, and
Beasts like overcast roaming.
It's Surma they've to contend with,
They never know when it's coming.
Remember they've to watch out for,
That one particular nasty.
So let them not hang about any more
And get more distance more fastly...
However she's not so bothered,
But before she can finish her words...
The powerful howling they all heard.
Filling the air, something bestirred.
Post by: Keep Looking on May 11, 2020, 11:24:49 PM
When skies are grey and raindrops fall
And water trickles down the walls
Beware what haunts these open halls
When gunshots ring beneath the trees
And send their echoes on the breeze
Beware the ones who hear with ease
When howls are heard above the rain
And closer they are heard again
Beware what in these woods does reign
When swiftly footsteps beat in flight
And hearts are pounding in their fright
Beware what hunts in faded light
Post by: Keep Looking on May 13, 2020, 11:00:07 PM
There’s a flicker in the woods
As shadows dart between the trees
Tattered fur a mangled hood
Above the bleached and dripping teeth
Hunters of the greatest fear
Their shadowed claws are swift and sharp
Tortured ghosts of older years
Of lingering rot and growing dark
Long forsaken through the fall
As shadows twist their haunted marks
Leaving naught but stranded souls
In bodies made of broken parts
Post by: corncobman on May 13, 2020, 11:36:20 PM
Bounding In A Blur, Ferocious In Fur
A rustle in the brush,
A wild jet of fur,
A matte shadow, rush,
A worrisome flicker.
A vague hide, hurtles,
A barely visible blur.
A chilling encircle,
A tearing to torture.
A hushed, buzz, anxious,
A "Did you see that?" whisper,
A snort fearsome, fractious,
A wretched wolf as it were.
Post by: corncobman on May 14, 2020, 10:41:09 PM
Before The Pack Joins The Attack
He thinks they've been seen,
Popping up, adds the Swede.
The creature wild and mean
Has clearly got a bead.
Drawn knives, Norse and cleanser,
Eyes on the snarling creature.
The main fighters together,
Pointing to it is the leader.
It's a wolf, in the shadows,
It'll stay unless agitated.
They have to back away slow,
So that its pack's not aggregated.
A simple plan, to prevent a tail,
But before they can extricate...
Then comes a bellowing wail,
The howl signals it's too late.
Post by: corncobman on May 17, 2020, 11:50:44 PM
Slow Movements, Boring Prudence
Listen up you all, there's a change in plans:
She says "We are going this way instead."
No running, walk! Slow, boring movements, man!
They just have to move out of sight, she said.
Watching with their greedy gaze, beady-eyed,
Saliva drips from their ravenous tongues.
Sigrun's experience will be their guide,
Before they rush and make a pincer sprung.
They need to flee without exciting them,
To make escape from right under their face.
The wolf beast pack will hesitate to come,
Since they don't like to be the first to chase.
Can they evade from out the lupine storm?
Missing one has already led the swarm...
Post by: Keep Looking on May 18, 2020, 01:53:16 AM
A hundred footsteps beat the earth
walk softly through these woods
They speak of death, they speak of birth
walk softly and walk slow
They taste the air with shadowed tongues
walk softly through these woods
With golden eyes they watch as one
walk softly and walk slow
With terror sharp they pierce your heart
walk softly through these woods
But hunters never wish to part
walk softly and walk slow
Don’t let your footsteps feel your fear
walk softly through these woods
Lest hunter’s chase bring birth-death near
walk softly and walk slow
Post by: corncobman on May 18, 2020, 02:36:16 AM
Lupines Leapt To Intercept
Lidless eyes, suffer never to sleep.
Lipless mouths, licking endless sweep.
Lightless limbs, set ever to leap.
Lifeless minds, eternally creep.
Merciless maws, shadowed sickness seeps.
Pitiless teeth, a packed group to keep.
Heartless swarm, waylay the straying deep.
Ruthless wolves, to hunt wayless sheep.
Post by: yeethaw_gang on May 18, 2020, 07:32:23 AM
Gather, gather
Under the bridge
Where we shall watch
We shall watch them
And wait for the sun to set
And the shadows to grow
The dark will spread
And we will hunt
And the moon shall shine
We shall follow their tracks
Until we find them
Then we strike
Gather, gather
Under the bridge
Where we shall wait
Post by: corncobman on May 18, 2020, 10:19:59 PM
By A Pebble Betrayed, Instigating A Raid
"Go go go!" They quietly evacuate,
Into the horizon the specks disappear.
The bunch of mutts, dumb, just silently wait...
Until a loose pebble kicks them in gear.
The sound of the stone, 'klak', like a cannon.
Triggers the rush of the pursuit in the rain.
The wailing doom, all along the channel,
Hunt hot on their heels - storming in the drain.
Reluctance short lived, no fault of their own,
Provoked by hapless forces external.
Destruction impending, dogs seeking bones.
Aroused blood-hounds, bloodthirsty dispersal.
The flood of the rain, the howl of the wind.
With broken restraints, the onslaught begins.
Post by: corncobman on May 20, 2020, 11:05:59 PM
Go AWOOOOOO To Pursue
Beat the bloody path, in down pouring spray,
Flee the canids' wrath, under gloom and grey.
They were the seekers, now they are the prey.
Sprint the hard metres, work to get away.
Danger after danger, seeming endless.
Beastly dirge, assaulting of the senses.
Screaming surge, essentially defenceless.
Dire wolves cry, howling bloody vengeance.
Tracking in a train, wicked, sinuous.
The chase is made, grey hound racers vicious.
Winding up a lane, crooked, tenebrous.
To take face-to-face with them canine kisses.
The horde of tangled limbs, ceaseless chasers,
A mountain in grey, voracious razors.
Post by: corncobman on May 21, 2020, 11:40:22 PM
A Rebound Stops The Hound With A FWOP!
Snarling tusks, whirling claws, long tongue slashing.
Serrated clamps extend, seeking purchase.
Snapping those canines, jaws open, gnashing,
Savagery champing, rend, freaking urges.
A doggedly dental dangerous dance,
Snapping at the explosive Swede maverick.
Frantic, mental, by the seat of his pants,
He uses the yellow shielding fabric.
Snatching the parasol from the shepherd,
Mouth agape like a foolish bystander.
To ward off the troll beastie ill-tempered,
Clutching the tool as if a zwei-hander.
Opening the spokes, the life-saving foil.
Audible poke, stay the chasing gargoyle.
Post by: Keep Looking on May 25, 2020, 12:06:13 AM
Dizzy-dazed they drift to a stop with their heads glancing, cocked, at their leader who stunned by a yellow umbrella is shaking its head with a nauseous fervour
(there’s a pause in the chase but it surely won’t last)
And the five from whose heels all the chasers have reeled with the burst of a neon-bright flash might feel some relief but they must keep up their desperate dash
(the chasers are dim but their footsteps are fast)
With a wiggle and flick now the sixth of five slips from the arms of her bearer who yells with a start as she flees with a dart to the tall-branching sheltering tree
(she claws the damp bark and she leaps up the mast)
Shouting the scout calls to do what cat does and to flee to the tree now and to shelter above because there is a place that the chasers can’t find and their claws cannot climb
(for surely this technique has worked in the past)
Post by: corncobman on May 25, 2020, 02:06:24 AM
Sentry Shouts "Into tree! Now!"
He makes his escape, deflection complete,
Gets distance amidst mystification.
Meanwhile the cat wriggles with restless feet.
Slipping the grip of her own conation.
Making her way in the break in the fence,
Against impassioned pleas of the minder.
With phrases in orders that barely make sense,
The scout calls them to follow behind her.
"Follow cat! Do what cat! Into tree! Now!"
Said he the Finnish sentry verbatim.
Hopefully they'll comprehend him somehow,
And heed the arborous ultimatum.
Little time now to waste, they must all flee,
Into the boughs of tree sanctuary.
Post by: corncobman on May 25, 2020, 10:33:03 PM
Sit And Wait, Noisy Bait
They dash to the most nearest pre-selected tree.
Leader mutters "This won't end well at all..."
Scarcely climbing ere the snapping beastly,
By the skin of his cape, Swedish Meatball.
Throws a deterring olfactory jab,
With the spike of green-yellow umbrella.
How many times can they perform such stabs,
Before fatigue catches out the fellas?
Now stuck sitting, the not-so merry band,
Waiting for the downpour and horde to pass.
Out up a tree with no ladder, stranded,
No quiet break in the face of this mass.
Nowhere to go, nothing to do, but wait.
More in store for the corps in that poor state.
--------------------------------------------
The rain falls
The wolf calls
Seize the tree
Amidst the caterwauls
As dictated
Get elevated
The mutt snaps but
Gets its muzzle ventilated
In the boughs
As time allows
This way they'll stay
'Til come home the cows
Post by: corncobman on May 26, 2020, 11:22:35 PM
Ferals Perilous, Rack The Consciousness
Any thoughts on what their next move should be?
Can't just sit there and hope they go away.
They cannot be there indefinitely,
Might not even make it to the next day.
She's aware. They'll starve before the wolves leave...
And also they're making way too much noise...
Circling and snapping below them, they weave.
Limited options, confined is their choice.
Sounds all around, like a call to menace.
Lured like a beacon, while they sit and stew.
With each moment, a crisis tremendous,
Their favour weakens, with nothing to do.
On the precipice, unsure, on the brink...
Any ideas? Any? Think, leader, think...!
Post by: corncobman on May 28, 2020, 11:52:20 PM
Stuck In A Tree, It's Cowardly
She says "I refuse to die in a tree."
Unready, "That's where cowards go to die."
Death in such a place, the indignity,
Circumventing Valhalla in the sky.
Opening the umbrella repeated,
Trying once again to repel the beast.
It jumps, it's snatched, the tactic defeated.
They can have a good vantage point, at least.
The wolf stares at them. In its jaws - its prize.
Their defences becoming ever less.
What will it take to see the sun rise,
In the face of such tireless savageness?
Too far too stab, too noisy to be shot.
Not like this. This is not a warrior's lot.
Post by: Keep Looking on May 28, 2020, 11:57:12 PM
I swear I will not die here, though
My heart is beating hard and fast
The wolves are baying down below
But no, this breath won’t be my last
I will not die a coward’s death
While clinging tightly to this tree
I wish to die with sword in hand
To stand and fight and never flee
I swear I’ll find a path for us
I’ll forge a way from branches high
No baying wolf will hunt us down
For this is not the place I’ll die
Post by: corncobman on June 01, 2020, 12:02:27 AM
If All Else Fails, Shoot All The Tails
Extreme times call for fast execution.
Thankfully, they will not be bullet-proof.
Let the shots ring out, firing solution,
In the face of the taunting, slurping wolf.
Leading by example, Sigrun commanding,
Blasting a barrage of bullets propelled.
Go get all of them! Leave no tail standing!
Get your feet on the ground and give 'em hell!
Fire your guns, don't let any get away!
Or they'll just come back to hunt us later!
Seek and destroy, fan out, take aim and spray.
Fingers held on the lead applicator.
In the shot-filled frenzy, triggers pumping,
A chilled eye sees, something else is coming...
Post by: corncobman on June 01, 2020, 10:18:54 PM
Bad Tidings, Get To Hiding!
He says "Something else bad coming! Hiding!"
He's understood, despite his sense of tense.
To the nearest shelter, dash like lightning,
The guide pushes them to find cover hence.
"Great! I bet it's the big guy." She mutters,
Under her breath as they're forced to flee fast.
Make egress quick, before they're discovered,
Despite the bloodbath, danger hasn't passed.
While they sprint and bound for the domicile,
During his clamber his Rubik's cube dropped.
Lalli tries to retrieve but for a while,
His mage eye vision forcing him to stop.
He's had his fun, the toy's all but lost and
It's not worth it, it must be abandoned.
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I Dropped The Box (based on I Fought The Law lyrics by Sonny Curtis)
Gotta get clear, you big dumb
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I tried to solve it and it was fun
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I left my cubie and it feels so bad
Guess my game is done
It's the best toy that I ever had
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the
Blastin' beasties with a hot gun
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I lost my cube and I lost my fun
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I left my cubie and it feels so bad
Guess my game is done
It's the best toy that I ever had
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the thing comes
I dropped the box and the
Post by: corncobman on June 04, 2020, 12:28:45 AM
Hide Together, Spy Leafy Leather
In the rubble and wreck, past the beams criss-crossed,
All hands on deck, all eyes peer through the gap.
Curiosity like an albatross,
To glimpse the creature, what has them entrapped?
Focus trained eyes, vision beyond enhanced.
On distance foliage, attention kept.
Nothing escaping the sentinel's glance.
Ever gradual, the faraway crept.
Hearing it, "mooo" before it has been seen,
Surely this bovine no cause for alarm?
A cattle calling ground beef in leafy green,
A single bush taurus, a funny farm.
More noise, more din, yet more sonance drones on.
More critters therein get constantly drawn.
Post by: Keep Looking on June 04, 2020, 09:53:33 PM
Gentleness is not a word of this new world.
No. Here, in these twisted tree-lined halls, the hunger that turns stomachs inside-out does not ask for a bloodless quarry. This is the order of things, the stretch and tear of fresh-dead flesh, the hunters that chase and the scavengers trailing behind.
And yet. There is something almost peaceful here, as tangled herds of long-passed wanderers graze a darker grass. Soon, as the shadowed sun dips into red-tinged dusk, nothing will remain. No twisted, twitching corpses lying strewn, no rot or foul miasma in the gentle summer air. Nothing will be left here but hoof-prints and splintered bones, to be claimed by the dirt and the damp of the rains.
This is the order of things, in the sharpness and the softness of a new world.
Post by: corncobman on June 05, 2020, 03:04:42 AM
Sick Meat Grazing, Vomit Raising
The whole herd emerges from the thicket,
Surveying the scene, the cadavers prone.
Nudging the discarded umbrella, the sickened,
Nearing the bodies of wolves over blown.
Nose to the gore, glass-eyed cattle sniffing,
Sanguine aroma of meat and torn bone.
Sampling a morsel, horror unliving.
Now all tearing chunks, bite, voracious drones.
Distressing grazers, unlivestock debased,
Degraded eating the spoils of the day.
Autonomous like some instinct replaced,
Scavenging corpses like mammals of prey.
Wafting through the air are the bloody notes.
Sick to the stomach, disgust to the throat.
Post by: corncobman on June 07, 2020, 11:05:05 PM
Leg It Fast, Avoid Overcast
"Let's vanish." is the suggestion she put,
Hunter using her honed tactical wit.
They all flee quickly, procession on foot,
All the running's at least keeping them fit...
A safe distance gained, managed by them all.
Opening the one umbrella they saved.
Who will share the shade under the rain fall?
The Swede shouldn't be one, his one was waived!
"What have we learned?" is the question today,
Asks the rhetorical at this juncture.
Overcast makes all the beasts keen to play,
It's better to set up camp and hunker.
Fishing through his pockets, it doesn't click.
Forgetting he dropped it, something Rubik.
Post by: corncobman on June 11, 2020, 02:30:59 AM
Emotionally Investing, Loss Is Testing
The missing colour cube, he recollects.
An item prized to the taciturn Finn.
Lost memories of the drop-ped object.
Total recall, picture in his chagrin.
That 'Surma' thing, Sigrun's still not compelled,
Its existence she questioned in her sense.
Has the seagull guy even beheld it?
Is he senile in warnings to dispense?
Never before has he been so engrossed,
He was emotionally invested.
So close to solving it, nearly, almost...
Even in his sleep, he's ever restless.
The Rubik block sought... the lost brick of squares...
The cube stalks his thoughts... it haunts his nightmares...
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Pg 289
Likely Alibis To Retrieve His Prize
Sigrun saying "At least the weather gods
Are trying to make up for yesterday!"
The scout heads out, back to track, on the job.
To make sure their rear is clear and okay.
He says to the Swede, back in an hour.
"Where are you going?" questions does she.
Hurrying back to the best of his power,
Checking not his aim, he told a porky!
Returned to the ruins, scene of the crime,
Loss of the object made his head muddle.
The ranger coming just at the right time.
Found his treasure, the box of puzzle.
A night of grief, restless, a detour brief.
To retrieve his precious, his face - relief!
Post by: corncobman on June 11, 2020, 11:14:27 PM
To Get In Hubris, Cow Head Torsoless
He retrieves his cube, closed eyes, with a smile.
Putting his hand on the coloured knick-knack.
He opens his eyes, looks around a while-
A carcass bovine, disembowelled and hacked!
One hand on the cube, one hand on the rock.
A die-o-rama in his face, so near.
Taking a pause, in mild surprise and shock.
Gruesome details becoming ever clear.
Internal organs, like a curtain draped,
Head and skull there casually discarded.
Meat, blood and sinews - pasted and scraped.
What little remains, splattered in parting.
Something else takes his eye, what does he spot?
A sinking feeling, his stomach in knots.
Post by: corncobman on June 15, 2020, 01:46:06 AM
Observing Witless, The Carving Vicious.
On the tree branches, flesh chunks do hang.
Spattered, painted, shades of deepest crimson.
Bent saplings forth where a behemoth sprang.
The cattle sliced into mass extinction.
Butchery! Slaughter! The carnage arrayed!
Portioned into neat slices and giblets.
Savage emnity directly displayed.
If only he could show what he's witnessed.
No carcass untouched, no tree unpainted.
At this grim event, what will the ranger?
The being that left, not yet acquainted.
Remnants, reminders of hidden danger.
Jaw-dropping havoc, brutality took form.
Came with the night rain, the ravaging storm.
Post by: corncobman on June 16, 2020, 12:04:36 AM
Reckless As Hell, In The Crevice It Dwells
Scattered marbled bodies, in cross-sections.
Patterned in blood, in the sunlight, they shine.
A dissected ruminant collection,
Rived asunder, severed along the spine.
Smeared and stained red, skin torn, exposed ribs.
Slaying with its unnaturally sharp nails.
With speed and strength, nothing escaped its grip.
The laying shield broken, leads off the trail...
Depraved from the deepest dark crevices.
An unhallowed, inconceivable threat.
How far away is the unseen menace?
Is it close? Is escape feasible yet?
Hateful to the world. All it finds is cleft.
Accursed wings furled, it still hasn't left!
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Hold Your Spine (Based on Hold The Line By Toto)
It's all in the way that you woke me
It's all in the way you shot in the air
It's all in the way all the noises offend
It's all in the way that my madness descends
It's all in the way you shook all the quiet and the peace with your crew
Hold your spine
You won't run away this time
Woah-woah-woah
Hold your spine
You won't run away this time
Woah-woah-woah
It's all in the way you disturbed me
It's all in the way you strayed, you're mine
It's all in the way that you came back to me
It's all in the way that I'll never be free
It's all in the way you shook all the quiet and the peace with your crew
Hold your spine
You won't run away this time
Woah-woah-woah
Hold your spine
You won't run away this time
Woah-woah-woah
It's all in the way you disturbed me
It's all in the way you strayed, you're mine
It's all in the way that you came back to me
It's all in the way that I'll never be free
It's all in the way you shook all the quiet and the peace with your crew
Hold your spine
You won't run away this time
Woah-woah-woah
Hold your spine
You won't run away this time
You won't run away this time
Hold your spine
You won't run away this time
You won't run away
You won't run away this time
Hold your spine
You won't run away this time
You won't run away this time
You won't run away this time
You won't run away this time
Whoah-ooh-ooh
Post by: corncobman on June 17, 2020, 10:32:17 PM
Returning From Detour, Concerning Fervour
With the carnage reckoned he takes his cue.
His treasure thus secured, into his cape.
There is not a millisecond to lose,
Pocket the cube, to make a quick escape.
Packing, checking their equipment pristine.
The kitty lay prone, the cleanser knelt.
Preening, keeping their materials clean.
Unaware of the horrors that befell.
He dashes, quicker, faster, to return.
The others have no urgency, a yawn...
Rustle, hustle, through the shrubs and the ferns..
Hurry away, before they're set upon!
Calm down, they weren't set to leave him behind!
Unconscious of his frenzied state of mind...
Post by: corncobman on June 18, 2020, 10:36:45 PM
Gasp For Air, Surma's There!
Taking a moment or several ones,
Gasp and puff to catch his breath.
Until finally the single word comes,
He stutters and utters the name of death.
Looks of dismay, surprise, and suspicion.
The word Surma was not hoped to be said.
Again they must make their expedition.
Quiet and quick their pursuer to shed.
Fleeing, they run the road together,
Ere the doombringer has heard or seen them.
Leaving, loaded, making hell for leather...
To disperse utmost distance between them.
The soldiers driving, seeking to make haste.
Claws folded, biding, eager to lay waste.
Post by: Keep Looking on June 19, 2020, 12:04:42 AM
The beat of your heart is a drumroll that matches
The inhale and exhale, the burn of your lungs
A thump in your chest with each raggedy breath as
You time the sharp gasps with each step that you run
The rhythm of footsteps pounds hard on the pavement
And shudders an earthquake through all of your bones
Your thighs start to ache and with each step you take it
Sends nausea rising like bile up your throat
The air that you breathe has gone sharp as it moves through
Your mouth with a dryness that sticks to your tongue
While each breath you take brings a sting and a shake to
The drum of your heartbeat but still you must run
Post by: corncobman on June 20, 2020, 10:03:07 AM
Faceless Preying Threat, Finger Bayonets
Digit sabres dipped
Rived and torn and ripped
Haematic splashes drip
From tentacle-like grips
Corrugated sinews
Crumpled tissues
Desiccated recluse
Biding out of view
Faceless armageddon
Arthritic weapons
Skeletal, deadened
The mere name threatens
Age-d, wretched palms
Boding, almost calm
With explosive qualms
Folded, stretch-ed, damned
Post by: corncobman on June 22, 2020, 11:03:26 PM
Retaining Their Traits, Hard to Eradicate
Wolf packs a source of fear even alive.
The Illness now brings a terrifying twist.
Retaining their instincts when beastified,
Cursed to become some of the peskiest.
Stalking and killing, hunting for blood sport,
Not losing their rather bothersome traits.
Fast and quiet, a large pack in support,
Impossible to shake once they have the chase.
Keen is their sense, hard to eradicate.
When they are targets, will flee the canines.
Not totally safe from the mutated,
They only creep back some years down the line.
Features, behaviours, distinct regional.
Factors natural or meddling spiritual?
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Pg 296
True Names Forbidden, Cover Names Are Given
Strangely tongued, wearing its mane like a shroud.
Stalking from shadows, intimidating.
Uttering the true name is not allowed,
Instead cover names are designated.
Never refer to the beast as "Susi".
For your own luck and safety, restricted.
"Hukka", "Hiiden hurtta", "Häntäheikki".
These instead being the names permitted.
There are other kinds such as in Norway.
"Fenrir" adapted with massive thick hides.
These are more active in cold wint'ry days.
A lone one can rip through groups with its bites.
The rare seen "Månegarm", hailing from Sweden.
Eclipses spawn their fast, silent advent.
Post by: corncobman on July 04, 2020, 12:50:16 AM
With The Dawn, A New Marathon
Through multiple glades,
And numerous dawns,
Through flames and blades,
The hunt continues on.
Past teeth and talons,
Through ancient stockades,
Like a beacon shone,
Their hope doesn't fade.
For the merest hints,
With brains and brawn.
Not a rapid sprint,
But a great marathon.
Past grey barricades,
Monsters of tin,
Making their raids,
Round occupied inns,
An unending haze,
The warriors within.
Chasing for days,
The wayward Finn.
Through rains, mud slick,
Thunder, winds buffeting.
On rooftops, loosed brick,
From mammoths of sin,
A journey lunatic,
Full of struggling,
A stop far from quick,
So get buckled in.
Post by: corncobman on July 13, 2020, 06:05:25 AM
Wings In Suspended Animation, Things Infected Hibernation
Among the verdant leaves,
Beneath the shade of beams,
Under the angled eaves,
Not all is as it seems.
On a clearing by the ferns,
Animation did suspend.
Wings still, overturned,
Frozen in a quiet end.
Beyond the cityscape,
The forests extend beyond,
Hulky curled up shapes,
Obscured by stretching fronds.
Lounging by the way.
Nestled in the foliage, lay.
Making a startling exposé
To any noisy erring prey.
Post by: Keep Looking on July 13, 2020, 08:02:37 AM
The sun shines bright upon the leaves
And all the clouds have parted
Yet though this path’s bedecked with greens
Our fear has not departed
Beneath the beams from years gone by
The hunters three are sleeping
Their bloodied, battered bodies lie
A danger closely creeping
And laying still upon their sides
Their lungs devoid of breath
The dancers of the skies so wide
Have fallen down to death
Post by: corncobman on July 13, 2020, 10:55:30 PM
Bears Inhabiting, Rare Revisiting
The three bears supine,
Sharing space squatted.
One speared, like spines,
One headless and rotted.
One declawed into bone,
Spiked and battle torn.
Mammoths unbroken prone,
Damage and weapon worn.
A mystic connection,
Spectral, phantasmal.
Just out of detection,
A phenomenon paranormal.
A black orb swirling,
Debris, leaf, twisting.
Then the vortex uncurling,
A quiet waning existence.
A little window's peek.
A little wing on a mission.
A little phantom's beak.
A little vision in position.
Post by: corncobman on July 16, 2020, 03:50:47 AM
Stealthy Sprite, Stay Out Of Sight
Raising skin crumpled,
Its head, putrid brute.
Keep out of trouble,
Slip back, quickly scoot.
Without even a tweet,
The bright bird takes flight.
Reconnaissance complete,
The guardian sprite.
Through leaf and cement,
A jungle she leaves.
While focused, hell-bent,
The busy hands weave.
Post by: Keep Looking on July 16, 2020, 11:12:25 PM
Why are you here, little bird?
Did not the swan claim you from the waters?
This is not your home anymore - you fly
Unseen, you speak unheard by all
Except one. Is he your reason?
He walks towards his own doom -
You know that, and yet still
You remain. Do you protect him?
He wanted to protect you -
He is drowning in the weight of his failure.
His waters are dark (the water was dark)
He is sinking (you sank down) but
If you try hard enough then maybe,
Just maybe - he will swim.
Why are you here, little bird?
Did not the swan claim you from the waters?
This is not your home anymore.
Post by: Róisín on July 17, 2020, 12:51:45 AM
Post by: corncobman on July 17, 2020, 01:25:18 AM
Page 301
Point The Way... Okay
Attention is caught,
Taking a moment to plan.
A finger gun shot
By the gruff grizzled man.
His digit a roost,
For invisible kin?
Or is madness induced
And imagining things?
Hearing unspoken words,
Instructions recommended,
But he looks quite absurd,
With his finger extended.
No less determined,
No less affected,
Another Hotakainen,
Is he likewise connected?
Post by: Lallicat on July 18, 2020, 10:49:02 AM
Red headed dreamer
Eyes opened wide
You left home in a crate
Not liking being kept inside
Inside you lives magic
Runes made to help
Like a cat you
Are mysterious and hard to read
Let yourself be liked and
Loved even
If they are "Stupid!"
Kittycat
In your spot on
The human's head
Twitching your tail
You keep guard
Twittering bird
Upon that tree branch
Unafraid for what's to come
Ready to fight
In your place: beside your family
Electric sparks leap
Mesmerising you as they
Incinerate forests; destroying to rebuild
Lovely, beautiful, fire
On the grumpy side you
Neglect to wear a smile but
Nobody is fooled we know that
Inside, you care
Man of few words, the
Image of stoicism, you
Keep the crew from falling to pieces
Knowing to keep calm
Even in the worst of situations you are
Levelheaded
Serving as an expedition leader
Is understanding that a
Great captain never
Runs from danger
Unless there is
No one left to save
Post by: Róisín on July 18, 2020, 05:01:48 PM
Post by: Jitter on July 18, 2020, 06:16:50 PM
And corncobman, your consistent work and high quality never ceases to amaze me!
I really should take the haikus up again.
Post by: corncobman on July 19, 2020, 11:21:50 PM
Vain Geezer Solved The Brain-teaser
The impatient scout,
Strolling about.
His arms crossed,
Staring with frost.
His eyes shooting holes,
Waiting for slow bro.
Okay, translate that!
Where are they at?
He tries this riddle,
Are they in the middle?
What does the sign say...
The city centre's that way?
The meatball most best
Has solved the great test.
Do they really plan to go there?
Enter the centre if you dare...
Post by: muidole on July 19, 2020, 11:30:09 PM
The meatball most best
Has solved the great test.
Do they really plan to go there?
Enter the centre if you dare...
Please please please tell me that “The Meatball” is now a new nickname for Emil.
Post by: Keep Looking on July 20, 2020, 12:56:18 AM
Post by: corncobman on July 21, 2020, 05:34:11 AM
"Why Not?" She Said, Follow The Mage-Threads
Sure, why not proceed?
Where else would they go?
The mage threads that way lead,
So they must follow as shown.
They'll do an initial sweep,
And assess the danger status.
Leaning on the wires, the dweeb,
Triggering the manic magus.
The other thing or things
Is touching the barrier again,
And it's close contacting
This time, unlike back then.
The shabby mage quite unhappy
At the intruders at their space.
Let's hope they don't get stabby
Before meeting face-to-face.
Please please please tell me that “The Meatball” is now a new nickname for Emil.
Among other things, sure, why not?
Post by: JoB on July 21, 2020, 06:32:47 AM
Please please please tell me that “The Meatball” is now a new nickname for Emil.
Among other things, sure, why not?I guess that's bad news (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpZh7_pMdhw) for his relationship with Lalli (http://www.sssscomic.com/comic.php?page=389), then.
Post by: corncobman on July 22, 2020, 05:42:48 AM
Stay If You're Scared, Courage Impaired
If it's close, they should go look!
He can stay behind if he's all scared!
The ghost pigeon's talons hooked,
With psychology the sister dared.
Onni can come for extermination,
If the intruder is something gross.
"Fine, fine." He states with resignation,
There's no winning, especially with a ghost.
She rushes in front, ahead, racing,
To see what, if anything, caused the panic.
The shock of the sight is something amazing,
Flabbergasted, apoplectic, ecstatic.
At the interlopers, the strangers in sight,
He shouts "What?! NO! Why are they here?"
Hand-on-head, this is far from alright...
But birdy Tuuri is grinning from ear to ear.
Post by: corncobman on July 23, 2020, 11:14:23 PM
Dane Treacherous, Too Dangerous!
"It's that... that - FAT DANE!"
The bundle of nerves shouts.
Buckling under the strain,
After all, he was ratted out!
Now the flock of clowns insane
Is here! ...and Lalli the scout.
Great! Let's go meet them again!
"No!" The surly man pouts.
Firmly imposing his will,
Without any hesitation.
"You know it," he drills,
Reminding of the situation.
It's too dangerous for them here,
They're going to make them retreat!
But since they've already appeared,
It'll be an impossible feat...
Post by: Quetanto on July 26, 2020, 07:03:28 AM
Far-off Finland, family's 'fliction,
Home and hearth of heirs of horrors,
Sees the sorcerer search in silence,
Hears his heartbeats hamm'ring harshly.
Only Onni, old-heart, outer,
Merest madman, might in magecraft,
Listens loudly, lurks aloofly,
Searching, seeking, standing silent.
From his finger flutter feathers,
To his temper Tuuri teases,
Bird-in-beauty, bones behind her,
Secret soul that saneness succours.
Home and hearth of heirs of horrors,
Sees the sorcerer search in silence,
Hears his heartbeats hamm'ring harshly.
Only Onni, old-heart, outer,
Merest madman, might in magecraft,
Listens loudly, lurks aloofly,
Searching, seeking, standing silent.
From his finger flutter feathers,
To his temper Tuuri teases,
Bird-in-beauty, bones behind her,
Secret soul that saneness succours.
Post by: Keep Looking on July 26, 2020, 09:20:17 PM
I've been a bit lax on the poetry front lately, since I've been busy and also I find it hard to write poetry when I'm laughing too hard at Onni's... questionable exploits. I have been writing more personal poetry though!
Post by: corncobman on July 26, 2020, 11:20:24 PM
Stabbed With His Spear, Grabbed For A Plan Unclear
"Find me an easy target to spear!"
Putting his mask on, he continues "Quick!"
The kindred spirit sis alerts the seer,
Found one, slug-like, to impale with his stick.
Dashing to the object creature chosen,
With an almighty two-handed thrust - "TSOK!",
The slain carcass is dragged to the open,
What plan or notion does he have in stock?
Working quickly he puts into action,
Taking along the pole positioned prey.
Using it to fabricate and fashion
Something to turn back the unwanted strays?
A critter in hand, individual's plan.
No party, no band, no company man.
Post by: Keep Looking on July 27, 2020, 02:09:11 AM
It hangs from the ceiling
Desperately feeling
For anything, anything
(just ease this pain)
As dawn turns to daylight
Sun burns away sight
So blindingly, blindingly
(til night comes again)
But desperate to ravage
Spear-tips that damage
Cut piercingly, piercingly
(blood falls like rain)
As ebbing and dying
In silence it’s crying
For anything, anything
(what’s there to gain)
Post by: Keep Looking on July 30, 2020, 10:14:12 PM
Scrawl your messy writing
On cracked and weathered boards.
Spear a monster through the heart.
I’ve seen worse.
The creature that stalks these woods
That stole our childhood with a glance
And a breath. Your quarry -
I have looked it in the face.
Have I told you what I saw that day?
Did I speak of what happened last winter?
I know what danger is, Onni.
I’ve fought it and come out alive.
Protect me like a child
With a safety net of lies.
I have seen what you fear most -
You think some blood can scare me?
Stop hiding in the dark.
Don’t try to trick me with stupid schemes.
I know it’s you, Onni.
You know as well as I do.
This is no child’s game.
Post by: corncobman on August 01, 2020, 12:27:48 AM
He Knows What To Prep, Sudden Back-Step
He knows how to scare them away,
Onni saying with assurance.
He'll make a gruesome display
To repel the unwanted tourists.
The group stumbles about
Maybe they should get a map...
The abruptly stopped scout,
Headbutts the Swedish chap.
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Pg 308
One Man Struggles, One Man Chuckles
An effigy impaled,
Warning signs skirt.
Bloody words detail
The group to divert
Javelin through its head,
The evidence planted.
Written, inked in red,
But can they understand it?
An attempted translation.
He has some language trouble.
Certain cats in observation
Are unmoved and unruffled.
The scout rolling his eyes,
This here scare tactic is weak.
Reynir far from terrorised,
He instead gives writing critique...
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Pg 309
He Is No Dunce, What Is This Stunt?
A spirit is threatening
With bad breath to eat them?
Sigrun is questioning
Sure he didn't misread, hmmm?
Do you sense any, Reynir,
Foul spirits in the vicinity?
Not really, it's unclear,
The mask hinders his sensitivity.
Unimpressed with the stunt,
The sentry the furthest from scared.
He calls to him at once.
Onni! He knows that you're there!
Post by: corncobman on August 03, 2020, 01:09:56 AM
Don't Make Him Kill Everyone, Ultimatum Has Begun
Get out here now!
Stand face to face,
Or he'll make enough sounds
To wake the whole place.
He's spiteful enough,
To let everyone die.
Will Onni call his bluff
Make your decision, big guy.
Lalli's told to pipe down,
He goes on, unheeded...
He'll get them wiped out,
Onni knows that he means it.
With loud noises threatened,
The sweat on his face beads.
He's given five seconds,
Is he forced to concede?
Post by: corncobman on August 03, 2020, 11:48:36 PM
Ready To Cry, A Pebble Flies
Pettiness, baiting,
To force from his perch.
Arms cross-ed, waiting,
For the kinsman to emerge.
The mark and the tracker,
Both staying tough.
Onni staring daggers,
Calling his bluff.
The 5 seconds elapse,
He readies his lungs.
He's hit by a scrap,
A pebble is flung!
Post by: corncobman on August 05, 2020, 11:30:59 PM
Point To The Back, Hide In His Pack
Hand to his hair,
He felt the impact.
Turning to from where
He was just smacked.
Scout, simmering, stares
At the source of the attack.
Onni standing there,
Pointing to the back.
Telling the little beak,
To his side pack to hide.
The idiots might shriek
At the sight of the sprite.
"Bah!" reluctantly burbles,
For a while longer to wait.
Secreted shortly, the squirrel
From her former squad mates.
Post by: Keep Looking on August 06, 2020, 02:14:40 AM
Reflected through the panes of shattered glass
Two pairs of eyes have met with matching glares
The searcher and his quarry, found at last
Both travel-stained with ragged silver hair
A family’s love, assurance held so sure
But love and pain are closely intertwined
When from its narrow tightrope, trust that falls
Is strangled by a safety net of lies
Post by: corncobman on August 06, 2020, 11:48:25 PM
Onni Beckons, What Do They Reckon?
His plan called off,
Onni silently waves there.
He signals them across
To a location safer.
Lalli still miffed,
He's still glaring,
For the past grift,
The scout unsparing.
Great, they found him!
Mission complete, team.
They'll have to surround him,
To drag kicking and screaming.
Unless, he says, they consider,
To leave Lalli here with him.
Onni can be babysitter
If Lalli doesn't kill him...
Post by: corncobman on August 09, 2020, 10:10:58 PM
Far From Dissuading Him, Reynir's The Same As Him
"You!" Onni rails,
With a face full of rage,
They'll talk in detail,
Once they're somewhere safe.
"Hello!" pops up Reynir,
A bewildering loon.
"What are you doing here?
Aren't you non-immune?"
"Aren't you?" he retorts,
The truth unmistakable.
Onni's a mage, in short,
Self-preservation capable.
If he may be so bold,
"Ahem!" Reynir replies.
The point that he holds:
To that degree he's likewise.
Post by: corncobman on August 10, 2020, 11:31:19 PM
Don't Yap, Chap, Or You'll Get Slapped
The Owl-man Onni led,
They make off to shore.
A boat there they get
With a solitary oar.
Can't resist, his gums flap.
Allowed to talk yet, or...?
He is suddenly slapped.
His left cheek left sore.
Post by: corncobman on August 12, 2020, 10:41:34 PM
Mosquitoes Die From Troll Blood Supply
He stares at his palm.
A sucker of blood smashed.
Wait... is there a chance
This carries the rash?
There isn't, Onni insists,
Mosqitoes die from troll blood.
There isn't any risk
If they encounter these bugs.
They only survive in places
Free from trolls, sheltered.
That's why a camp base
Like this is much better.
It's a way to identify
Which areas are troll-free.
But this still wouldn't fly
If it were at all up to me.
Post by: corncobman on August 14, 2020, 12:40:21 AM
Plan is To Clobber And Tie, Flying By, Lalli, Hi!
Don't pay the animals
You see here any mind.
Worry not, they're all
Immune to rash you'll find.
He says "We're here, go ahead."
"Eee!" the bird's response.
Flying past the vet, and
The leader's nonchalance.
They concoct a cunning plan
To clobber, kidnap and tie.
Try to talk, says the man,
As the unseen flutters by.
Flapping past the blondie Swede,
To talk to those that see her.
Death was not the end indeed,
Only made her materially freer.
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Hey, It's Me Tuuri (based on Angel of Mercy by Dire Straits)
Well there's a circle of fools
Shepherd's not bright
I got the reunion cool
Yes and the cousin's uptight
Now a few little words from a heavenly sprite
That's quite uncommon
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
I've come in a form
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
I'm a little airborne
The bright chick return-ed comes distinctly respawned
Almost forgotten
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Hey, I'm a sprite
You're a sight for eyes sore
Don't be surprised
Now I'm restored
In a body of light
Sweet stranger
Well now it's the time for talking
We can talk now cousin
Let the family converse till the chorus of dawn
All we need is a little conversation
You got a reception
Well now we've come reunited, talk to me, yeah
Hey, it's me, Tuuri, Reynir turn your red head
Don't look at me funny
I'm just a bit dead
It's resurrection yeah
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Hey, I'm a sprite
You're a sight for eyes sore
Don't be surprised
Now I'm restored
In a body of light
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Got me dead in your sight
Well, I can't really calmly sit
I swear that death really does a number
You got to get into it
I gotta tell you that I'm ready for another
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Hey, I'm a sprite
You're a sight for eyes sore
Don't be surprised
Now I'm restored
In a body of light
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Got me dead in your sight
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
You got that right
You're a sight for eyes sore
Don't be surprised
Now I'm restored
In a body of light
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Got me dead in your sight
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
A birdy in flight
You're a sight for eyes sore
Don't be surprised
Now I'm restored
In a body of light
Hey, it's me, Tuuri
Got me dead in your sight
Post by: corncobman on August 16, 2020, 11:38:24 PM
Springing Kinetic, Unapologetic
"Tuuri?" a quite surprised Lalli asking.
"Yep!" is the reply, the birdy with pep.
Back with a vengeance, a manner flashing,
Onto his hand, the beaming pigeon stepped.
Is there a reason he lied to his kin,
Regarding his heading and his purpose?
Didn't want him to come and be done in,
But isn't Onni here alone much worse?
That's irrelevant, he simply stated,
He doesn't care what happens to himself.
With the mask there, Mikkel's not persuaded,
Doubtful he doesn't care about his health.
Slipping his grip, a concussive imprint
Sorry, not sorry, 'twas an accident.
Post by: corncobman on August 18, 2020, 11:59:12 AM
Her Time Is Finite, To Wrest Grandma From The Blight
Are you... somehow alive?
Stupid, of course not!
Only here for a short while,
As her help was sought.
To reclaim grandma's spirit,
From the thing holding prisoner,
And in some way deliver it
To give peace of some measure.
With purpose, resolutely,
Togther from both sides.
To fulfil their duties
As Finnish soul guides.
Post by: corncobman on August 20, 2020, 10:55:45 PM
No Hunting In Lehto Land, Or The Community Be Damned
A little oasis, in
A mostly barren land
Welcome to these spaces,
But hunting strictly banned.
Protected by nature spirits
And the pair of forest gods.
Don't disturb the wildlife in it,
Or woe betide the offending sods.
Not only the individual
Will face the spirits' ire,
The whole community miserable
Will be in retribution mired.
Nearly extinct in many areas,
Mosquitoes you'll find therein.
Eerie but not precarious,
At worst they'll prick your skin.
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To Harvest Mushrooms And Berries Is Not Easy In These Sanctuaries
Trees as shelter do provide
But let under-vegetation bloom,
As they always let through the light,
Unlike the forests in the gloom.
Fertile soil in such oases
Supports a myriad of plants.
License to harvest these
Is not so readily granted.
Finding in a lehto, the lucky some,
An old world sauna still intact.
Give the spirits in it, to thank them,
A small appreciative snack.
Post by: corncobman on August 23, 2020, 11:59:41 PM
Skies Of Red, As She Flies Ahead
In a dawn of fiery skies,
A forest framed in red,
Looming in mammoth size,
The frayed, disease-d heads
Briery jackets thatched,
Raising ruined fading cages.
Crumbling, peeling, patched,
Rearing their putrescent faces.
Familiar brightly flies
As the other behind treads,
Before the binds that tie
Return her with the dead.
The companion attached
To the lonely defiant sage.
For a soul to catch
And bring the closing stage.
Post by: corncobman on August 31, 2020, 12:54:11 AM
Just A Vessel, Nothing Special
"Tuuri! Hey, Tuuri!"
An idiot obsessed there.
He asks "Can you see me?"
"I can see you!" he pesters.
"Yes, stupid!" she sasses,
Losing patience with Braidy.
From the man harassing,
Can they move away already?
The bird is just the vessel
That her spirit is now in,
As if it's nothing special
Or not so awe-inspiring.
Not getting the picture, Sigrun
Says "Stop squabbling over there."
Then saying the Icelandic one:
"But... it's Tuuri." pointing to air.
Post by: corncobman on August 31, 2020, 11:08:57 PM
Sorries Expressed, They've Been Finessed
You can't see her? It's okay,
Mikkel tell them she's here.
He uses a miming display,
Finger extended, sincere.
The others bend down to
Observe the empty digit.
Sending sorries profound,
To the invisible spirit.
Look at Reynir, so happy,
He's just pulling their chains.
It's a ruse, not classy,
Lalli, Tuuri not entertained.
Post by: corncobman on September 03, 2020, 03:41:23 AM
Hen Pecked, Face Wrecked.
Kitty little curious,
Hops onto the shoulder.
With a little wariness,
Pawing, a bit bolder.
Like a gelatin cloud,
A form demi-corporeal.
A jolting nip loud,
Causing to go aerial.
Suddenly snapped,
Bit semi-material.
The cat in a flap,
Delirium ethereal.
Did not anticipate
The claws, did the ghost.
Her actions did create
An instant scratching-post.
Post by: corncobman on September 03, 2020, 11:04:41 PM
No More Lacerations, Now Conversations
Conjured his sister's soul,
From the afterlife Onni did.
For what reason, what end goal
Was so an unorthodox move made?
Whatever rationale he has,
Will Onni spill his beans?
We won't know what it be, as
There's a dramatic change of scene.
There's a private conversation
'Tween a bloke 'n' birdy in his hand.
To glean some vital information
For the situation as it stands.
How did Tuuri slip away, out
Of Tuonela? the cousin quizzed.
She doesn't know exactly, what
The spirit can remember is...?
Post by: corncobman on September 08, 2020, 12:39:56 AM
What Ritual Or Pledge, Man On The Edge?
She was sleeping at peace,
For a long time she feels.
Until suddenly from her sleep
She woke, and there was Onni!
What practice was incited,
By the man recently bereave-d,
What ritual, charm or rite
Did he use to retrieve her?
In deep territory raised,
Unbalanced and incongruous.
Staring, staunchly gazed,
As he stood on the precipice...
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Outlay Steep, Make The Leap
Teetering, hovering,
Over this external pool.
Reasoning, observing,
Ingenious or a fool?
Steadying, emboldening,
Downed bow and other tools.
For this burden shouldering,
Bending or breaking rules?
Compelling, preparing,
For a transient renewal.
Rescuing from despairing
Fate cold and cruel.
Hurdling, hovering,
Over this infernal pool.
Hurtling, unwavering,
Ingenious or a fool?
Post by: corncobman on September 10, 2020, 10:35:20 PM
Ever Deeper Descended, Nether Sleepers Suspended
Onni gets streamlined
To get a deep dive.
For a sister to find,
And somehow revive.
Plumbing ever the depths
In a black murky drink,
Ever shorter of breaths
Further, deeper he sinks.
From the living world bright,
To the shadows embrace.
Until surrounded by lights,
Frozen, suspended, in place.
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Before He Lays Hands On, Face To Face With A Swan
Surrounded, overwhelmed,
Hundreds, thousands, even.
In this dark under realm
He tries to get thievin'...
Souls, contained, crystalline,
Slumber numberless abound.
In the unlimited enshrined,
Will the lost one be found?
Into the vision entered
Of the sage seer rough.
A bird front and centre,
Plump, with a fringed tuft.
Fate or lucky chance,
Onni prepares to scoop.
Before he lays hands on,
The sudden spirit swan swooped.
Post by: corncobman on September 13, 2020, 11:00:28 PM
Grandma's Soul Trapped, He Alone Is Not Apt
Better than most, Onni knows,
What the swan does to the those
Who disturb the peaceful repose
Of the dead there so comatose.
Numerous feathers, like daggers,
Surround the head of the haggard.
Forming all around the laggard
Leaving him shell-shocked, staggered.
He better have a very compelling
Reason for such a failing
In entering this lake dwelling
That he better be unveiling.
Onni better abbreviate it,
A kade has grandma captivated.
It needs to be eliminated,
But the mage needs to be aided.
Post by: corncobman on September 14, 2020, 10:34:29 PM
One Soul Surrendered, Two Souls Indentured
The reason Onni stated
Is deemed unsatisfactory.
Grandma's soul sooner or later
Will get there ultimately.
Before his life ceased,
One last try to persuade.
Her soul will never released
Unless it's somehow conveyed.
If he dies now, nobody will.
There'll ever be one soul short.
The swan strikes him with her bill,
For now, he has her support.
For the summer he is lended
That one soul to cooperate.
Two souls are indentured,
A deal is negotiated.
Thus entered the brother,
A bargain unilateral.
One way or another
The swan will get two souls.
Post by: corncobman on September 16, 2020, 10:03:27 PM
Stomping, He Spurts, Swan Leaves Him Hurt
From a pool almost endless
He rises from the depths.
Floating upwards, senseless.
From death, a feather's breadth.
Dragged by a helping beak,
By his cloak, to the shore.
A stomp, forth water leaks,
Until he's spurting no more.
Air once again drawn,
Gasping, clutching, the twonk.
Thus the innocuous swan
Leaves with a parting honk.
Post by: corncobman on September 17, 2020, 10:42:49 PM
Felt Not So Nice, Melting Soul Ice
Paddling gradual,
Away, almost mocking.
The man left fragile
By the swanny honking.
His hard-sought sibling
Bestowed nonetheless.
Lying in the rippling
Water waking in a mess.
The soul shell shining,
Light signalling life.
A hold the all-enshrining
Melting chunk of ice.
Arising, overlying,
Starting, stirring, shaking.
From the blob liquefying,
A little head awakened.
Post by: corncobman on September 20, 2020, 10:47:47 PM
What Did He Do? The Swan Coming Is True
The two ice block halves
Split for her to emerge.
She's to continue her path
Until their demon is purged.
A state of perplexion
At the irregular outline.
Surprise to commotion
At the sibling supine.
What has Onni done?
How? What manner or method?
That son of a gun, has
He messed with the death god?
She pecks his face frenzied,
Now the swan will come kill him!
Calm down, little thing, steady.
The swan's permission was given.
From pure white to red,
A new appearance at will.
Transformed, the swan's head,
Feathers, giant eyes and bill.
Unmoved character translated,
With eyes almost in a scowl.
To get Tuuri placated,
Permission was granted, for now.
Post by: corncobman on September 22, 2020, 03:29:42 AM
Swan From The Lake, The Madman Will Take
To a corner long forgotten, long lost,
Long surrendered in a lifetime absent.
To breach, to retrieve, no matter the cost.
A dark, endless drop, a trying descent.
Look not too long for a familiar soul
Endless, countless lights, enclosed ice coffins.
A hard compromise for that which he stole.
One soul for two, even his own offered.
Back with the living, agreement brokered,
A face-full of beak, pecked after wakened.
Be chastised by a frantic snow bird,
The swan will come and you will be taken!
Calm down little one, it has been allowed
Her permission has been given, for now.
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A Few Weeks To Date, So Far, Not Great
Better not make the swan
Regret its gracious kindness!
Fetch the soul of the wayward one
Preferably with no mess.
Do it cleanly and fast
Without giving her a headache!
"Have a good day!" Splash! Splash!
It dove back into the lake.
It departed from their midst,
They have their objective.
The birdy couldn't resist
To then suddenly peck him.
That's Lalli up to speed,
That's all Tuuri knows.
She's been here a few weeks,
The progress has been slow.
So rather far from ideal
All the events up to date.
The spirit reveals that
It's not going that great.
Post by: corncobman on September 23, 2020, 10:35:57 PM
They Don't Need Help, They Just Need Help
She knows Onni's mad
That he's in danger here,
However Tuuri's glad!
They need help, it's clear.
In spite of Onni's bluster
That he needs no assistance,
All the help they can muster
Will meet little resistance.
Do they have an iota
Of what he's dealing with?
They've been adequately posted,
He's been hunting granny's myth.
On the hunt for their matriarch
Who has now become a kade.
She's not one, Onni remarks,
She is part, her soul one of many.
Post by: corncobman on September 24, 2020, 10:24:30 PM
A Clump Spirit-Wise, Protection - Bears Of Size
How many it comprises,
It's difficult to tell.
It's like a lump spirit-wise,
They all used to do spells.
Mages that were ensnared,
Off guard along its way.
Who knows and who cares
Who was the original kade.
Some random old world person
Who would have become a mage.
It was weak is his assertion,
It has protective bears arranged.
If it can't get in his mind,
It's nothing, all but toast!
Will he in time regret his pride,
His vain, hubristic boasts?
Post by: corncobman on September 27, 2020, 10:37:42 PM
At An Impasse, Bear Groupies Alas
They're a bear horde,
Consisting of three.
Always acting in accord,
They all seem to be.
Does the kade trail them,
Or are they following it?
They make his task unavailing,
He can't get close to it.
With big bear bodyguards
Flanking the target kade,
His errand all the more hard
With those things in the way.
The problem's main core
Is the big bear leader.
It's the matriarch for
Nothing seems to defeat her.
Post by: corncobman on September 28, 2020, 10:24:51 PM
Big Mother Bear Grooms, Giving Plenty Of Room
Great big mama bear
With instinct of tons.
The mother takes care
Of the two smaller ones.
It keeps them on track,
Grooms them, protects them.
A scrawny troll tried to flank,
The big bear just wrecked 'im.
If they are such a threat, how
Does Onni observe all of this?
Good job being smart, big vet,
Tuuri's the one to witness.
From the air, keeping her eyes
And so details to relay.
Onni's only seen the ursines
From way far, far away.
Post by: corncobman on October 01, 2020, 03:13:56 AM
Skin Contaminated, By Touch Irritated
They have identified
The weak link in the chain.
It's particularly sensitised
Due to its cutaneous complaints.
It's an ugly, sickly thing,
The weakness has been exposed.
Irritated by the string
Is the derma decomposed.
Lined the path all innocent,
Inadvertently it nosed.
A very touch is irritant,
Cords cut the figure closed.
Innocuous cables caught,
Strands stretching in strain.
As the tension pulls it taut,
It can only groan in pain.
Post by: corncobman on October 02, 2020, 01:46:09 AM
Herding Bears To Get Them Out of There
By controlling its movement
They control the entire group.
Corralling thus the malcontent
Will throw them for a loop.
Trying to drive them like this,
To a location for a trap.
Or throw them off a precipice
Completely off the map.
Why indeed is the mage so terse
Doing bear-herding in a city?
Such a place would be the worst,
Anywhere else would be more fitting...
Thank Mikkel for his wisdom great,
Onni never thought of this!
The bears ran into the city, mate,
They're trying to get them out of it!
Post by: corncobman on October 06, 2020, 09:50:51 AM
Take A Breath And Talk About Death
Every time he tried to
Get them to a good spot,
They would turn aside
And it would be for naught.
They'd run closer to the city,
Meaning weeks of frustration.
Just when he was getting pretty
Good, came the congregation.
Another thing to worry about,
Insists, he was fine on his own.
He may be a little stressed out,
As his outburst has clearly shown.
The last question remains,
Reynir asks "What about Surma?"
Onni racks his brains.
Did seagull guy not mention that?
Not understanding their talk,
Ignorant as they debated.
Sigun is not in this dialogue,
They'd better translate it later.
The great beast sensitive
At the loud sounds around it.
He says, casually dismissive,
He hasn't encountered it.
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Pg 344
Was It Made Up? Mikkel Stitched Up
Not as it was stated,
The monster that's alleged.
He think's it's fabricated
To keep people on edge.
At each other they eye,
Their reaction is apparent.
They're pretty sure, no lie,
That Surma is on the hunt.
Mikkel's been firing his
His gun, Reynir lies.
Stoic as they're conspiring
To make him the fall guy.
With mounting evidence
Why is he not surprised...
But if he's still not convinced,
Lalli saw it with his own eyes.
Post by: corncobman on October 07, 2020, 11:00:59 PM
No Shooting For His Sake, No Such Promise He Can Make
Do Onni a solid, not
To shoot things anywhere near.
Mikkel cannot promise, soon
He might shoot bears, he hears.
Throw some more logs on the fire,
The medic gets to translation.
Checkup with doctor kitty esquire
For a de-stressing consultation.
Making a review directorial
Of all the information drawn.
Attention, listen up you all!
She's put her best thinking cap on.
Post by: corncobman on October 08, 2020, 11:14:38 PM
Sauna Shared, Biggly Hair
A plan of action she's drafted,
To hunt bears with no-one eaten.
Bestest thinks, carefully crafted,
With this they'll not be beaten.
With the three young 'uns in sauna,
Discuss the leadership conference.
Big hair, jealous primadonna.
The scout between, in annoyance.
The plan's complicated, she warns.
The others probably won't get it.
Mikkel to the latter-born,
Will have to explain the set up.
This is the plan, she declares,
Unfurling the mighty page.
A sheet with diagrammed squares
And directions to engage.
Post by: corncobman on October 11, 2020, 10:48:21 PM
The Plan She Refers Is Only Complicated To Her
The plan so complicated,
Very deep and intricate.
Is it as cryptic as slated?
They've to dig a big pit.
Line the trench with stakes,
And cover up the opening.
As obscure as she makes it,
It's taken all of her cunning.
"I don't think he gets it."
Mikkel begs to argue.
Such an impenetrable etching,
However they'll get through.
With the diagram read
And the elaborate plan mapped,
All being done and said,
Tomorrow they'll set the trap.
Post by: corncobman on October 13, 2020, 02:30:47 AM
The Plan Is Decided, Get The Bears Divided
Of their assignment aware,
The planning stage done.
"We'll take out these bears",
Sigrun says, "one by one."
Shadow falls upon the outfit,
The kitty and birdy curled.
With the morning comes the pits,
Again against the silent world.
In a not-too-far locale,
The obstacles to their aims,
The bear family in turn shall
Await the night for their game.
Post by: corncobman on October 15, 2020, 12:54:04 AM
Enters The Glare, The Enkindled Bear
The bears hold close to nap,
A twisted wisp nearby wafts.
Darkness robed, anguish wrapped.
Dysphoria, it hovers aloft.
The collector, death reflected.
The bane billows, blotch-ed.
The protectors, the protected.
The watcher o'er the watch-ed.
Jointly in malignant plot,
Or by some dark directive.
Disease of mind, mortal rot,
Defences multi-vectored.
Raises its head to gaze,
Ponders, the mother bear.
Blazes its 'head', in phase,
Enters the eye, bleak despair.
Post by: corncobman on October 15, 2020, 10:05:04 PM
Kade Disperses, Flat Lie Urses
And so day comes to pass
In this make shift nest.
Resting they are en masse,
Yet never laying to rest.
Ursae lying ageless
Against the coming test.
Lull the unliving aegis
For the invisible unblest.
Post by: corncobman on October 19, 2020, 10:35:26 PM
Bear A Rarity, Lalli's Slain, Such Hilarity!
Bear beasts are rare,
Massively varied in form.
The tremendous bears are
Given unique cover terms.
Over a ton of such monikers,
So they will not be depleted.
The uncommon chronicled
Are on the given sheet.
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Pg 352
These Bears Coexist, Add Them To The List
This group of bears three,
Observed by sources reliable.
Should be added duly
To the next list suppliable.
A group moving regarded,
In North-Eastern Saimaa.
Deformed, head long parted,
And the impervious bear ma.
Where the organs should be,
Instead a gaping void.
And a bad case of scabies
With feet and hands destroyed.
Post by: corncobman on October 23, 2020, 02:55:29 AM
Appearing As Common Fowl, Maybe Even An Owl?
In Finnish belief,
When souls go outside,
When an itse leaves,
It requires a guide.
The Finnish soul bird,
Is the sielulintu.
Tasked to shepherd
Sleeping or dead spiritu.
They appear as any species,
But most often as common ones.
Mallards, sparrows or geese,
Swallows, loons or swans.
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Pg 354
Swan Sielulintus Are Common, But Is the Tuonela Swan One?
To transport souls from and
To the realm of dreams.
With no guiding sielulintu,
They might lost and deceased.
At the end of life, the soul will
Be carried to Tuonela by one.
The dark waters, frozen, tranquil,
Will give eternal accommodation.
Among the guide friends of feathers,
The swan is a common species.
It's unclear, no-one knows whether
Or not The Swan itself is one truly.
Post by: corncobman on October 25, 2020, 09:23:25 PM
So The Group Has The Pit Scooped
The group pretty smug,
Their handiwork underneath.
Pit successfully dug
And base lined with teeth.
Now for the bears to lure
And for the trap to spring.
A violent beast's cure
With an ultimate sting.
Post by: corncobman on October 29, 2020, 10:13:39 PM
On These Not Sold, Found A Good Hole
Seeking low and low
For a suitable depression.
Progress is slow though,
Nothing makes an impression.
The pair wander the streets
And the abandoned courtyards.
The jungle of concrete
Makes excavating pits hard.
Existing tunnels and craters
Lead to effortless escape.
For the bears' termination,
So unacceptably shaped.
While Sigrun rubs her chin
On their fruitless patrol,
The birdy sprite swoops in,
Onni and Mikkel found a good hole!
Post by: corncobman on November 02, 2020, 02:56:35 AM
Following Swift, What A Nice Lift
Bright birdy beckons to follow her,
Better be a good reason to run.
A glass-roofed elevator lowered,
Excellent size for a bear hole-in-one.
Suitable shape, spaciously sizable,
Just needs lining and remove the top.
Convenient, deep, escape implausible.
"Time" she declares "to set it up!"
Post by: corncobman on November 02, 2020, 09:10:53 PM
Cover Thick And Sharpen Sticks
The glass is shattered,
The beams are cracked,
Sticks and leaves scattered,
And upon the top stacked.
Poles are sharp pointed,
To line on the floor.
For bears to be mounted
And be no obstacle any more.
Post by: Epi on November 03, 2020, 08:32:52 AM
Forum is rejecting this bit of nonsense, so I'm posting it here instead.
There we were, preparing this hole
A hole in the ground, so big and sort of found it was
There we were, keeping it deep
It was flat at the bottom and the sides were steep
When along, comes this troll in a bowler which he lifted and scratched his heads
Well he looked down the hole, poor demented soul and he said:
Do you mind if I make a suggestion?
doN'T TRaP theRE, TRaP THem eLsEwhEre
THE SPikES are Up heRE WHen THEY ShOULd Be dOwN There
THe SHapE of iT's wronG, It'S muCH tOO Long
AND you Can'T puT tRAp WHERe A TrAp doN'T BeLOnG
I ask, what a liberty eh
Nearly bashed him right in the bowler
Well there was I, stood in me hole
Shoving timber for all I was worth
There was him, standing up there
So grand and official with his nose round his rear
So I gave him a look sort of sideways and I leaned on my rifle and sighed
Well I lit me a fag and having took a drag I replied:
I just couldn't bear, to trap them elsewhere
The spikes are here 'cos I don't want them there
And if you disagree it doesn't bother me
That's the place where the trap's gonna be
Well there we were, discussing this hole
A hole in the ground so big and sort of found it was
Well it's not there now, the ground's all flat
And beneath it is the troll in the bowler hat
And that's that
With apologies to Bernard Cribbins
Post by: Róisín on November 03, 2020, 10:01:39 AM
Post by: Quetanto on November 03, 2020, 12:01:26 PM
Whitened water, waiting, whirling,
Perfect pool of perished peoples,
Simple swan does sweep by swiftly,
Graceful guardian glides in glory,
Only Onni, old-heart, outer,
Merest madman, might in magecraft,
Dives he deep in darkened drinkpools,
Seeking sisters, searching silence.
Scary swan-head sinks beside him,
Loud and livid, looks and listens--
Ne'er neglecting nurtured nothings,
Trapping truly taken Tuuri.
Only Onni, old-heart, outer,
Merest madman, might in magecraft,
Speaks of spirits slowly sinking,
Cries of kade's cruel creation.
Balance bought and bird rebounding,
Tuuri taken, task is timely.
Summer's setting sets the signal,
Autumn's aging all allowance.
Two are taken, two returnèd,
Family forfeit; flight is futile.
Old-Heart Onni outsmarts Order,
Hotakkainen has his hope back.
Bird-in-beauty, bones behind her,
Secret soul that saneness succours,
Bound by brother's sacred bargain,
Kept and cradled, kade's catcher.
Wakes and wonders, wanes and waxes,
Sees her sibling sadly silent.
Temper tightens, taking anger,
Pecks her poor protector proudly.
Perfect pool of perished peoples,
Simple swan does sweep by swiftly,
Graceful guardian glides in glory,
Only Onni, old-heart, outer,
Merest madman, might in magecraft,
Dives he deep in darkened drinkpools,
Seeking sisters, searching silence.
Scary swan-head sinks beside him,
Loud and livid, looks and listens--
Ne'er neglecting nurtured nothings,
Trapping truly taken Tuuri.
Only Onni, old-heart, outer,
Merest madman, might in magecraft,
Speaks of spirits slowly sinking,
Cries of kade's cruel creation.
Balance bought and bird rebounding,
Tuuri taken, task is timely.
Summer's setting sets the signal,
Autumn's aging all allowance.
Two are taken, two returnèd,
Family forfeit; flight is futile.
Old-Heart Onni outsmarts Order,
Hotakkainen has his hope back.
Bird-in-beauty, bones behind her,
Secret soul that saneness succours,
Bound by brother's sacred bargain,
Kept and cradled, kade's catcher.
Wakes and wonders, wanes and waxes,
Sees her sibling sadly silent.
Temper tightens, taking anger,
Pecks her poor protector proudly.
(A little late, I know…)
Post by: Jitter on November 03, 2020, 03:42:07 PM
Epi, that is very silly :)
Post by: Quetanto on November 03, 2020, 08:10:50 PM
Quetanto, great alliterations!
Epi, that is very silly :)
Thanks, Jitter! I'm trying to keep to Kalevala-style verse, eight syllables a line and as much alliteration as I can manage. Hope it keeps working…
Post by: Jitter on November 04, 2020, 01:47:53 AM
Post by: Róisín on November 04, 2020, 02:26:26 AM
Post by: corncobman on November 04, 2020, 11:24:35 PM
Don't Jump You Dope, Sigrun Says Nope!
Can't even tell it's there,
The pit so well disguised.
Any unsuspecting bear
Will be none the wiser.
Leaf and stick camouflage,
Their handiwork displayed.
Admiring with panache,
The trap therefore laid.
Kitty mighty excited,
Preparing to pounce.
In a leap short-sighted,
Grabbed ere she falls down.
Post by: corncobman on November 05, 2020, 09:28:15 PM
Spend Days In Pursuit? No, Prepare The Route
Now they're only short some bears,
Will they spend days looking for traces?
Is the present company prepared
To embark on some wild bear chases?
Some information the sprite has to share,
Fortunately that won't be the case.
Tuuri was keeping track, she knows where,
They were sleeping in a parking place.
The job to track the bears is hers.
With tireless spirit, eyes and ears.
Such the disgusting flesh and fur,
Rotting, putrid, pierced with spears.
A couple blocks away they were,
By happenstance they're somewhat near.
Get them at dusk when they stir,
Now they prepare the path to here.
Post by: Quetanto on November 06, 2020, 08:14:37 AM
I can’t keep track of eight syllables AND alliteration in the same verse in English :) You also have the other important characteristic down: the repetition, i.e. a line is followed by a second line saying more or less the same thing in different words.
Yeah, that last one was trickier than I'd thought…glad you liked the results, though!
Quetanto, that is very well executed.
Thanks, Róisin!
Post by: corncobman on November 08, 2020, 10:29:20 PM
Kitty Supervising, Light Achromatising
Pushing the cart,
Laying the cord,
Ere the night starts,
And they come toward.
The light declining,
Dispersing to greys.
Fates intertwining
Day's ending rays.
Sight achromatising,
With a cue to prowl.
Darkness energising,
With purposes foul.
At twilight stirs,
Mother ursa first.
Irresistible whispers,
With the umbra curst.
Post by: corncobman on November 09, 2020, 10:03:43 PM
Morning Exercise Under Watchful Eyes
A great maw yawning,
Giving out licks.
To each of her spawn,
Festering sick.
The offspring stretching
Tattered skin and bones.
The kindred wretched
Preparing to roam.
Spectating from away
Is the scout and Sigrun,
Tuuri-spirit too surveys
The family repugnant.
Post by: corncobman on November 11, 2020, 09:43:03 PM
Attention Gained, Rock On The Brain
It's time, get set,
Everyone take a spot.
Keep eyes on the threat,
Along the path of the lot.
They need to coax the bears
Out when everyone's positioned.
The blonde-bomb bloke there,
Emil's named by the physician.
Once the bears go and leave,
Their attention is obtained.
A small projectile is heaved,
An unexpected hailstone rained.
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Throw A Stone (based on Made Of Stone by The Stone Roses)
Come follow to the pit of steel
The last thing that you beasts will feel
Your final flight can't be delayed
No earth, just spikes, it can't be seen
You big fat things fall in between
You'll fry and melt, I'll love the scene
Sometimes I
Fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me
Won't these spikes
End your lives
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me
Are you all alone
Have you left your home?
I'm standing firm, my aim is bold
Now that the game goes on a stroll
At least you'll leave your life in style
And for far as I can see
Three twisted bears, come back to me
Bad fuzzies die, I'll love the scene
Sometimes I
Fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me
Won't these spikes
End your lives
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me
Are you all alone
Have you left your home?
[instrumental]
Sometimes I
Fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me
Won't these spikes
End your lives
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the fires they burn below me
Have you left your home?
I'll just throw a stone
Post by: corncobman on November 12, 2020, 10:09:24 PM
After Stone Thrown, Total Indifference Shown
Growling in annoyance
Towards the assailant.
Waving in flamboyance,
Couldn't be any more blatant.
To his allure, his charming,
They're totally unreceptive.
Apart from mild snarling,
It's not terribly effective.
"Come little bears..." calling,
But they just don't bite.
They turn and go on walking,
And don't put him in their sights.
Total indifference showing,
Continuing about their day.
"Hey! Where are you going?!"
To bear bums - "Don't walk away!"
Post by: corncobman on November 15, 2020, 10:23:05 PM
Come In A Rage Fit, Right Target Hit
They're supposed to come chargin'
In a rage-filled frenzy.
The indifferent large 'uns
Are frustrating him immensely.
Pebbles once again delivered,
The sensitive one agitated.
On the correct target, triggered,
Mama successfully baited.
Turning back, in a fanged roar,
This uncontainable madness.
This attack, that means war,
Scurry, make tracks like bandits.
Post by: corncobman on November 16, 2020, 09:15:03 PM
You Asked For It, Boiling Bear Blitz
The rabid raging blitz
Of the furious matriarch,
Leaves the doorway split
As she makes her mark.
The cleanser sprints and dives
For the near vehicle wreck,
In a bid to stay alive
From the bear behemothic.
The pair burrowing low,
Slinking for life dear.
The impact "KRANG!" echoes,
Stopped only by the spears.
Post by: corncobman on November 18, 2020, 10:40:44 PM
Cowering With The Cat, Need The Mole Rat
Emil and the cat cower
In the face of the fury.
Bearing such brute power,
Can they flee, ere they're buried?
The furious bear mother
Shakes the vehicle of tons.
Onni needs the other,
The mole rat looking one.
Speak of the devil,
The required one strolls out.
Cagey, cautious, careful,
Alongside the one lacking snout.
Post by: corncobman on November 19, 2020, 09:17:27 PM
Child Is Shot At, Wild, Frothing Mad
The target creature
Sneaks ahead to the open.
Skin sickly, bleached, bare,
The plan fully in motion.
Under the owl's keen watch,
The objective sighted.
An arrow is notched,
And loosed, quick-flighted.
Focused its full brawn
On overturning the truck,
With mother's attention drawn,
The offspring is struck.
Into the rump, penetrated.
Rearing up, laced in injury.
Turning, snarling in hatred,
Frothing from her pure fury.
Post by: corncobman on November 22, 2020, 11:45:50 PM
Out Comes The Arrow, Watch The Bear Cub Go!
Pain stinging topical,
The bearlet runs wincing.
Rolling inconsolable,
Whining whilst spinning.
The bear child harpooned,
Mother dashes from the jeep.
Rips arrow from the wound,
Prompting a distressed "YEEP!"
The arrow still in mouth,
Sprinting off goes the child.
A tormented dash south,
The agony! Going wild!
Post by: corncobman on November 26, 2020, 10:47:36 PM
Beast Barrelling, Quick! Quiet Coraling!
Bounding, hurtling, hurting,
Thoughtless, tearing, turning...
Through the districts deserted,
Headlong, but bare bottom burning.
From the architecture appearing,
To the trees it barrels blind.
Careless, coming, careering,
Colliding into the limit lines.
Into the guide wires wrecking,
They snap as it tumbles twisted.
Signs to swoop, coral and check it,
It's not reasonably restricted.
Post by: corncobman on November 29, 2020, 09:08:22 PM
Be Silent, Scary, Cordon Temporary
At the sight of the pair with
Placards and signs brandished,
The two manage to scare it
It squeaks as it's banished.
Back to the path leading,
Turning tail as it panics.
The silent plan succeeding,
The duo must again vanish.
Returning to the streets,
Out of sight, breaking rapid.
It dashes again at speed,
Mother struggling to catch it.
Post by: corncobman on December 03, 2020, 10:47:03 PM
Bear And Cub Alike Tear Into The Pit Of Spikes
Finally alongside,
The mother barks stern.
At the cub lacking hide,
For it to return.
Under the weight KRAK'd,
Leaves and branches tangle.
Before they can react,
Into the pit embrangled.
The wood veneer is crumpled,
So the trap is activated.
Down the bear pair tumble,
Realising the machinated.
Post by: corncobman on December 12, 2020, 08:16:49 PM
Lower Deck Embedded, Pointing Neck, The Beheaded
After a delay, the third,
Brainless bear belated bounds.
Eventually being spurred
To the pit inside the ground.
No visible head in aspect,
Still movement in possession.
Pointing the rive-d neck
At the darkened deep depression.
Watching this unfold,
Are the squad so, standers-by.
To wrangle into the hole,
Or another thinky plan to try?
-------------------------------------------
Pg 374
Swoops Over The Well, Making Like A Gazelle
With the headless neck craned
Jumping up with a start.
Brother bear blood drained,
And flesh torn all apart.
Clambering up from the trench,
Bounding, fleeing, turning tail.
Body, bloody ground drenched,
Leaving an ensanguined trail.
The guillotined one extends,
To follow, bring the rear.
This is far from the end,
Is there movement in the spears?
Post by: corncobman on December 13, 2020, 09:18:53 PM
Unbridled Ease, The Muzzle Frees
Rising, the monstrosity,
Unbroken, still unbent.
Staves with ease leisurely,
Like twigs, asunder rent.
With an all too simple 'KRAK!',
The muzzle is unhindered.
Searching for the method back,
And tend to the cub injured.
From the pitfall's basement,
Made a leap to scale the wall.
Are the front paws just sufficient?
Better hope she slips and falls.
Post by: corncobman on December 20, 2020, 09:13:44 PM
Face Piercings Through And Through, Scars And Javelins Accrue
Out of the pit claw-scaled,
The matriarch, javelin bored.
Still distinctly impaled,
The skewers laced with gore.
Muzzle completely drilled,
And visible scars galore.
With several more quills,
Seeping scarlet pours.
One-by-one they're extracted,
Casually dumped on the floor.
Momentarily by them distracted,
But there'll be trouble, furthermore.
--------------------------------
Pg 377
Avert Our Eyes, Sudden Slap Surprise!
Sigrun's plan didn't succeed
As perfectly as she wanted.
But badly injured, it bleeds,
So it should now be hunted.
Around the pit's perimeter,
Carefully, they come across.
So release can be administered
To the weakened from blood loss.
Before they can give chase,
Stopped, the mages three.
"Eyes closed!" arms raised,
With a slap, says suddenly.
Post by: corncobman on December 24, 2020, 08:41:05 PM
Wise To Shut Eyes, Gaze Not At The Haze
Palms on their eyes,
And lids firmly closed shut.
Right now it may be wise,
But the two think they're nuts.
Suddenly the scene
Shifts to familiar marsh.
From bright, airy, pristine,
To dreary, sinister, harsh.
Eyes, glowing, upon them blaze,
Mouths gape, many teeth bare.
Stab at them shadowy blades,
And blacken the very air.
A huge creature made
Of the very darkest haze.
Stood firm, unafraid.
Seeing not the terror's gaze.
Post by: corncobman on December 28, 2020, 10:21:08 PM
Swoosh Away Flies The Cloak, Five Minutes Before A Poke
A javelin is flashed,
Brandished with speed.
Stake a fearless dash
To make shadows bleed.
But ere he can impend,
Swoosh and all too fast...
Away the figure wends.
Gloom leaves, it passed.
The three stood stationary,
The kitty left in shock.
Sigrun'll leave them momentary,
Before she gives them a knock.
Post by: corncobman on January 02, 2021, 01:07:10 AM
A Mass Biological, Attack Psychological
Who knows what the wizards
Are trying to accomplish.
However, next, at her words
Growths swell, burble, fiendish.
The disgusting tumours,
Foaming dark magic maggots.
Dripping, glorping, blooming,
On the sleeves of their jackets.
Shaking off the blight,
Most hideous, most heinous.
Don't mind the parasites,
They're just to intimidate us.
Ignore them, take no notice of
The inconsequential irritants.
They just have to stay focused,
Careful, wary, and vigilant.
Post by: corncobman on January 04, 2021, 08:25:55 AM
Suffering From Blood Loss, Less Distance It Can Cross
The bears stuck with quills
With utmost alacrity,
Heading for the hills
Right out of the city.
Leaving bloody tracks
In the wake of departure.
Glad to see their backs,
Their mission more sure.
How far can bears traverse
In a night? asks the great Dane.
Far. But less far, of course,
With its blood being drained.
Its range has been decreased,
From blood loss, will it die?
But this is a monster beast,
Normal rules need not apply.
Post by: corncobman on January 07, 2021, 10:26:01 PM
Drowsy, Stricken, Easy Pickings
The bears will be easy to track,
And this time they'll be tired.
For a co-ordinated attack
To make a bear family expire.
Offspring still flees, gushing,
Leaving sanguinated streaks.
They finally cease rushing.
Left feeling utterly weak.
Post by: corncobman on January 10, 2021, 10:39:33 PM
Still Bled, Bearskin Spread
One sibling dropped,
Really needing a hug.
The other unfurls "FWOP!"
Like a living bearskin rug.
Caught up is the mother,
Screening a quiet vigil.
One bear and another,
Greatly hampered, lay still.
For fatality marked,
Blood considerably drawn.
The persistent matriarch
Bleeding still, guarding on.
Post by: corncobman on January 14, 2021, 11:55:36 PM
Escape Route Screened, Rocks And Hard Places Between
Hunting, out hiding,
The wilds of the woods,
Or perhaps just biding
For the prey there stood.
The animals caged
Grimace, gaze desperate.
Barely contained rage,
Exposure risking threats.
About due for a shock,
When tempers be frayed.
Backs to the rocks,
For chances to evade.
Practically found them,
Near in range to view them.
If they can't go around them,
Will they try to go through them?
Troubling predicament,
An escape route screened.
Overwhelming emergents,
For unlucky part thirteen?
Post by: corncobman on January 20, 2021, 12:17:07 AM
Towering At The Door, Uncowering Roars
A downpour ensues
Battered and bruised
Step, step... whose?
Growling at these cues
Passage is refused
To unwanted intrude
Mother lets loose
A zombified moose!
Tensions increase
Towering beasts
Titans as these
Thundering fiends
One-on-one, intensity
Opposing entities
Omens of crises
Of death and disease
----------------------------------------------
Messin' With My Kids
(based on Messin' With The Kid by Rory Gallagher, original lyrics by Mel London)
Well, what's this I hear
There's some steps comin' round
It's comin' this way
I'm gonna put the thing down
Oh no
No, hell now, I am pissed
You can't come here when you want
I'll stop you messin' with my kids
Well the kids gonna hop
We dropped on our face
Makin' us bleed
All over the place
Yeah, yeah
Tell me what is this?
You can't come here when you want
I'll stop you messin' with my kids
You stab, you can't kill me
You try and you try
Gonna protect 'em till the day I die
Yeah
Why don't you tell what is this?
You can't come here when you want
I'll stop you messin' with my kids
You pushed my kids far
Been dragged all around
Spearin' our bodies
With spikes in the ground
Yeah
Why don't you tell me what is this?
Why don't you get yourself a-gone
I'll stop you messin' with my kids
Hey, don't mess with my kids
Oh, you're messing with my kids
Don't mess with me now
Yeeeaaaaarrrrgh!
Post by: corncobman on January 22, 2021, 12:19:43 AM
Unhealthy Glow, Watch The Eyes Go
Forth the moose lunges
In a vice-lock seize.
Its ugly teeth crunches
The neck and throat squeezed.
To break free from the clutch,
Struggling defiantly.
The situation too much,
Bear cubs freeze in anxiety.
Sudden shadows and a swoosh,
Rushed to the guards' defences.
Onto the assailing moose,
Assaulting of its senses.
The unholy vision stops,
With an unwholesome glow.
One by one its optics pop.
Did the moose enjoy the show?
Post by: corncobman on January 26, 2021, 03:52:22 AM
From Nullification To Total Domination
Moose blind, mama bear twists
With righteous indignation
Succumbing to the red mist,
In the fury of retaliation.
Fair play's a turnabout,
The initiator in strangulation.
Relentless the bear's snout,
Going for full decapitation.
The mighty mother's bite,
Seeking total annihilation.
There will be no respite,
For the giant, no extrication.
Post by: corncobman on January 29, 2021, 12:21:30 AM
Broken Larynx, Soaked Grisly Inks
Concluding her choke
Of the terminal sort,
Neck sufficiently broke,
A disdainful snort.
Bitter taste in her maw,
A much more bitter end.
The trailing group saw
The spider-moose friend.
"Well. Good!" Sigrun calls,
They're on the right path, clearly.
With the bloody footfalls
It's elementary, really.
With the hematic puddles,
That's glaringly evident.
So horribly unsubtle to
See which direction they went.
Post by: corncobman on February 01, 2021, 12:21:22 AM
Stamina Stacking, Animals Tracking
That group of bears
Sure aren't stamina lacking.
From city to open air,
They still keep tracking.
Past trees and over hills,
Through roads, around bends.
Far from sitting still,
Trekking miles without end.
With purpose, mammoth movements,
The yards come hard and strong.
Tramp tireless, to what intent
Will the chasers be pulled along?
Post by: corncobman on February 07, 2021, 09:52:39 PM
Tiredly Storm, Onto The Platform
Finally they pop
Into a shaded hut.
An olden tram stop,
In they tiredly strut.
Energy levels dropped,
End the cross-country trip.
Wearily she slops, and
Beside her did they slip.
Crashing the platform laid.
The destruction rests.
The grisly cavalcade,
Flashing darkness blest.
Too much to step more,
Reposing their bodies sore.
To regain their pep, for
Another day, another war.
------------------
Pg 391
Flat Out, Forty Winks, Watch Out, Something Stinks
Sloth, snooze status,
Beasts, hulking, great.
Quietly in hiatus,
Regenerate, recuperate.
Pauseful procumbence,
In sheltered repose.
A hint of disturbance,
Ears perked, tickled nose.
Once again mother stirs,
Stepping out of the frame.
The safety racket is hers,
Get prepared to be maimed.
Post by: corncobman on February 12, 2021, 07:59:51 AM
Surveillance Nears, Impatience Rears
Espying the specks,
Pursuers make inroads.
Growling hurry next,
As irritation grows.
Upon the stone worn steps,
Upwardly mobile they go.
Path painted in flecks,
Blood continues to flow.
Post by: corncobman on February 16, 2021, 02:34:46 AM
Losing The Trail, Sitting On The Tail
Tracking Kitty having problems
Their position's in doubt.
The bears were nearby them,
Now they've gone walkabout.
Looking this way and that,
The bloody trail there ends.
Sitting pretty, the derp cat,
Her work is done, dear friends.
-----------------------------
Pg 394
Plan For Agility, Call It Our Plan B
Now's a good time to decide
On the new plan to exercise.
"It's very cliffy around here, right?"
They'll engineer a drop from up high.
They'll stand on the cliff and bluff,
And lure the group of bears to them.
At the moment they get rushed,
They will jump away and elude them.
Continue brainstorming for plans.
"Let's call that our plan B."
The medic next asks the owl man,
No suggestions from Onni.
No diagrams, charts or designs.
No plans, just instructions.
To circumvent the ursines,
He knows how to get it done.
Post by: corncobman on February 21, 2021, 09:32:31 PM
Tie It To A Tree, Using Mother's Priorities
The cubs are their key,
Mother will prioritise.
She will choose them gladly
Over the Kade's unlife.
Distract her enough away
To trap one and immobilise,
After which she will stay
By the unfortunate one's side.
Then she won't come to aid
The Kade, easy pickings, no doubt.
Taking spears to the shade
And snuff all of its lights out.
Tethering a cub to a tree
Will immobilise her as well.
Leaving them fully free
To drive the Kade to hell.
---------------------------
Pg 396
The Aim Of The Mystic Is Very Simplistic
Once the Kade is dispatched,
They can go home, it's done.
No weird plans, no catch,
No cliff jumping, Sigrun!
The Kade's guardians hampered,
They'll bring a world of pain.
So they sleep in the camper,
Under the torrential rain.
By the drizzle of dawn,
By umbrellas, coats donned.
Battle tactics drawn.
Boldly, they soldier on.
Post by: corncobman on February 26, 2021, 01:20:17 AM
Chains And Hooks, Well Worth A Look
Steps, upon the crest,
A complex draws vision.
Up high, up on the left,
Signs confirm their position.
An old park national,
Long abandoned heritage.
Left to the wild animals,
And thieves seeking an advantage.
In this centre of naturalism,
Whatever can be pillaged?
Through some towing systems,
Having a little rummage.
Chains and cabled hooks,
Pulleys for the taking.
Looking at what they took
For the snare in the making.
-----------------------------------------------
Pg 398
They Can't Sneak From The Watchful Beak
While they ponder and delay,
In a not-too-faraway location,
There's a monster mother's gaze
Held in quiet contemplation.
In the cliff chambered cave,
Natural rock formation,
Viewing from the montane,
Neath the precipitation.
They move from the cover,
Under the watchful pigeon.
Back to Reynir she flutters,
They can't sneak from her vision!
"Bears located!", she reports.
To the mage who will listen.
Their escape must they thwart,
While the rest stay in decision.
Post by: corncobman on March 02, 2021, 02:17:32 AM
Three Volunteered, Stay Out Of The Way, Reynir
It is decided, the owl
And the medic Dane
Will chain the weak cub down
To a tree... with a chain.
The honour of distraction,
Three have been volunteered.
Reynir to stay out of action,
Out of the way and well clear.
See you on the other side,
Of the bear-chaining, alright.
The participants decided,
Time to agitate and incite.
The cliff idea Sigrun prefers,
A better idea in her view.
To get rid of annoying monsters,
It's a Nordic way tried and true!
--------------------------------
Pg 400
Make Their Presence Felt, On The Bear Lacking Pelt
The sprite takes the lead,
To the bears, scouting ahead.
The bears are near indeed,
Time to prepare, get set.
Their assault is now afoot,
Get the bears mad and sore.
To put in a belligerant mood,
The stoning way worked before.
Suddenly flung, a stone's toss.
PLINK and KLONK, KLAK and KLOK.
Get the mother good and cross,
With the assortment of rocks.
Post by: Groupoid on March 03, 2021, 05:29:04 PM
I often can’t figure out “what’s going on” using the usual “tools” of rhythm, meter and rhyme, which makes me struggle reading them and make me wonder what you must’ve thought when writing them. When I’m not in the mood I only glance over them. But for some poems, reading them is to me like bathing in words and concepts, almost "going nowhere", just experiencing the concepts that were depicted on the comic page, which I find quite enjoyable. Your poems remind me very much of the question “what is art?”.
I hope you did find and will find much joy writing more poems.
Post by: Keep Looking on March 04, 2021, 07:16:31 AM
Like, I went through a few months where I wrote a poem for just about every page, and then a decent amount of time where I wrote them on-and-off, but I've kinda dropped off at this point what with school and all (although I still very much have SSSS to thank for getting me to start writing more poetry in general, I've been writing a fair bit of non-SSSS-related poetry). The fact that you've just. Continued. For so long. It blows my mind.
Post by: Róisín on March 04, 2021, 10:40:40 AM
Post by: corncobman on March 04, 2021, 10:02:21 PM
Bare Fangs At The Bait, Chain Gang Activate
Baiting huge animosity,
The triggering trio tango.
In frothing ferocity,
Left the cub to be wrangled.
Obviously presenting,
Charging, scarper at speed.
Continued tormenting
As far away as they can lead.
They scramble and scamper,
Escaping to the boughs...
Quick, chain, while unhampered!
While she claws at Lalli now.
Encircle, tether, secure,
Lash to the nearest tree.
In doing so they'll make sure,
Mother never wanders free.
Thanks for the kind words. I really enjoy it a lot and I'm glad everybody likes them.
Post by: Maglor on March 05, 2021, 05:15:57 PM
My translations for any Russian-speakers/learners here. Few songs I like and a buch of Emily Dickinson.
Post by: corncobman on March 07, 2021, 09:24:19 PM
The Afflicted Squeals, Restricted By Steel
Ring around the Yogi,
Twisting around the cub.
That's your home now Smokey,
Carabiner fastened up.
"NJUUH!" squeal as it might,
Belatedly it's found.
Bear child held fast and tight,
Immobile, forever bound.
Post by: corncobman on March 08, 2021, 11:51:33 PM
Cannot Bite Through, Got Sights On The Crew
Mother bites and pulls,
They hold sturdy, sure.
A futile vain mouthful.
Still anchored, still moored.
Pulling the chains taut,
They cannot be snapped.
Inducing sore spots
For the cub entrapped.
Yelping, recoil brought.
Licking the child's face.
Eyeing the pair's headshots,
Giving growls but no chase.
Onni was indeed justified,
Now there they will stay.
Keep them all in their sights,
He'll prepare for the Kade.
Post by: corncobman on March 11, 2021, 10:02:58 PM
Trapping The Dark, Snapping At The Bark
Big mama, let's pray,
Doesn't change her mind.
Don't let her come this way,
Leaving her cub behind.
Let us also hope that
The mage guy knows his stuff,
That he can control that
Kade when push comes to shove.
The mage man concentrates,
Eyes closed in solemnity.
A trap for the spirit state,
Sinks stakes for the entity.
"Now you stay put there."
He says dusting his hands.
Ensure it's rooted there
The intangible revenant.
Finding imperfections,
The bear matriarch.
Shifting directions,
She chews up the bark.
Post by: Maglor on March 12, 2021, 08:27:45 AM
Spoiler: show
1
Centuries are gone.
Frostbite on a heart.
Do you copy, Earth?
This is Voyager-1.
Answer me, come on,
Please, just answer now.
I enjoyed the road, but seems I've gone to far,
I found no other guiding light but this one, shining from my start.
Oh, so far I am -
Billions of vyorsts
Thousand years away.
All the stars are old,
Like a second-hand,
While I need the first.
I am here alone,
Uninvited guest,
Studying the life, traversing along.
Sounds like a revenge
Prechorus
Cuz your radio went silent. I am crying like a starfall.
I'm forgotten, I am wounded hundredlightmilleniafold.
I can't feel your gravitation, with the starwind I am gone a-
-way, right over the event horizon of yours.
Chorus
And I am loosing the trace,
Because I left you so long ago.
Of all the other planets you are the best.
I'm looking back, and you're not there anymore,
I can not find you again.
And I am loosing the trace,
Because I left you so long ago.
Of all the other planets you are the best.
I'm looking back, and you're not there anymore,
Your trace is all that I've got,
I can not find you again.
2
With my ribs around
Singularity,
All the worlds of ours -
I'll eat them with it,
Swallowing it all,
Like abysmal bowl.
Two-octillion tonn
Of cargo is on my soul.
Gotta carry it all along.
I am asking for just a single sign,
Answer me, come on,
Please, just answer now.
I can not go on,
It's so cold around.
I just want a call,
I can't hear a sound.
Do you copy, Earth?
Oh, my sweet home, hear me howling there,
This is Voyager.
Prechorus
But your radio went silent. I am crying like a starfall.
I'm forgotten, I am wounded hundredlightmilleniafold.
I can't feel your gravitation, with the starwind I am gone a-
-way, right over the event horizon of yours.
Chorus
And I am loosing the trace,
Because I left you so long ago.
Of all the other planets you are the best.
I'm looking back, and you're not there anymore,
I can not find you again.
And I am loosing the trace,
Because I left you so long ago.
Of all the other planets you are the best.
I'm looking back, and you're not there anymore,
Your trace is all that I've got,
I can not find you again.
Post by: Róisín on March 12, 2021, 09:51:31 AM
Post by: corncobman on March 14, 2021, 11:04:01 PM
When Do They Abandon? When It's No Longer Standin'?
Is that thing seriously
Trying to eat through the trunk?
It'll get there eventually,
Taking time but they'll be sunk.
"This isn't going to take long",
He says, manifesting a light spear.
When it's ninety percent gone,
Do they abort the mission here?
The teeth and claws snap and slash,
At the bark of the tree roots.
Inevitably, done at long last,
The tree starts snapping underfoot.
One side of the foundation sawn,
Pitching, unseating the spruce.
It seems to be a conclusion foregone
That hell's fury will be let loose.
Post by: corncobman on March 15, 2021, 10:02:42 PM
Shocked And Appalled, See You Next Fall
The damaged tree uproots,
Toppling forthwith.
Wee cub leaves and shoots
Directly off of the cliff.
Faces of horror and shock...
And disappointment mild.
Sent dashing onto the rocks
Is the unfortunate bear child.
Post by: corncobman on March 19, 2021, 01:28:26 AM
Mother Bear In Bitter Despair
Down, down the weighted tree,
Bouncing hard, as it plummets.
Descendant descending fatally
To the base from atop the summit.
With each impact, shudders felt,
Steadily splintering apart.
A chain of increasing damage dealt.
Crushing, breaking to the heart.
Each heavy strike chipping, notching,
Battered, bloody, broken, bound.
Monster matriarch despairs in watching,
Helpless as it goes crashing down.
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Pg 408
She's On A Bender To The Offenders
Sharply turning,
To the offenders,
Fury burning,
Justice to render.
A ritual deep,
Spellbound, rapt.
It cannot keep,
Severed with a tap.
The others hide,
He's in the open.
He's in her sights
With high emotions.
Onni must flee,
The threat impose-d.
They must leave it be,
As mother closes.
Post by: corncobman on March 21, 2021, 10:16:55 PM
Jittery Hurtles, Injuries Mortal?
Down mama scurries,
Off the cliff, riled.
Sprinting in worry
Of the bear juvenile.
Sliding down the slope,
The mother with impetus.
Coming with forlorn hope,
It survived the precipitous.
Headless bear after,
In a similar vein.
Finding thereafter
A trunk in scarlet chains.
Post by: corncobman on March 24, 2021, 10:36:21 PM
Mistakenly Dropped Fatally
The damage surveyed,
The lifeless cadaver.
Chains loosed and laid,
Fatally battered.
Haemorrhaging, slumped,
Under the tree's weight.
Only now the headless comes,
To see the sibling's fate.
The perpetrators swarming,
Spectators in stunned awe.
Matriarch in mourning,
Opens her colossal maw.
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Pg 411
Tremendous Sonance Will Bring It Upon Us
The fury provoking,
Loss most deplorable.
The quiet is broken
By a roaring undeniable.
The vocal volume spikes
And the decibels soar.
Cries will attract the likes
Of which they can ill afford.
Sending clamorous waves
By indignation incurred.
In a faraway shaded cave,
A creature there stirs...
Post by: corncobman on March 26, 2021, 02:08:08 AM
Angry For Losses, Gangly Colossus
Vehement passion now,
Frothing mad at the mouth.
It's hard to imagine how
It could go further south.
The death dealing colossus
Bursts on the scene, aggravated.
Things were pretty awful,
But they just got worse they did.
Post by: thegreyarea on March 26, 2021, 10:16:35 PM
Post by: corncobman on March 29, 2021, 12:50:48 AM
Post by: wavewright62 on April 04, 2021, 08:46:43 PM
The dumpster's on fire.
Burn abandoned characters?
No, they will go on.
And I also thank you, corncobman, for keeping the peotry alive.
Post by: corncobman on April 06, 2021, 07:24:05 AM
Meeting Their Doom? Leaving Not Much Room
Plans from the start, flawed,
That much was assumed.
Their enthusiasm thaws
With living corpses exhumed
Dragged, reactive, drawn
From the cavernous gloom.
Running ragged, rushing, raw.
Notions of flight consume.
From things that bite and gnaw
There's barely any room.
To escape from the maw
Of the creeping giant doom.
Post by: corncobman on April 19, 2021, 02:04:13 AM
Plans Have Been Unravelled, He'd Prefer They All Time Travelled
The group exits the vicinity
Of the furiously mad mother.
Ere they catch death unwittingly,
By the drawing in of the other.
Do they have any inclination
Of what their next move should be?
Onni'd prefer if they navigated
In time, and left him alone, you see!
In there, a building they can access,
They can't take a stand in open areas.
The window they impress and ingress,
Now it's time to set up some barriers.
Post by: corncobman on April 19, 2021, 10:13:37 PM
No Use Sneaking, Vengeance Seeking
"Let's find a way to the roof,
If we get a good, hidden vantage..."
But before there they can hoof it,
Enter mama bear - shocking, savage.
Sigrun's words are interrupted,
By the paned impactful slam.
Another plan deconstructed.
'No sneaking' says ursine madame.
Post by: corncobman on April 22, 2021, 02:33:37 AM
Losing Their Cohesion, Can't Understand Norwegian
The roar by the window
Puts paid to that plan.
No using stealth to go,
But upwards still they can.
"Follow me!" She orders,
She says "Take higher ground!"
But they each ignored her,
Don't they hear Norwegian sounds?
The mage intent to not die
By that bear if he can help it.
The rest just followed the guy,
So the group just up and split.
Post by: corncobman on April 22, 2021, 11:36:52 PM
Can't Be Left Behind. Welp Nevermind.
"Fine", Sigrun concedes,
They need to not be divided,
However big mama disagreed,
Thus a reunion denied them.
Barely set foot on the steps,
When in crashing she comes.
The behemoth can't be kept,
They must away from their chums.
"Nevermind." Quietly panicky.
Self-preservation, they know.
They must escape most dynamically,
Full reverse! Go go go!
Post by: Maglor on April 24, 2021, 08:53:25 AM
But the "Wellerman" appeared to be so catchy...
Post by: Jitter on April 24, 2021, 10:08:22 AM
I think you can well do that! If they are long, maybe put under spoiler like you have done with your mythology posts, but I for one see no reason why you couldn't. Just please ask for potential comments to be made in English, ok?
I have some poetry in Finnish which I really should dig up and post too.
Post by: Maglor on April 24, 2021, 10:55:02 AM
Spoiler: show
The site where I found this song says it's a New Zeland folk-song. It's probably because of my lack of education, but I was quite surprised it's not Haka.
Post by: Róisín on April 24, 2021, 11:14:27 AM
Post by: JoB on April 25, 2021, 04:53:23 AM
Post by: Maglor on April 25, 2021, 05:18:38 AM
It is a New Zealand folksong, but more one of the songs of the white settlers.
Thanks for the info) I kinda figured that out allready. Unfortenatly I couldn't make it understandable in the song, so now any Russian speaker infamilliar with that wailing thing would think, that the crue are being supported by some Jew (for us traiding or delivering ocupation and a second name that ends with -man is enough, lol)))
Post by: corncobman on April 25, 2021, 10:14:27 PM
On The Scent, She Will Not Relent
Muzzle bloody, glass scarred,
Fiercely hot on their heels.
The sting from these shards,
Pales as to what she feels.
A sniff of the agitators,
There's but a momentary pause.
A wait, a stay of her hatred,
Of fury of teeth and claws.
Picking up all the scents,
Rejects the through corridor.
The slow pursuit commenced
Upon the divided four.
Post by: corncobman on April 26, 2021, 10:11:13 PM
Hotel Hell, Imagine The Smell
The walls and floors entwine
With growths and globules vile.
Veiny tumours, throbbing vines,
Resident hallways defiled.
Murky, from the ceilings hung,
And underfoot they squelch.
From the doors, flesh is strung,
As dormant nesting cells.
Post by: corncobman on April 28, 2021, 10:49:50 PM
Reynir Starts To Fret, Into The Kitchenette
Reynir to Onni bewailing
They've become separated.
It's his own fault for tailing
Him, and not them, he stated.
Past the doorway they streak,
But then they double back.
A reinforced space they peek,
A safe room in which to shack.
The mage issues the command:
"Get in there! The pantry!"
Some safety close at hand,
Can they hold sufficiently?
For a while in this room
Some measure of security.
In this chaos and bedlam,
What happened to Lalli?
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Maybe Don't Follow (based on Maybe Tomorrow by Terry Bush)
There's a voice that keeps on haunting me
On our souls that's the swan's penalty
Every stop I make, it could be the end
Can't stay for long, just have to, have to try again
Maybe don't follow
You'll only drag me down
My time is borrowed
I must keep on the hunt
Down this road that never seems to end,
Where gruesome creatures hasten my descent
So if you want to join me in the wild
Just grab your cat, forfeit your life, that's silent style
Maybe don't follow
You'll only drag me down
I said don't follow
Save the girl on my own
So if you want to join me in the wild
Just grab your cat, prepare to fight against the vile
Maybe don't follow
You'll only drag me down
I said don't follow
You should have stayed at home
There's a world that's waiting dark and cold
A brand new tale no-one will ever know
We've journeyed far but you know it wont be long
We're almost there, we've paid our fare with a silent song
Maybe don't follow
I'll have to pay the toll
My time is borrowed
You know I've lost control
So if you want to join me in the wild
Just grab your cat, forfeit your life, stay silent style
Maybe don't follow
I'll only drag you down
I said don't follow
Our doom is looming on
Maybe don't follow
You should have stayed at home
Post by: corncobman on April 30, 2021, 12:05:26 AM
Door Shored Up, Boredom For The Pup?
There the scout is,
First into the cell.
Past them all he flashes,
Cat reflexes propelled.
All safely inside,
The door barricaded.
With time to bide,
In a fort they wait it.
"What now?" Reynir asks.
Already onset of boredom?
It's a simple enough task
But is staying still for him?
Post by: corncobman on May 02, 2021, 11:01:03 PM
Kicked To The Kerb, Do Not Disturb!
The elder mage cares not
What the Icelander did.
Maybe the last chance he's got
To face the Kade while he lives.
He suggests they both trot
Somewhere else off away.
The bears may be raging hot
Out of control of the shade.
It'll find other things
To give itself protection.
Where they go don't concern him,
Just don't be a distraction!
Whether they meet again,
Is not his primary burden.
To take care of the Kade then,
Else for him, it's curtains.
Just to get the job done,
No surprises, no diversions.
One last prayer to confront.
While time ticks, for certain.
Post by: corncobman on May 03, 2021, 10:05:39 PM
Slick Splat, Plit Plat, Ick Goes The Cat
They've got nowhere to go,
So they will just stay put.
Back to the others now, below
Something splats underfoot.
Dank, damp, sticky, squelchy,
Ghastly, gross, grisly, gruesome.
Splotches, splashes unhealthy,
Revolting, stepping through them.
Post by: corncobman on May 05, 2021, 11:30:53 PM
Visualised, Mind's Eyes
The trio and the feline
Deeper, further in line.
Pursued by the ursines
By chance or design.
The noose closing tight,
Through madness and spite.
Eyes inside, in sight.
Sudden flash of blight.
Post by: corncobman on May 06, 2021, 11:53:08 PM
No Guardian Keeper, What's Your Move, Creeper?
The Kade's friend bear
The battle mage'll wager,
Will not guard it there
From any more danger.
"What's your move now?" so
Asked of the cornered wraith.
It immediately bellows,
Spitting, screeching hate.
Shadowed sounds to stagger
And elude to further torment.
Trying to distract its tracker,
But its nemesis stands unbent.
Post by: corncobman on May 09, 2021, 11:05:10 PM
Bearing Witness, Scaring Sh-witless
Straining to hold out
Against the jolt astral.
If he were to fold now
It would be most disastrous.
The younger bearing witness
And shuddering in dread.
The others scared, distance
No barrier to the great undead.
The trio shiver sh-witless,
Even the bear mother felt.
But still remaining committed
Until her vengeance be dealt.
The shakes are shrugged off,
Forwards, she perseveres on.
Beside her, like a slug pops,
A slithering thing here spawns.
Post by: corncobman on May 10, 2021, 10:39:11 PM
Skull Centipede Took A Turn, They Have Great Concerns
Haunting ghouls disturbing
They the reverse way sprawl.
The bears unperturbed,
By the awakened beings' crawl.
Down the hallways a-plodding,
Gave the glimpsing trio a shock.
But they ignore the squaddies,
To the distant caller they flock.
By the rousing cry spurred,
An advancing, growing concern.
Skitter, slither, step and skirr,
And the limbless, bloated they worm.
Post by: Maglor on May 11, 2021, 08:13:14 PM
Spoiler: show
Post by: corncobman on May 12, 2021, 11:47:38 PM
Hellish Spawn, A Throng, Well It's Going Wrong
Go one way, the crawlies creepy,
The bears, the other way.
Swayed by the call obscenely
In a congregation of decay.
To the storage culinary,
The throng of bodies drawn.
All here and obey mandatory,
The malformed hellish spawn.
By the windows, walls, en masse,
Scabbling, scratching, sprawling,
Peering to the prey in glass,
Clustering, creeping, crawling.
Huddle the hoard hell-raising,
Swarming round all at once.
The elder mage still bracing,
This attack on many fronts.
Post by: corncobman on May 13, 2021, 11:01:10 PM
Blob Blob Down The Hall, Brute Force Protocol
The spirit mage's luonto
Taking the strike's brunt.
As the menace swells and grow
From the shadows in front.
Using his nature as shield,
And the very light as his spear.
Until the thing is sealed,
Warring for all that he holds dear.
For stranded band most best,
A different peril to contend.
Against a flesh-pile pressed,
A throbbing, blobbing friend.
A nearby door to crack free
To make their impromptu refuge.
Into the room go the pack flee,
To avoid crushing by a mass huge.
Post by: corncobman on May 16, 2021, 10:44:29 PM
Hold Onto Your Hats, Fall And Land With A Splat-Splat
The blobbing blob blob
Goes blobbing right past.
The group did a good job,
They were decently fast.
Sighs and looks in relief,
They survey their surroundings.
Their leisure all too brief,
For too soft is their grounding.
With age and rot it became weak,
Or of supports there's a lack.
The floorboards start too creak,
They drop with a mighty KRRRAKKKK!!!
It's a reduction in verticality,
And a descent most undignified.
Mikkel falls like it's a normality,
But even he opened his eyes wide...
At the altitude bottom-most
A sort-of soft landing they get.
Onto some floor organic and gross,
Landing face-first into something wet.
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Everybody's Gonna Feel The Floor
(based on Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears)
Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will try you
Weighing on your impact crater
Hit your back on beasts de-natured
Everybody's gonna feel the floor
On my own, resigned
It's my own remorse
On a downward slide
Help me make the
Most of freedom and adventure
Pain will now be front and centre
Everybody's gonna feel the floor
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do, I'll be right behind you
So glad we've almost made it
So sad we can't evade it
Everybody's gonna feel the floor
I can't stand this blasted mission
Planning with a lack of vision
Everybody's gonna feel the floor
Say that you'll never, never, never, never need it
Intestines, we should leave it
Everybody's gonna feel the floor
All for freedom and for treasure
Nothing on this fool's endeavour
Everybody's gonna feel the floor
Post by: corncobman on May 17, 2021, 11:58:09 PM
Alerted Titans, Alarm Must Be Silenced
The impacts hit hard,
Though flesh broke their fall.
Their figures lay jarred,
Disorientated are they all.
Left in such a state,
Winded and seeing stars.
A twisting maw elevates,
It shrieks an alarm.
From elsewhere alerted
The titans to the caterwaul.
Still tangled and hurting,
They've got to quiet that call.
Post by: corncobman on May 20, 2021, 12:39:45 AM
As The Bears Climb, Big Boss Time
The bears drawn to the ring,
By the faint, distant squeal.
Another great being springs
The window outside reveals.
As the pair climb the stair,
The hulking death sails.
Dangers terrible everywhere,
Led to the cacophonic trail.
Pulling out his pistol,
In an effort to silence.
Shadowed claw by the crystal,
Here, the goliath, the titan.
Post by: corncobman on May 20, 2021, 10:51:28 PM
Great Blades Scythe, The Shriek Dies
Claws like scythes, er, scythed
The screaming mound through.
Leaving everyone wide-eyed,
The segments sharply strew.
The great cleaving cutters
Mean no noises shall remain.
Slicing clean, like butter,
You can even see the brain!
Post by: corncobman on May 23, 2021, 10:41:33 PM
Call It Blockhead And You'll Be Dead
The glass fragments shower
And spray the dark floor.
Bringing light to the dour
Stage full of gristle and gore.
The talons feel and clench,
Heading in, out from the glare.
Heinous grips blood-drenched,
Beheaded but keenly aware.
Where its head should be,
Is an object of concrete.
An atrocity monstrosity with
Distended claws and feet.
Cysts like crystal cluster
Around the reinforced mass.
The sonic super-hunter,
Of an executioner class.
Post by: corncobman on May 24, 2021, 10:13:45 PM
Sit Still Or Be Killed
The squad squeezing shut
In the suffocating stress.
There's no ifs ands or buts,
Sounds must be suppressed.
Struggling to sit still,
Striving to stay silent.
Such a test of their will,
Stirring not for the giant.
In the face of the thing,
They must remain unflinching.
Like a muscled, coiled spring,
In slow motion, ever inching.
--------------------------------
Silence You Crazies, Silence
(based on Shine On You Crazy Diamond by Pink Floyd)
Dismembered the thing in alarm
You must remain calm
Silence you crazies, silence
Now there's a terror nearby
Any sound and you'll die
Silence you crazies, silence
You were caught in the crossfire of shadows and gargoyles
Stood on the weak beams
Silence you target for mealtime disaster
Silence you firebrand, you feline, you farmer, and quiet
You breached for the secret through room
You hide from your doom
Silence you crazies, silence
Unsettled, gruesomely lithe
And it's taking its time
Silence you crazies, silence
With it shrieking out 'welcome' with aural transmissions
Brought in the huge beast
Silence you lover of sudden ignitions
Silence you doctor, you tiger, you superior, and quiet
Post by: corncobman on May 27, 2021, 11:46:57 PM
In The Silent World, Death Foetus Curls
The death-giant wraps
Into a position to rest.
The trio and cat trapped
With the unpopular guest.
The window-crasher hangs
Over them like a cloud.
Stay still like statues, gang,
And don't breathe too loud!
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Pg 437
Stuck High And Dry, Unlike That Mage Guy
The gang glancing aside
With nothing else left to do,
Except hold fast and quiet
And hope for a far riot anew.
Against waves and currents,
Battling is the owl mage.
Swept up in the torrents
By the illusions enraged.
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Silence You Crazies, Silence (continued)
Now the intruder's not far
And hunched down bizarre
Silence you crazies, silence
Curled in a source of despair
And it's uncomfortably there
Silence you crazies, silence
And he'll gasp in the violence
Of the mad Kade's torrent
And flail on the deep seas
Come on you soul guide, you winner and loser
Come on diviner you're hooked in illusion, and fight
Post by: corncobman on May 30, 2021, 10:20:41 PM
She Was Being Followed, Oh No, It's The Doggo?
A voice calls to him,
Calling Onni's name.
To the mage on a swim,
Help finally came.
Trying to hold strong,
Weathering the greatest test.
What took her so long?
Tuuri's followed by some guests.
Tried to stop them escorting,
Ineffectual in that problem.
As she continues reporting,
A recognisable bark dogs them.
Post by: Maglor on May 31, 2021, 09:51:34 PM
Spoiler: show
Post by: corncobman on May 31, 2021, 11:04:59 PM
Wants To Be Rid, Ask For Help Someone Did
"Urf!" barks the pupper,
Boundless with cheer.
So here come the others,
Boldly declaring "We're here!"
"WHY?!" he shouts, exasperated.
Earlier Reynir heard them say
That they wanted to be aided,
"No!" he said "Go away, GO AWAY!"
With the Icelander helping,
They won't be alone on this dive.
It's too late for yelling,
The sought for help has arrived.
Now there's no way of stopping this
Becoming a messier affair.
Mages together in solving it,
Better in here, than out there...
Post by: corncobman on June 02, 2021, 11:15:00 PM
Against That Grin, He Cannot Win
That's not the way Reynir
Recalls those events.
Grinning from ear to ear,
As if playing ignorant.
Fine, the owl conceded,
He gives out an errand.
The Icelander is needed
To be bait for the aberrant.
A good idea it's agreed,
He's to keep it distracted.
So Tuuri can be left free
To pinpoint Grandma exactly.
Post by: corncobman on June 03, 2021, 10:46:26 PM
No Longer Smiling, Into The Pantry They Come Piling
You heard her, Reynir,
So get to the distracting.
Now that his task is clear,
He's no longer laughing.
The sprite sweeps away
Into the darkness of shade,
Let the wannabe mage play
For the kade to be delayed.
The curtain closes down
On the group still squatting.
Between death and the dead, found
In circumstances most rotten.
By now the pantry surrounded,
The throng amassing on the scene.
Scratching, scrabbling countless
And the bears close chapter thirteen.
Post by: corncobman on June 09, 2021, 10:16:49 PM
Avert Your Gaze, Don't Join The Craze!
Sky blackened, shaded, blotted,
Dark shreds as tendrils spread.
In this illusory dimension pocket
They must simply lightly tread.
In the dreamworld straggling,
Averting all their gazes.
Still with the Kade grappling
As it beholds in many phases.
They try to hold its attention,
While the sprite goes whizzing on.
Continuing on her ascension,
To find where Grandma Ensi's gone...
Post by: corncobman on June 17, 2021, 01:24:19 AM
Where Can Grandma Be? All Eyes On Tuuri
The vast expanse holds
Secrets dark, lost, clouded.
Going head-first, bold.
Rising deeper, unbowing.
Into the heart of onyx,
Within the eyes' focus.
From the depths demonic
Finding Grandma is the onus.
The formless shapes sighted,
But their attention elsewhere.
Tuuri calls out to her lightly,
But is she even still there?
Post by: Richard Weir on June 21, 2021, 10:42:35 AM
Night with sabre claws
Opens its mouth - full of eyes;
It tears at our dreams.
Post by: corncobman on June 23, 2021, 05:15:36 AM
Hold The Line, Rescue Canine
The cyclic waves whip and beat,
The canine roars to fend.
No backing down, no retreat,
Until the task comes to an end.
Waters break, a shield they meet,
By the spiritual doggo friend.
Surging, rinsing on repeat,
The pressure does not relent.
Until their aims can be complete,
They stay hemmed, encircled, penned.
Can they ever repeat the feat?
For how long here can they spend?
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Pg 445
Rive The Sky, The Hive Of Eyes
The very shadows are rent
Split with flaring orbs.
Mouth and claws embodiment,
As attention brought towards.
The sky, it shreds in wispy locks.
As if burning, vaporising.
Bearing down the horrow fog,
Illness and pain comprising.
The eyes flare and coruscate,
The jetting black contorts.
The craw erupts in blackest hate,
They're in the Kade's court!
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Pg 446
Coping With Attacks, Probing For Any Cracks
The dusk pounds and pounds,
Obstructing against the brunt.
Nightmare fingers bearing down
'Gainst the hindrances in front.
The animalistic maw
Containing glowing hungry eyes.
Buffeting without pause
For any time that they can buy.
The onslaught unabating
Against the psychic shells,
One sided strikes abrading
But still holding and repelled.
Post by: corncobman on June 24, 2021, 01:28:21 AM
Scoop And A Throw, Go With The Floe
Behemoth claws of shadow
Dip into the shallows.
Slipping under their floe
Scooping and they're thrown.
The sudden forceful levitation,
Indirect striking at the bubble.
The dislodge, disorientation,
Out of shelter, vulnerable.
The shocked and suprised doggo,
Cannot shield them in this state.
The tumbling mages and luontos,
And Lalli's accepting of his fate.
Post by: corncobman on June 24, 2021, 11:51:40 PM
The Puppy Hound Can Stand On Water Like Ground
The Puppy Hound Can Stand On Water Like Ground
The group hit below deck,
With an almighty splash.
Their cohesion wrecked
In the flustering backlash.
As they struggle to regain
Some form of composure,
They hasten to strain
In their naked exposure.
Their positions baleful,
Some paddle to the shore.
While some climb from the pool,
As if water is solid floor.
Post by: corncobman on June 28, 2021, 11:23:45 AM
Still Hunkered Up, Needs A Neck Rub
Amongst the smoke
And the brimstone eyes
The sprite bird rogue
Seeking as she flies.
"Grandma! It's me, Tuuri,"
"Grandma!" She cries
No sign does she see,
Until she's surprised.
An orb glows in azure.
Seemingly, in reply.
By the voices lured,
Is she recognised?
Away from the ocean
And finder infiltrated,
A position frozen,
Cramped and agitated.
The neck, shoulder aches.
For this, no release.
No moves can they make
'Til threat of death leaves.
Post by: corncobman on June 28, 2021, 11:32:26 PM
As They Are Waiting, Claws On Door Grating
Baiting and waiting,
Now bear adjacent.
Sniffing, investigating,
Picking up their scent.
The smells permeating,
The barriers too thin.
Scratching, abrading
At the prisoners therein.
The sound resonating,
Comes closer, more frequent.
Becoming agitating
At a time inconvenient.
Post by: corncobman on July 02, 2021, 01:06:39 AM
Scritching Triggers Itchy Fingers
Each agonising score,
Each scratch in sequence.
Louder, furthermore
Increases Surma's grievance.
The disruption caused
To the monster head-blocked,
Leaves the stranded squad
Staring restless, agog.
Disturbing the hellspawn,
Is the scratch-scritching,
Those scything talons
Are gettin' real itchy.
------------------------------
Pg 452
Bringing The Pounds, Not A Subtle Sound
The scratching incessant
Has not penetrated.
The barrier still present,
Leaves bear mama frustrated.
She rests her paws down,
Almost as if to concede.
Before a mighty booming sound
Resonates through the suite.
A knock, furious bear-strong,
Subtlety gone with the rumbling.
The earth-shattering KA-KRONG,
Brings the walls crumbling.
Post by: corncobman on July 04, 2021, 10:27:13 PM
Shake Rocks, Face Off
The door implodes,
The walls crumble.
In combat mode,
Ready to rumble!
Great claws appearing,
The Surma emerges.
Facing off, rearing,
Monumental scourges.
Caving-in impending,
Under the monstrous.
In conflict rending,
The room deconstucts.
Post by: corncobman on July 06, 2021, 02:47:38 AM
No Death As A Hero, A Pathetic Way To Go
The rumble signfies
The surrounds collapsing.
The frameworks compromised,
And a deathpit all-entrapping.
Walls of rock destroyed,
Down upon the great beasts.
Not a thing could avoid
The sinkhole unleashed.
A tumbling impression,
Claws and bodies flail.
This is no question,
The most pathetic fail.
The valkyrie sighs,
No death in battle managed.
Such an inglorious demise,
As collateral damage.
---------------------------------
Warrior
(based on Mad World lyrics by Roland Orzabal)
All around me are familiar faces
Blown out places, fall from graces
Bright and early for the daily chases
Going downstairs, going downstairs
The walls are filling up crevasses
No contention, no contention
Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
A pathetic way to kill you
A pathetic way to die
Closing the final curtain
Being buried, as a
Warrior
Warrior
Warrior
Warrior
Combat is the most best way to die good
As a valkyrie, as a valkyrie
This is not the way a viking death should
Humiliation, humiliation
It's not cool and doing a disservice
Going slowly, going slowly
Meet my maker without drawing weapons
Peripherally, peripherally
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
A pathetic way to kill you
A pathetic way to die
Closing the final curtain
Being buried, as a
Warrior
Warrior
Warrior
Warrior
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
A pathetic way to kill you
A pathetic way to die
Closing the final curtain
Being buried, as a
Warrior
Warrior
As collateral
Warrior
Post by: corncobman on July 07, 2021, 10:16:17 PM
Not So Fine Dining, Meanwhile, Still Shining
With a crash almighty,
The lower floors bear
The impact unsightly
Into the tables and chairs.
The concrete piledriver
Caused the reckless vandalism.
The lone bear survivor,
Witness to the wreckage cataclysm.
All the while, concurrently,
Still at the glowing globule.
Eyeing the object warily,
Friendly or hostile circle?
Post by: corncobman on July 08, 2021, 10:46:57 PM
Oh, What The Heck, Give It A Peck
The corrupted orb Tuuri gets near,
Pulsating present with polluted life.
The bird then pecks upon the stinking sphere,
Beak pointed keen as if a surgeon's knife.
Then with her bill she nips and snips away
The flesh tearing and ripping portions free.
All the while the oblivious Kade,
Only noticing a fault finally.
Revealing in reach of the stalwart swift,
Further will she find the jail-bird's bones.
The sprite persists, plucking, pulling, lifting...
So she can save the soul and pay what's owed.
Such a petrified bird's bones buried there.
Is this Grandma Ensi, or other snared?
Post by: corncobman on July 11, 2021, 11:41:57 PM
For A Closer Peak, Beak-To-Beak
Observing the bones
Of the decrepit corpse.
Fleshless, unknown,
Into a position warped.
She hops down, closer,
Until she's face-to-face.
To rouse the decompose-d
To get to a better place.
The fluffy sprite pecks
At the skeleton petrified.
The shadow feels effects
Of the sensation inside.
Post by: corncobman on July 12, 2021, 10:05:36 PM
Something's Fishy, Is It Itchy?
The shadow monster irked,
Obviously somethings up.
Observing it as it jerks,
"What is it doing?" asks the pup.
Bending, shaking, twitchy,
With its unnatural spasms.
Reynir thinks it's itchy,
Onni dripping with sarcasm.
Within it, there's movement,
The bones stir, vitalised.
To Tuuri's inducements,
The old skeleton can rise.
The shade suddenly bites
Down at the body of its own.
Lashing out, the wight,
Escapees won't be condoned.
-----------------------------
Had Enough by The Who (with some changes)
I've had enough of forcefield guys
I've had enough of playing along
I've had enough, I'm gonna make you suffer
Ooh, I've had enough now, understood?
I'm stopping everything, I'm gonna get ya good
Goin' undercover, tryin' to find grandmother
Life is for killing
Takers never willing
Magicians' efforts'll be a bust
Ensi is turning into dust
If you got on the inside of me, already blown your cover
I've had enough of bein' coerced on
My massive face is gonna get ya gone
If you think I'm weak, well, there I'm gonna have you smothered
Life is for killing
Takers never willing
Fooling no-one but yourselves
You are dying
Here comes the end
Here comes the end of the world
I'm gettin' sick of this universe
Ain't gonna get better; it's gonna get worse
And the world's gonna sink with the weight of the Kade space
Hate and fear in every face
I'm gettin' ready and I'm on the chase
If you think you're getting better, can you leave this place?
Fooling no-one but yourselves
Dove is dying
Here comes the end
Here comes the end
Here comes the end of the world
Post by: corncobman on July 14, 2021, 10:17:08 PM
Did It Commit Seppuku? Never Mind, It's Too Good To Be True
It explodes into bits,
Its shadows ignited.
At first glimpse,
It just suicided?
But the small shades reform,
Combining with the eyes.
Thus assembling a swarm,
Kades of smaller size.
Never mind, it didn't.
'Twas too good to be true.
Powers much more persistant
Than were initially construed.
Coming apart like feathers,
Flock the lesser silhouettes.
Now the three have to weather,
A different kind of threats.
Post by: corncobman on July 16, 2021, 02:03:22 AM
Damned Shades To Spare, Grandma's Not There
Set sweeping, scrambling,
The swarm shades sculpted.
Animals resembling
Like luontos corrupted.
From the eyes gradually,
The foulness takes form.
Embodying individually,
And joining the storm.
Out from one being cast,
A little sprite sticks.
She emerges intact,
Escaping from her fix.
From the lank incorporeal,
And elongated limbs.
No link genealogical
Can be found now within.
Post by: corncobman on July 18, 2021, 10:28:50 PM
Escaping Grandmother, Unseen By The Others
The shadow crane darts,
Away from the others.
Tuuri begs someone to start
Noticing it's grandmother!
"Hey! Hey! You guys!"
"Over here!" She pleads.
But the shade dashes by
Before it can be freed.
Meanwhile the squad's got
Bigger problems to contend.
They sure enough have not
Any spare attention to send.
Reynir, the rune spellsmith,
Rushed by a moose that sprang.
His fylgia just repelled it
With a headbutting "TWANGG!"
Post by: corncobman on July 19, 2021, 10:14:57 PM
Everyone's Split, Grandma's Cheesing It!
The impact results
In the shade dispersing.
The eye of the occult,
Clearly intact, reversing.
The doggo pair catapulted
Into the drink with a splash.
The others being assaulted
As they try to make a dash.
"Stop her!" Tuuri-bird yet
Cries, "She's running away!"
They don't heed her, instead,
Scattering all in disarray.
The only one keeping an eye on
Grandma is alone with no help.
With no-one else to rely on,
She has to follow, herself.
Post by: corncobman on July 21, 2021, 10:56:47 PM
Keep Her Tied, Peck Her In The Eye
Tuuri tries to get past
The crane in egress.
Trying to work fast
Else it'll all be useless.
She pecks at the mouth-eye
In an effort to detain.
Thus keeping grandma tied,
Responding to the pain.
Snapping as she flaps,
Pecking, being a nuisance.
So that before long perhaps
Others can bring solutions.
Post by: corncobman on July 22, 2021, 10:29:10 PM
Crane Persuaded, Kade Recreated
Tuuri lures the shade
Back again to be nearer.
Successfully persuaded,
Maybe now they'll hear her.
The group dynamic hindered,
In the free-for-all scuffle.
Reconstituting from the splinters,
The Kade watches them get ruffled.
The Luonto's get stuck in,
The Icelander making retreat.
A big worm slowly forms up
In the confusion in peace.
Meanwhile in the rubble,
Surma no more such a menace.
The mama bear untroubled,
She will have her vengeance...
Post by: corncobman on July 26, 2021, 12:00:51 AM
Lying Limbs Splayed, Try To Inch Away
Recovery do be slow,
Orientation randomised.
Their limbs all akimbo,
In a position compromised.
Quick, quiet, they rouse,
While they try to extricate.
Sigun pointing the way out
Before mama becomes activated.
Towards the door, therein
Is found the exit bay.
Ere the bear gets its bearings,
They try to sneak, sneak away...
Post by: corncobman on July 26, 2021, 10:08:50 PM
Mama Bear Roars, Surma Stirs Once More
The ursine headless
Observes their tiptoes.
Mama bear relentless,
Spots them by the windows.
She roars her disdain
At the smuggling foes.
The din rouses Surma again,
Will they come to more blows?
Post by: corncobman on July 29, 2021, 02:51:29 AM
Battle Of The Bosses, Swatting Monster Tosses
As they lumber toward the door,
In the day's dwindling light.
Bear mama charging ever more
Still itching for a bite.
Surma rises, rankling at its height,
At the ursine mother's roars.
Swinging talons to with full might,
To settle their started scores.
Swiping at the titan it dwarfs,
Tossing like a rag-doll miniscule.
With such substantial force,
Stony, savage, callous, cruel.
Post by: corncobman on July 29, 2021, 10:33:34 PM
Tornado Frenzy, Destruction Aplenty
A terrible slam
Of the absolute unit.
Slash attacks spammed,
Furniture movement.
In a crazed furor.
Whirlwind tempestuous.
Mother bear injured,
In watchful tenseness.
"Didn't notice us, go!"
She whispers to them frantic.
Locked in are Sigrun and co.
And Surma's on to their antics.
To the klak-klak-klak-ing,
Their yanks, reckless abuses.
Turning to them, tracking,
"Sh!" - or they'll be executed!
Post by: corncobman on August 02, 2021, 01:22:41 AM
The Grappling Starts, 'Till Death Do They Part
Still in mid flare-up,
Surma's sonic tantrum,
The matriarch bear ups
And, biting, clamps on.
Smashing to the floor,
But the claws go gripping.
Now in attritional war,
Both go into flesh ripping.
In a death-grip, hateful,
Enemies held close.
Until it becomes fatal
For one, other, or both.
Post by: corncobman on August 03, 2021, 01:04:50 AM
Pelt Intervention, Felt In Digestion
To get the door to release,
The group pull and jab.
Forking uselessly seized,
They futilely poke and grab.
The headless bear-beast
Leaps from the rafters.
A disembowelled fleece,
Lands on Surma for afters.
Enswathed, the bear pelt
Onto the head of the colossus.
Beginning to dissolve and melt
Under its digestive process.
Outside of this new struggle,
The mother bear is tossed.
As its flesh hisses and bubbles,
Death's head turning to sauce.
---------------------------
Jump by Van Halen (with some changes)
I get up
And mama's throwin' down
You ain't so tough
She's been the toughest all around
And I know
Baddy you're gonna squeal
You're gonna fo-oh-old
As I munch ya
And get to my meal
Ah, you can't see me standin' here
I got your back as I'm watching the scene
You ain't the worst that I've seen
Ah, can't you see that I'm mean?
Ah, might as well jump
Jump!
Might as well jump
Go ahead and jump
Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Ow, oh, hey, you! You feel that?
Baddy, how's your skin?
I say you don't kno-oh-ow
You won't know until I begin
So ya can't see me landing here
I got your back as I digest your proteins
You ain't the worst that I've seen
Ah, can't you see that I'm mean?
Ah, might as well chomp
Chomp!
Go ahead and chomp
Might as well chomp
Chomp!
Go ahead and chomp
Chomp!
[instrumental]
Might as well chomp
Chomp!
Go ahead and chomp
Get bitten, chomp
Chomp!
Go ahead and chomp
Chomp!
Chomp!
Chomp!
Chomp!
Post by: corncobman on August 04, 2021, 10:20:25 PM
Over Bearing, Daggers Paring
The rug-bear still leeching,
While Mama regains lucidity.
Surma's long claws reaching
At the attaching flaccidity.
Mother spectates in horror,
Sounds of ripping and tearing.
The talons slicing and scoring
Lacerating death over bearing.
Slashed, slivered at Surma's hands.
Serrated, sliced by the brutish thing.
Together they may stand a chance,
But separated, they're diminishing.
Post by: Maglor on August 05, 2021, 09:51:52 AM
I would kiss 'em gangsters, bandits, beggars, thiefs,
I would paint the town red, it's fine by me!
Bring your worst to me, and I will beg for more
For refusing isn't what my lips are for!
Untill I'm young -
I dance.
Never say no.
Always - yes!
I don't care if you're being down and out of breath,
For I am as indiscriminate as death!
They say you're a robber. I say - it's ok.
This is not the worst those people have to say.
Why should I care
You have hooves and horns?!
Always say yes.
Never - no!
It's a guiltless blood I can not stand to see.
It's the punisher who I will never kiss!
Post by: corncobman on August 06, 2021, 12:12:16 AM
Rended Into Tatters, Ending As A Spatter
Mother bear watching.
But watching powerlessly.
Flesh and fur swatches
Get shredded mercilessly.
The slivers and carvings
Of what used to be...
One of mother's darlings
Now scattered messily.
Mutated bear adolescent
Was never, ever, a match.
Surma was hardly contested.
Worth barely a scratch.
Post by: corncobman on August 15, 2021, 11:45:04 PM
Losing Control, Cross The River Of Souls
The face-off epic
Between Surma and bear,
Overshadowed, eclipsed,
By the crane of despair.
Chasing the sprite chick
In its mouthy glare.
As they cross the Styx,
Ferrying without a fare.
-----------------------------
Kade Eye Fused (based on Summertime Blues by Alan Jackson)
Well, I'm a gonna race from the belovedly departed
It's really been a bummer, it's over before it started
Every time I call my granny, to try to get her awake
The eye says, no, I'll hunt you across this lake
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused
Well, we came together and made a plan, we had some join our party
It's turning into chaos, it's a demolition derby
Well it doesn't look so good, cause they're coming fast and thick
Now she's coming after me and we have to make it quick
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused
I tried to use my beak, no-one heard my narration
We gotta massive problem needing concentration
Well I think it's my grandma with an eye in her throat
I'd like to get someone but the chances look remote
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused
Well, I'm a gonna race from the anciently departed
It's really been a bummer, just us all broken-hearted
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused
Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused
No, there ain't no cure for the Kade eye fused
Post by: corncobman on August 22, 2021, 11:50:53 PM
Look Out Below, Just Watching The Show
The sun lying low,
A peaceful panorama.
Shattered by a blow
From the mother in trauma.
Into the valley they go,
Surma launched by mama.
Plummeting down below,
Bound, life's anathema.
Through fragmented window,
Watching all the drama.
No due language apropos
For the antecedent fracas.
Post by: corncobman on August 25, 2021, 01:06:33 AM
Problem Not Fixed, Help Her Deal With This
The pair of giants in mid-brawl
No longer have them in their minds.
One will win and survive it all
So a problem unsolved, you'll find.
Meaning this is now their chance,
To regroup, and make it out of there.
But some are in the dreamland trance,
With nightmares in their hair.
Sprite in the middle of a rout,
Mages in eye shadow combat.
To her brother, calling out...
Please, help her deal with that!
Post by: corncobman on August 26, 2021, 12:28:46 AM
Splintering Strike, Lingering Demon-like
Spear of light thrusting,
The mage strikes the shade.
Lightning conducting
As the shadows get unmade.
The eye still glows, lingering,
The darkness not dispersed.
Reforming from the splintering
Black feathers, twilight-curst.
Post by: corncobman on August 26, 2021, 10:37:32 PM
A Messy Show, A Friendly Hello
The pair keeping one eye on
The blobbed eyeball throng,
As it regrows ever higher,
Larger, dozen shadows strong.
The Kade fragments reunite,
In the face of the not-friends.
But then up from the heights
An orange figure decends.
With a haughty splash,
And a muttering of laments.
They've made such a hash
What a mess of events.
"Uh, hello." said bemused,
Reynir ushered to be hushed.
Tuonela swan unenthused
Could have them all crushed.
Post by: corncobman on August 30, 2021, 12:52:21 AM
Not Here For You, Only Those Past Due
The swan's here to slaughter,
And take all of their souls.
Sorry, it already saw them,
But it's not here for that goal.
For taking souls out of turn,
The snooty swan doesn't like to.
It's a great deal more concerned
With those that are past their due.
Upon hearing this news, Reynir,
With a wave of relief washed.
For this moment it's unclear,
Whose will it take, when it takes off?
Post by: corncobman on August 30, 2021, 11:56:14 PM
Ask For A Bail Out, Alas, Only For The Fallout
If it's here for the souls,
Can it help them take down the thing?
It's not allowed to be so helpful,
Only for the aftermath gathering.
The swan cannot get involved with
Earthly dealings so crude.
They're on their own to resolve it
"Figure it out.", my dudes.
"I cannot tell you." It says,
As it fies off to the shadiness.
They'll have to do it some way,
Unassisted, nevertheless.
Post by: corncobman on September 02, 2021, 12:35:24 AM
Rules To Be Fudged, Duo Need A Nudge
The red swan advances
On the black territory.
Takes a backwards glace,
Saying contemplatory...
"Now why would I fly up here?"
Checking if they listen.
Are the hints any more clear?
Bothered by their indecision.
They glance unsure, the pair,
Confused at the bird's call.
Now why would it fly there,
And say anything at all?
Post by: ohnosir on September 02, 2021, 01:11:58 AM
I'm not a poetry guy but damn.
You are so dedicated and prolific, you have my enormous respect.
Keep on keepin on.
Post by: corncobman on September 04, 2021, 08:34:06 AM
Trailing The Crossed Swan, Scaling The Colossus Some
On the edge of blackness
They make their way to climb.
The swan watches the hapless
Mage duo take their time.
The Fylgia and Luonto
Watch on in bemusement,
As the pair grab onto
The formation lying dormant.
Catching up the swan steely,
Sitting, brooding, smug.
And so they scale, feeling
For a method to pull the plug.
Thanks for the kind words!
Post by: corncobman on September 06, 2021, 12:25:40 AM
Into The Tunnels, Further Funnelled
No sooner do they reach than
The swan flaps from them further.
Deeper into the breach then,
Acting as dog and cat-herder.
Into the adumbral passages,
On the swooping spirit's rear.
Forward following fathomless
The spectral cygnus austere.
Post by: corncobman on September 06, 2021, 11:24:24 PM
The Shadows Shift, Sealing Up The Rift
Following still the orange
Swan leading them engrossed.
With them deep in the warrens,
The aperture starts to close.
The sticky shadows seal up,
Like inky oozing tar.
The crane raises its beak up,
Spying the fissure from afar.
Post by: corncobman on September 08, 2021, 11:00:53 PM
Don't You Dare! Bursting Into The Air
Granny crane goes hastening,
The rushing bird flies fleetly.
Before the portal opening
Passageway shuts completely.
"Stop!", Onni demanding,
"Don't go back into it!"
Trying to keep it planted,
But he goes right through it.
He only delayed momentarily
Before it dematerialised.
Into fragments contrarily
Right before his very eyes.
Post by: corncobman on September 09, 2021, 10:15:11 PM
The Sprite Chased, Bumped In Its Face!
The little sprite calls:
"I'll get her!", she chases.
The mad shade tries its all
To return to its dark places.
But before it can reach,
The fissure 'SHWLOPS' in sealing.
There! No more an open breach,
And the impact leaves it reeling.
Post by: corncobman on September 12, 2021, 10:49:33 PM
Entry Withheld, Scratchy Shell
The frantic floundering
Crane crumples in a heap.
Its return squandering,
No way to go back to sleep.
The pairof siblings spectate,
The giant shadow in excrescence.
Scratching the impact site defaced,
With a complete lack of cognizance.
Looking up, isolated, forlorn,
As the wisp leviathan sits.
Stranded, solitary, torn,
Overdue in rejoining it.
Post by: corncobman on September 14, 2021, 02:33:35 AM
Follow The Swan's Cues, Sticking To Their Shoes
While the behemoth sits still,
The boys inside plod along.
Deep in the cavernous filth,
Sticky, slimy, dripping, wrong.
On the back of the swan,
Pair holding their tongues.
How far have the three gone?
They continue to be strung.
There's scarcely any life signs,
This abstract path extended.
Just a swan on a straight line,
To what point, to what end?
----------------------------
Mystic Trackers In Dripping Caverns
In a damaged vessel along a foul wind
Arrival in the mystic nightmare spawn
Shifting evils, chameleonic sins
The fleeting way, tailgate the keeper swan
Nasty, drippy, sticky, revolting underfoot
Deeper dragged into the cavernous void
To oppose the rot at its very root
Fortune shouldered by two unlikely boys
Press they ahead with no alternative
By design or fate, the annoying truth
Release the dead, seperate souls to give
Salvation placed in doubtful hands of youths
No utterance, only a pair to lead
A covenant and a host to be freed
Post by: corncobman on September 15, 2021, 10:35:55 PM
Mixed Signals, Fixed Wiggles
Round the catacomb pools,
They dash in calm pursuit.
Into this crypt of fools,
They plot their gloomy route.
Where are they headed? Where?
Asks Reynir in curiosity.
"Nowhere," the swan declares,
It says: "Stop following me!"
It hovers at a specific spot,
Its wing-tips almost guiding.
This'll be all the help they've got,
Saying no but still inviting...
Post by: corncobman on September 17, 2021, 04:29:33 AM
Swan Diving Dip, Inquiries Skipped
Surly cygnus staring,
Guardian gazes grim.
Purposefully preparing,
Selecting to swim.
Pooling in particular,
Here in this horrid hive.
A stern silent stickler,
Due destination to derive.
Before the boy can blurt,
To take a bit of its time...
His hesitation hardly heard,
Drowned out by the dive.
Post by: corncobman on September 20, 2021, 04:16:01 AM
The Distance Defeats Him, The Way Is Beneath Him
They both glance aside.
Wordless, questioning.
For this water slide,
Their keenness lessening.
The Icelander takes a dunk,
For a precursory look.
The distance has him sunk,
A dark tunnel has him shook.
Do they go channel-hopping
Through a watery fog?
He re-emerges sopping,
Like a wet shaking dog.
Uncertainty is that way,
Through the burrow ahead.
Lalli acting most blasé,
Arms crossed, at the pleb.
Post by: corncobman on September 20, 2021, 11:09:26 PM
Opinions Terse, Fully Submersed
Lalli advocates,
Standing stock firm,
For them to wait
Until the swan returns.
No putting it to a vote,
Swiftly he unbuttons.
Reynir takes off his coat
Without any discussion.
They cannot afford
To wait for another path.
He dives straight forward,
With a massive splash.
The tender of sheep,
Going to such extremes.
Taking a breath deep,
Lalli also submarines.
Post by: corncobman on September 22, 2021, 11:13:40 PM
Forced To Exert, A Little Squirt
Kicking, plumbing the depths.
Arms stretched, diving deeper...
Madly making the lengths,
While closing his peepers.
The feline scout descends,
Before they get lost.
There's light at the end,
Underwater tunnel crossed.
The swan sitting, waiting.
Paddling leisurely, free.
Reynir quietly contemplating
While Lalli emerges rapidly.
Inside another cave system,
The quasi-spelunkers.
An ethereal to assist them,
What is the next juncture?
Post by: corncobman on September 24, 2021, 02:13:53 AM
Take Your Hand Dear Chap And Give The Eye A Jab
In the middle of their view
An obvious orbish mouth.
From it flowing fluids spew,
Like a fountain, spilling out.
Forming a great saliva pool,
In which they're swimming about.
Paddling clear in the drool
Still is the latecomer scout.
What are they supposed to do
About the mouthy looking thing?
Shrugging swan give them a clue...
Giving a poke, its eye must sting.
The task seems clear as crystal,
All they have to do is try.
The maybe mates most magical
Have to stick it inna eye!
Post by: corncobman on September 28, 2021, 12:00:20 AM
Hold On A Minute, Stick Your Arm In It
Reynir climbs up the wall
Of the tear-shedding eye.
Hoping to bring the downfall
By running the orb dry.
He leans on the iris,
Peers through the aperture.
A gleaming phosphorescence
Of an unexplained lustre.
After this discovery
With this dim, damp sighting...
Hoping to recover it,
By jamming an arm right in!
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Pg 495
His Feet Lalli Hold, Is Reynir A Dolt?
He can't reach the thing,
Lalli! Hold his legs.
Reynir's not waiting,
He's already dunked his head!
Is he stupid? Lalli cursed
As he struggles to hold.
Nearly completely submerged,
Almost out of control.
The Icelander retrieves
The object in question.
Wouldn't you believe?
Bird bones in suspension.
Post by: corncobman on September 30, 2021, 12:17:38 AM
As Quick As A Blink, Drop-kicked Into The Drink
A less than ideal outcome,
For the Finnish toothpick.
Suction on the mage dumb
Giving Lalli a swift kick!
The cat loses his grip,
From the occulus sphere.
Causing them both to slip
Right into the pool of tears.
"I got it!" Reynir quips,
Clasping the bones long-gone.
Those remains he must give
To the smouldering swan
Post by: corncobman on October 03, 2021, 10:58:05 PM
Hand Over The Bones, No Running Zone
"Uh...okay." hesitant
Is the Icelandic dope.
Passing over the remnant
For their objective in hope.
Meanwhile outside the beast,
The dark crane is blockaded.
North, south, west and east,
Don't let her escape it!
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Pg 498
With Each Shake Of It, Don't Know What To Make Of It
The bones are snapped rabidly,
Being shaken with furiosity.
The pair left gaping stupidly,
In mixed horror and curiosity.
Internally embroiled,
Bearing disturbing witness.
In the midst of the turmoil,
The beast still lifeless.
The bones like feathers break,
A transformation unsealed.
With each succesive shake
The pure glow is revealed.
Post by: corncobman on October 05, 2021, 12:20:18 AM
Cracks In The Floor, Breach In The Core
The swan catapulted
The white sprite derived.
Bird spirit resulting,
It springs into life.
The unsettling side-effect,
Causing cracks in the ground.
Through the shadow, defects,
The splintering resounds.
Where two float unconcerned,
The rupturing expands.
The inner landscape churned
From where only Lalli stands.
From its very dark heart,
The glow permeates through.
Outside, splitting, scarred,
As the light inside grew.
Post by: Maglor on October 05, 2021, 04:14:23 PM
Oh, beneath the weeping willow,
Warrior was lying there.
Oh-oh, beneath the willow,
Warrior was lying there.
Raven was there circling over.
It was croaking over him.
It was thinking, it was over.
It was waiting for a meal.
Stop your mournful croaking, Raven,
Stop you circling in the sky.
Oh-oh, stop it, Raven.
Fly away. I'm still alive.
Fly away, away, you, Raven,
There you'll find my parent's house.
Take my shawl, soar up and take it
To my young and tender wife.
Fly away and tell her, Raven -
I have married the other girl.
In the prairie, I have married -
That's what you'll be telling her.
Oh, the wedding was so quiet,
Right beneath the willow tree.
Oh-oh, it was so quiet
Right beneath the willow tree.
Oh, my trusty saber wooed us,
My best man was a bayonet
Oh-oh, the saber wooed us,
My best man was a bayonet
We've been married by the bullet.
We've been married by the grave.
We've been married by the bullet.
We've been married by the grave.
Post by: corncobman on October 07, 2021, 01:30:57 AM
Birdy Sprite Hatched, Emerging Swan Snatched
A cannon of water blasts
From the spectre of curse.
Forth the hulking mass
Like a broken weir burst.
Erupting into the air
Is the spirit swan being.
Good luck to the pair
Without the power of wings.
The crane and flankers
Spectate the waterfall gush.
No compass, no anchor,
No longer in such a rush.
Floaty eyeballs, lost souls,
From the fluids doth spill.
Was the bargain made whole?
Make of that what you will.
Post by: corncobman on October 07, 2021, 11:37:54 PM
Display, Air Control - Away, Or Lose Your Soul
The sentient eyeballs fly
From the box of Pandora.
The swan does a fly-by
On the school of remora.
Snapping up the suckers,
Gathering into its beak.
Ascending and plucking
While strafing oblique.
The cygnus doubles round,
Swooping down to the waves.
Attention to the sound
Of the dire warning it gave.
Wings outstretched, it assails.
Gathering speed as it falls.
Out of way or get impaled,
Foolish featherless bipedal!
Post by: corncobman on October 10, 2021, 11:33:53 PM
Dive And Duck, Lest Eyes Get Plucked
Dodging, frantic-style,
Avoiding the beak-blast.
Like guided missile,
The swan hurtles past.
In the eye, reflects terror,
As the orange cygnus comes.
Speeds the soul procurer,
Like gathering breadcrumbs.
Beak hits, full impact,
As the black form shatters.
Lightning swan cracked
Taking care of matters.
Post by: corncobman on October 12, 2021, 12:01:06 AM
Swanning Governance, Incoming Turbulence
The swan speeding still,
Eye-souls gripped close.
The ebony lizard devil
Flips over in its throes.
It merges with the waters,
Transforming them jet.
The flowing current alters
Into a tempestuous threat.
The spirit makes to perch
Onto the frothing squall.
Leaving them in the lurch
When the sprite makes a call.
Gripping onto a storm hard,
As it churns and convulses.
The group's played their part.
They've got to discuss this.
Post by: corncobman on October 17, 2021, 06:34:34 AM
The Swan Cares Not, The Rest Won't Be Caught
"The rest of them!" She calls,
"They're escaping!" and how!
The swan won't get them all,
It's retrieved plenty now.
In contrast to Tuuri's stress,
It's in no hurry to get them.
It'll come back for the rest.
When a proper time comes.
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Pg 505
Shaken And Stirred, Remaking A Bird
Shaking whatever's snatched
Already in the clutches.
Snapshot eyes detached
Get illuminated touches.
Flashes oscillating,
Being whipped laterally.
A large sprite propagating
Their soul shape naturally.
Feathers fixed, wings raised,
Regained its former vigour.
The others finally gaze
At the resting final figure.
Post by: corncobman on October 17, 2021, 11:16:58 PM
Gigantic Spirit, Finally Coherent
The feathers emancipated,
Cygnuss as if in gleeful bliss.
"Uh, hi!" to the congregation,
"Nice meeting you like this."
A particular otherworldly sprite
Extends in majesty luminous.
Onni taken aback at the sight,
A known familiar gravitas.
Tuuri flies up to the crane,
The gigantic one in status.
The long-waited reunion again,
Liberated from the Kade's madness.
Post by: corncobman on October 19, 2021, 11:36:52 PM
One Job To Do, She'll Peck You Through
After a moment of silence,
A question is asked.
Threatening violence,
Onni only had one task!
Why is Tuuri here?
She gave him one job to do.
Hapless seer, steer clear,
Or she'll peck and wreck you.
Grandma crane incensed,
Her beak attack come stinging.
But Tuuri protests against
The murder that she's bringing.
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Pg 508
Not His Fault, Cease The Assault
It's not Onni fault at all,
All the blame is hers alone.
Into the water Onni falls,
Before any mercy is shown.
"Oh no, sweetheart!" she cries,
She ran away, didn't she?
Not exactly as she recites,
It's a long story, you see.
Reynir and doggo go for a walk
To give them all some space.
For this family gathering talk,
It's not the time nor place.
Post by: corncobman on October 21, 2021, 10:37:19 PM
In A World Of Insanity, Nothing Beats Family
With Reynir retreated,
And with his fylgia sat.
Family time much needed,
Sitting to have a chat.
Starts the family meeting,
A very long time ordained.
The circle at last completing,
Some closure will be obtained.
Some moments bittersweet in
A life of loss and pain,
Nevertheless fleeting,
Such may never come again.
Post by: Kiran on November 03, 2021, 12:37:04 PM
Spoiler: show
By a lake in the dales to the west,
Lay a small town far from the rest:
It was on the edge of the safe zone;
And ever in winter had aurorae shone.
Östersund was the name of the town,
Where of old lived the Västerströms.
High in wealth and name and fame;
Till a fire that brought their woes came.
The fire had danced all through the night,
Never did it to cease to ever burn bright.
It had brought to all there great woes;
For it had burnt their lives and homes.
A night, ruby-like in the summer it was,
When the forest was but a tinder box.
The cleansers were working away, cleansing
The forest land near the town's outskirts.
But a fire they started spread out of control;
Spreading fast, it headed towards the town.
One of the cleansers was running with speed
To reach the town before the fire and alert all.
The fire had danced all through the night,
Never did it to cease to ever burn bright.
It had brought to all there great woes;
For it had burnt their lives and homes.
Torolf Västerstrom was working and working
At his timber factory trying to make a living.
When a commotion started outside the place,
With people gasping looking at a distant place.
Torolf went and saw the commotion outside;
An orange hue had lit up the sky to the North;
"Fire!", shouted a distant man, running to them,
Who now fell, exhausted, in front of all there.
The fire had danced all through the night,
Never did it to cease to ever burn bright.
It had brought to all there great woes;
For it had burnt their lives and homes.
Torolf did not wait till the carriage had come,
He started to run to his house, to the North.
All this while Emil was having supper at home,
When he saw a bright orange on the trees.
He called his nanny to show the beautiful hue;
But upon seeing it she grabbed him and ran.
The nanny shouted for Emil's mother and ran;
Ran to the main door and took a pail of water.
The fire had danced all through the night,
Never did it to cease to ever burn bright.
It had brought to all there great woes;
For it had burnt their lives and homes.
Helga had come running out of the house,
Dumping on the ground some papers and money.
She went in and came out of the house thrice;
But the fourth time, she saw smoke rising nearby.
Smoke was coming from the roof and the rooms
Were glowing in an orange and yellow light;
She raised a shout and then cried for help;
The neighbors came running to her aid.
The fire had danced all through the night,
Never did it to cease to ever burn bright.
It had brought to all there great woes;
For it had burnt their lives and homes.
What would a pail of water do to a fire,
A fire that devoured the forests before?
Yet the neighbors came with pails of water
And ran to the now burning house with haste.
Nearby, the Bank was also beginning to be lost
To the brazen embers of the big forest fire.
People called for the fire brigade to come,
And they came with haste to fight the fire.
The fire had danced all through the night,
Never did it to cease to ever burn bright.
It had brought to all there great woes;
For it had burnt their lives and homes.
Torolf was still running with all his strength
When at last he came to what was his house.
Emil, Helga and the nanny were outside, weeping
With some papers and bags lying on the ground.
He immediately ran to get a pail of water and
Try to help douse the flames burning his house.
Yet the house was but entirely lost, and the bank
Fared no better as all that was in it was burnt.
The fire had danced all through the night,
Never did it to cease to ever burn bright.
It had brought to all there great woes;
For it had burnt their lives and homes.
Many homes were burnt during that very night,
So were two or three of the neighbors' lives.
The Vasterstroms sat down in shock and tears,
Knowing that all was lost save their clothes and lives.
They were no longer rich as most of their money
Was lost in the fire that destroyed the bank.
Skalds they became, they sold their factory,
And so came an end to their affluence and riches.
The fire had danced all through the night,
Never did it to cease to ever burn bright.
It had brought to all there great woes;
For it had burnt their lives and homes.
Edit: I corrected the typos I could find here.
Post by: Jitter on November 03, 2021, 01:02:52 PM
It doesn't matter if someone else has had the same idea, because everybody's views are different. So no need to worry if someone has already considered the same scenario :) I don't remember this particular scenario by anyone else, though.
Ironic that Emil became a cleanser after all this. Did he realize his love for fire when he saw this going down?
ps I noticed a couple of typos, would you like to have them pointed out or do you prefer to leave it as is?
Post by: moredhel on November 03, 2021, 02:25:40 PM
*I am no expert for poetry at all but I like this one very much.
Post by: Róisín on November 03, 2021, 10:46:04 PM
Post by: Kiran on November 03, 2021, 11:07:49 PM
ps I noticed a couple of typos, would you like to have them pointed out or do you prefer to leave it as is?No problem, Jitter. You can point out the typos. I tend to overlook some words and how they are spelt, so typos happen a lot. ^-^
Post by: Kiran on November 03, 2021, 11:17:27 PM
Kiran, that is a fine poem!
Kiran, that is a fine poem!
Kiran, thank you for your poem!
Thank you guys!
Spoiler: show
Post by: Keep Looking on November 04, 2021, 03:31:38 AM
Post by: corncobman on November 05, 2021, 12:27:46 AM
Their Camp In Positivity, Bear Hampered In Debility
Having made a campsite,
Rests the crew intrepid.
Drained from a fight,
Bear mama faint-headed.
As the merry band cook,
Mood somewhat cheery,
Submerged in a brook,
Bubbling away weary.
While absolutely gassed,
she ebbs, depleted,
In utter contrast,
Their task is completed.
Post by: corncobman on November 08, 2021, 05:07:13 AM
Battling With Death, Until The Dying Breath
In the battle for supremacy,
In this gigantic age,
They battle breathlessly
In their blind titanic rage.
The strikes, the blows, cruel.
Slasing impacts withering.
Furious hatred as their fuel,
Clashes leave them shivering.
Wrought by warring demons,
The carnage senseless.
Monsters without reason,
Matches wildly, reckless.
Stone-head and bear mother,
Battling with bitter fire.
Until one or the other,
Or both, finally expire.
Post by: corncobman on November 09, 2021, 12:34:02 AM
Fighting Evermore, Along The Rocky Shore
One monster swipes,
The other one shunts.
Headhunting snipes,
And the crashing brunt.
Barrelling, fumbling,
Battling furthermore.
Down the cliff tumbling
In an attritional war.
Back to the odd couple,
The two not-friend guys.
After the family huddle,
And the dialogue of demise.
Once again it's lights out,
Back to the dream land still.
The mage greets the scout.
You can see, he's thrilled...
Post by: corncobman on November 10, 2021, 11:14:43 PM
Say What You Have To Say, We Must Away
Lalli away from the crowd,
He said what he had to.
Not saying things aloud,
Leaving, he's glad to.
While the others immersed
In their kindred discourse,
The swan cuts through, terse,
In time pressure forced.
The moments are soon up, so
Make farewells and partings.
Stating "It's time to go.",
And spreading out its wings.
Post by: corncobman on November 15, 2021, 10:04:28 PM
A Peck On The Nose, Be Ready When They Go
A parting kiss
By the little sprite
She'll be missed
By her brother alright.
Bowing his head,
He can hardly bear.
The wings spread,
Taking to the air.
A bittersweet sting,
Final moments shared
One final thing.
Calling "Oy!" down there.
"Yeah?" Reynir asks,
"Be ready." It directs.
What is their task,
What's gonna be next?
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Page 515
Boom, Suddenly Smoke, For The Still Dreaming Folks
"You need to be quick
To get out!" It says.
Before it clicks, they're
Knocked from their daze.
Suddenly a boom, slick
Water rises to their waist.
Smoke blanketing thick,
The three still dream-spaced.
Interrupting, an eruption,
A fire and smoke taste.
They'll awaken abruptly,
And have to make haste.
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Page 516
Steamed Hams, Palm Slammed
The stirred and shaken
Group rousing in unison.
The mage trio awaken
To scene of combustion.
Smoke pours into the chamber
Of sealed refrigeration.
Watching afar, their neigbours,
Guilty of wanton detonations.
The Swede full of 'told-you-so's',
Some ideas were ill-advising.
Can Mikkel come over and, you know,
Do a little bit of smoke-diving?
Meanwhile in the outdoors,
Still battling, the two Kaiju.
Bloodied, slashed and sore,
As wounds and fractures accrue.
The contention in the lake,
A palm slammed into the face.
It's a war, make no mistake,
It'll be the final resting place.
Post by: corncobman on November 15, 2021, 11:34:52 PM
It Never Rains by Dire Straits (with a few changes)
I hear the seven deadly sins
And the terrible twins came to call on you
The bigger they are mage
The harder they fall on you
And you you're always the same you persevere
On the same old hunting ground
Oh and it never rains around here
It just comes pouring down
You didn't just volunteer
So you got profiteers luring Tuuri out
With friends like that mage
Good friends you could do without
And then they've taken the reins and disappeared
Off to a faraway town
Oh and it never rains around here
It just comes pouring down
And your young protégé
Was just a hair too late when he let you down
See the younger they are mage
The younger they get when they go down
Leaving you in pain and the tears
When they drown
Yes and it never rains around here
It just comes pouring down
Oh you were just a mercurial memory
I don't know why I let you join the crew
I saw you making a date with destiny
When I saw you as a glowing birdy flying through
In the shadow of the real misfortune
We're busy hunting round Saimaa lake
For days we slay the Kade, yeah that may be true
But I'd be lying if I said I made no mistakes
See you could have been trained as defenders
I never wanted money or fame
We're on the list of all the major offenders
I couldn't assist and that's my major heartache
The swan's just swimming in the shadows
Yes and you sleep in your eternal night
Oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day
'I want to go and see the sights'
Ah but it's a sad reminder
When your spirit finder has to return to aid
And all you've got to go on
Is the promise of your soul instead
Yes and that's all that remains of the years
Spent doing the rounds
And it never rains around here
Well it just comes pouring down
Now you know what they say about mages
You can't complain about the rules
You know what they say about mages
You know who's the first to call a fool
You never were alarmed about what you kicked up
Until they came and bit you on the arm
You were happy on over on the way up
Because you thought that you would never bite the farm
And taking us back in a silent world valley
With the smoke up smothering our dreams
And we're reaching the bitter finale
On the waking to a terrible scene
Post by: corncobman on November 17, 2021, 11:27:56 PM
You Can't Leave Whenever, Go In Peace? Never!
Unclear who's stronger,
But Surma wades away.
Remaining no longer,
It's unwilling to play.
It tires of the fighting,
Turns its back completely,
To find a cave to hide in.
But mama bites the retreating.
Its limb clamping savagely,
To hold the killer troll back.
She won't let go so easily,
No choice but to attack.
Until death comes this grip,
They will never make peace.
Slashing across, talons whip,
To get mother bear to release.
Post by: corncobman on November 23, 2021, 02:19:14 AM
The Souls Flying Free To Mould A New Calamity
The previous swat
Leaves the bear slumped.
Mother's rage for naught,
Surma effortlessly trumped.
But now comes a rush,
Light streaks through trees.
To the ursine crushed,
Streaming souls sundry.
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Pg 519
They Enter The Cracks To Bring Something Back
The soul-eyes gaze
At the dying matriarch,
Before they stream ablaze
To give another spark.
To each other the team
Of eye-balls conspire.
They flood into the seams,
The body crackles afire.
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Pg 520
Bear's Eyes Re-glow, No, You Cannot Go
Teeming with lights
Illuminating the flesh.
Bringing a new lease of life
By making it hella fresh.
As they energise bright
The bear's eyes glow anew.
Don't retreat from this fight,
You thought it was through?
Post by: corncobman on November 25, 2021, 12:46:04 AM
Cataclysmic Event, Bitten Reinforced Cement
Full of eldritch energy,
Multiplying in size.
She lunges at the enemy,
With fire in her eyes.
Charged with surpernal forces,
Burning deadly with hate.
Ethereal flames scorching,
Surma bracing too late.
Menacing the menacer,
Dwarfing conflagrant.
Like demons possessed her,
Bites vengeance's agent.
Post by: corncobman on November 26, 2021, 12:20:48 AM
Surma In Upheaval, Now The Lesser Of Evils
With a colossal flip, Surma,
Goes impromptu bathing.
Cast away by the bear ma,
Now a paltry plaything.
Flipping uncontrollable,
Against fury now no match.
Minnow of stone and muscle,
Rising hence with a slash.
It emerges to the surface.
Then almost immediately,
Landing mother ursus,
Crunching indiscriminately.
Post by: corncobman on November 28, 2021, 10:23:04 PM
Surma Hard Pressed, Now Powerless
The mass of muscle press,
With Surma under, submerged.
Its long arms now helpless
Versus the ursine in its purge.
Crushed, just making splashes,
Drowning by the embodied.
The concluding thrashes
Mark the end of the war indeed.
Death coming swiftly,
For the one nicknamed Death.
The bear with souls of fifty
Suffocates it out of breath.
Stepping off the shallow-drowned,
Still burning, bright, ghostly.
What next for the bear now?
Doom to roam alone, well mostly...?
Post by: corncobman on November 29, 2021, 10:56:59 PM
Leaving The Vessel, Scores To Be Settled
Under no illusions,
Momentarily necessitous.
At battle's conclusion,
The soul orbs exit thus.
They float and stare,
Spirit eyes out gathered.
An almost familiar air,
With the bear shattered.
Soaring off with streaks
As the mama watches lonely on.
Tired, bloody and weak,
Yet still forging a new dawn.
Endures the mother obsessed,
Persisting, greatly impaired.
Before she can go and rest,
There's a matter to be squared...
Post by: corncobman on December 02, 2021, 08:22:10 AM
Speaking Of Her, She Appears, Hold On To Your Rears
The hunters and mages newly woke,
Scampering out closed-eyes.
Clearing from the smoke in
The building exploderised,
"We're done!" sayeth the capitan,
They have to get out of there quick.
Before either bear or claw hands
Shows up again, in their conflict.
Just then the Swede points out,
Silently, there, to the leader.
The monster mother stout,
At a distance of mere metres!
Petrified, quiet withdrawal
In the face of the bear mum.
So gang, just hug the wall,
And tightly pucker up your bums.
Post by: corncobman on December 03, 2021, 12:35:24 AM
Just A Sniff, Mildly Miffed
The bloodied bear mum
Sniffs at the group so witless.
Other than growling at them,
She shows no signs to agress.
She turns away in apathy,
Up the stairs into the room.
Back to the scene, unhappily,
Where her rug child met its doom.
Post by: corncobman on December 07, 2021, 11:53:15 PM
Let's Sneak Away, He Leaves Her In Dismay
The mother bear's despair,
Affliction and pain.
She picks up slivers, pared
And shredded child's remains.
She heads to the deep woods
With the tatters in her muzzle.
Sigrun suggests that they should
Sneak away all quiet and subtle.
But just then the cat man hustles,
Rushes towards the escaping bear.
His movements leave her puzzled,
And almost pulling out her hair.
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Pg 528
To The Remnants Tend, An Accelerated End
Carry the flesh remnants,
Towards the other corpse.
At both dead dependents,
Driven by utter will's force.
She lays down the tatters
Beside the skinless dead child.
A funerary howl and shatter!
Mortal form decompiled.
Cracked open, degenerated
At the sites of the spears.
With the great threat eliminated,
Nothing left to hold her here.
Post by: corncobman on December 09, 2021, 02:04:25 AM
Bear Mother Disappears, Just Bare Husk And Spears
The scout thin and tall
Can't help but follow.
Away the head falls
To reveal it's all hollow.
Nothing but fleshy shell
And javelins criss-crossed.
Where the mother bear fell,
They are all at a loss.
All's well that ends well,
Nothing more need be done.
There's no point now to dwell.
Another campfire, going the sun.
Post by: corncobman on December 09, 2021, 10:45:01 PM
Why Bears Get Reincarnated? He Doesn't Rate It
Three by the fire,
And three by the corpses.
The Swede inquires
Why he has to restore it.
Even non-infected bears
He would not like to meet.
Lalli ignores his cares
His ritual still incomplete.
He meticulously cleans
Every scrap, speck and decay.
Until he finishes his routine
And souls sent safely away.
Post by: corncobman on December 13, 2021, 05:08:09 AM
"Hold This." Says The Finn, Taking It On The Chin
Only saying "Hold this!"
And suddenly shoving it.
The Swede of cleanliness
Gets a face of bloody bits.
Lalli saying no more,
Suddenly skull bestowed.
With a chin full of gore,
Emil's ready to explode.
Two skulls in scouring,
And bone cleaned the same.
Climb the tree towering
So the souls are reclaimed.
So can Mikkel ask the grumps
If he is going to come willing.
If he doesn't he'll get lumps
And be dragged, but don't tell him!
Post by: corncobman on December 14, 2021, 10:40:07 PM
Back To Civilisation Preferred, She'll Put In A Good Word
Mikkel says the opposite
Of what he's meant to be saying.
"Great, thanks." He gets it,
He wasn't planning on staying.
Let's head home, to Norway,
Says the leader of firebrands.
They'll all be hired in some way
As her left and right hands.
Sigrun will be character reference,
She'll get her dad to hire them.
Vouching for the adventurers,
Even the word and language-iffy men.
Is Sigrun so certain, so sure
If they have so many vacancies.
Don't worry about the particulars,
More people, more better, see?
Let's start moving, alright?
Back on the travels they go.
They'll sleep better tonight,
Once they're back on the roads.
Post by: corncobman on December 16, 2021, 12:37:36 AM
Back To The Bird Nest, Now A Cleanliness Test
The gang make their way
Back to civilisation,
Back to the sentinel mage
At the checkpoint station.
Seagulls watching high,
By a bead adorned one led.
With imperious looking eyes,
It returns atop his head.
"Now let's make sure", he states,
"All of you are clean".
It flaps away from his pate,
For some kind of testing screen.
Post by: corncobman on December 16, 2021, 10:59:29 PM
Painful Peck, What The Heck?!?
The gull heads straight
For the mage felinesque.
Step, step, at a high rate,
Before it suddenly pecks!
Seriously, is he possessed?
"No no no! Not at all!"
It's a strange kind of test,
This painful pecking protocol...
Post by: corncobman on December 19, 2021, 09:50:26 PM
With Checks Like These, Who Needs Enemies?
The results of the test
Are not what you'd expect.
The outcome that's best
Is for you to get pecked!
If you do get it, you're clean.
Or else, you don't want that.
Regardless what this means
Is a headache like the cat.
"Who wants to be next?",
Asks the seagull sentinel,
To suffer the dreaded pecks
From the superior seagull...
Post by: corncobman on December 20, 2021, 11:47:19 PM
Headaches Assigned, Riding The Feline
Done with tests mind-altering.
Back to the scrapheap carport.
Along the bridge sauntering,
With the beard and bird escorts.
Gull on the cat's back,
Seeing stars are the crew.
Returning their knick-knacks,
They'll be on their way through.
Post by: corncobman on January 02, 2022, 09:00:45 AM
Hold The Line, When's Boat Leaving Time?
Safely anchoring,
With the bounding kitty.
Gleefully scampering
With the line is she.
At the marina to seek
Real civilisation.
Does the attendant speak
Human for conversation?
When is the next boat
Ride out of the country?
Let him consult his notes,
Understanding, "Let's see..."
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Pg 538
No Setting Sail, No Getting Mail
After winter is
The next boat out
How inconsiderate,
Having to wait it out.
Summer hasn't even ended,
And the boat line is closed.
When nights get extended
More trolls activity goes.
A frustrated Sigrun roars
At the mention of stays.
She can't take much more
She rudely trudges away
Ignoring the mail,
She mutters 'good day'.
As she internally bewails,
Mikkel takes the letters away.
Post by: corncobman on January 02, 2022, 10:58:45 PM
No Stopping For A Letter. Bed, The Faster The Better!
A letter for the Swede,
From the Västerström kin.
But he doesn't want to read
The important words within.
He's been too delayed
For a private room and bed.
For this year long crusade
He could not rest his head.
"Just go read it yourself!"
No letter will make him stop.
Oh the pure bliss he felt,
On the bed he freely flopped.
From the tents on dirt and stone,
To a inn-slash-restaurant.
To be in the room alone,
Nothing else the cleanser wants.
Post by: corncobman on January 03, 2022, 10:08:21 PM
Time To Hibernate, Kitty Can Relate
While the others eat,
Emil, unattended, left.
Putting up his feet,
He's due a well-earned rest.
He's hoping it's a record,
For him to sleep for months.
Kitty's also on board,
To hit the hay at once.
Mikkel opens up the missive,
The rest are interested too.
Something seems amiss with
The news it brought to view.
Post by: corncobman on January 05, 2022, 11:43:21 PM
We Were Going To Norway, Stop By Sweden On Our Way?
They appear to have a job,
No details were specified.
But for any or all of the mob
This invitation supplied.
But they're going to Norway,
Sigrun quickly contends.
An expression of dismay,
But they should at least attend.
With a sandwich clutched,
The red-head asks "But why?"
Sigrun bemoans "It's such"
A boring country", she cries.
They should know what it entails
Before rejecting the job pitch.
She has the best argument to bail,
Norway over Sweden to ditch.
Post by: corncobman on January 06, 2022, 09:14:59 PM
Tiny Mountains In Sweden, Tall Or Small? None!
The mountains in Sweden
Are tiny, says Sigrun,
The ones in Norse nation
Are super tall - done!
Mikkel asks the rest of them
About their ranging input.
Mountains tall or medium?
What? Mountains? - His foot!
Using creative interpretation,
Both are of equal appeal.
Great! With that confirmation,
They agreed the matter is sealed.
Post by: corncobman on January 19, 2022, 11:57:10 PM
Merry Beary Munch, Berries By The Bunch
On a nearby prairie,
In rich nature's hush.
A bear munches berries,
In the meadow lush.
Situated lazy, ideally,
Savours the fruity taste.
Sauntering slowly, freely,
So far from hurry or haste.
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Pg 544
One Skull Removed, One Bear In A Groove
A sniff and a yawn
Lazy bear stretch.
The tree leant on,
Scratching that itch.
Knocking off a skull,
In a symbolic sense.
From the display skeletal
It ambles away hence.
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Pg 545
Get Into A Lodge, First Frost Bearly Dodged
It meanders and moseys,
Watch the leaves turn.
To find a burrow cosy
With a weather concern.
Digging out the dirt
From the short burrow
Safely does it insert
Ere the first fall of snow.
Hibernation entered,
Waking for nothing.
Like one Swede cleanser,
See you next spring...
Post by: corncobman on January 24, 2022, 12:37:36 AM
With Mother Bear Slumped, Little Paws Bump
Cosily curled,
Slumbering bear,
Deaf to the world,
Safe in the lair.
But inside the still
And quiet of the den,
Little noises spill
Every now and then.
Shuffling stirs
Under the giant form.
Amongst the brown fur,
Little paws storm.
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Pg 547
Familiarity In Peculiarity
From another angle,
Into the cave we see.
Mother sleeps tranquil,
Along with cubbies three.
One that tends to flop,
While a timid, second hid.
A new descendent crop,
Familiarly spirited.
Spiky fur tufts pricked,
Silently chiding the duet.
The third stern and strict,
Completes the bear cub set.
Post by: Groupoid on January 30, 2022, 03:59:59 PM
Fat and warm and safe and slow.
The moonlit forest all aglow.
By "Betty Adams" on Disqus, to p.546
slight edit by me (inserted "is" in the first verse) to fix the meter
Post by: corncobman on February 09, 2022, 03:13:08 AM
While The Bears Hide, Activity Outside
Against the mother snuggled
With the winter's cold.
So they remain untroubled,
In their burrow stronghold.
In their sleep ignorant,
Of the activity overhead.
While the bears lie dormant,
The birds will play instead.
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Pg 549
Swede Out And About, Kitty Can't Be Left Out
In the months of autumn,
We see the Swede awake.
With Onni playing cards some,
And Lalli lunch doth partake.
The pair of crime's partners,
On a calm stroll by the course.
And a kitty bescarfed there,
Ahead of the Dane and Norse.
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Pg 550
The Muscle Goes To Shovel For Snow
In a snow drift's aftermath,
A trio go a-knocking.
To clear their home's path,
With the shovels a-rocking.
An old lady's hair-curls
Answering the percussion.
Shovellers of the silent world
To clear the snow obstruction.
Opening the door, "Yes?"
The lady asking of them.
After a pause, the adventuress
Gives Lalli a little bump.
Post by: corncobman on February 14, 2022, 12:32:57 AM
Shovels For Cash, Bustle In A Flash
"Hello," says the scout,
They shovel snow for dough.
To have the snow dug out,
Just pay for the elbows.
"For how much?" She asks,
Her suspicious eyes sweep.
The price for the task is
10 Kronas? That's very cheap!
The three get to digging,
They're plainly hard at work.
A hot drink a Swede is sipping,
While in the background he lurks...
Post by: corncobman on February 21, 2022, 04:30:56 AM
Crazy Work To Pass Time By, Lazy Demolitions Guy
What are the guys doing?
Asks the inactive Swede.
Physical labour eschewing,
Working for money? No need.
There's plenty of time to kill,
Shovelling snow from the land.
He'd much prefer to sit still,
With cup of hot drink in hand.
To upgrade their lodgings,
With nicer rooms and lavish meals.
The cleanser exercise dodging,
Working is wasting time, he feels.
"Working is waiting," says Lalli,
"Get to it." He kindly declines.
He doesn't mind being called lazy,
As he leaves them to their designs.
Post by: corncobman on February 28, 2022, 04:15:58 AM
He's Not Shovelling Straight, But They Need Him To Translate
And so what about Onni?
Stop standing, pull your weight!
"No." is his reply, so lazy.
Hold on, just a second, mate.
His shovel in obvious flicks,
Lack of effort expending.
The mage says to the medic,
You know, he's pretending!
He's just swiping the surface,
And left the digging to the two.
He serves the translation purpose,
So they have to pay him his due.
Their business would be lacking,
Without the scout to interpret.
So they let slide his slacking,
Though it's blatantly overt.
A bit away from the diggers
And would-be tattle-tales.
With young Icelandic vigor,
A snow creation unveiled.
Black teeth and hollowed eyes.
Branching claws, great deadliness!
The shepherd a freak improvised,
With kitty, stick in readiness.
An ice monster is carved,
Using a staff to form the maw.
Many limbs, enlarged,
Leaving the children in awe.
Post by: corncobman on March 07, 2022, 01:27:58 AM
Fire Him And Hire You? No Thanks, He Has No Desire To.
They're stuck with the kid,
Unless they fire him and hire Onni!
He'd be pleased to be rid of,
He'll get a bigger share of the kitty.
He won't be doing as Lalli did,
So the offer's worse than it seems.
Onni refuses the medic's bid,
And he leaves them to their scheme.
But before he slinks away,
He gets pelted in the head.
He yells at the children for their play,
Taking the reaming in Reynir's stead.
There's a nearby pond of sorts,
Just fit for the wild ducks.
Kitty's excited of course
And she's just trying her luck...
----------------------------------------
Money For Nothing by Dire Straits (with a few changes)
Now look at that bozo, that's the way you do it
He waves the shovel like a busy bee
That ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and it's tricks, you see
Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya, that guy ain't slow
Maybe get a display of a little effort
Maybe get a shovel on your snow
We got to hard sell shovelling cabins, keepin' Lalli for what he says
We got to move this precipitation, we got to pay interpreter fees
He's a little mascot with the image of the work on
Yeah, buddy, he's shiftin' air
That little rabbit's got no risk of back pain
That little rabbit doing laissez-faire
We got to hard sell shovelling cabins, keepin' Lalli for what he says
We got to move this precipitation, we got to pay interpreter fees
We got to hard sell shovelling cabins, keepin' Lalli for what he says
We got to move this precipitation, we got to pay interpreter fees
Looky here, look out
I should'a hired a guy to work hard
I should'a hired a guy who's dumb
Look at that Onni, how about we sack him and we hire ya my man?
We could pay you some
And he's up there, what's that?
Your Finnish voices?
For your effort we could pay you handsomely
He ain't workin', no he said, refused it
Get your money for nothin', and it's tricks, you see
We got to hard sell shovelling cabins, keepin' Lalli for what he says
We got to move this precipitation, we got to pay interpreter fees
Listen here
Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do it
He waves the shovel like a busy bee
That ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and it's tricks, you see
Money for nothin', tricks, you see
Get your money for nothin' and your tricks Lalli
Ooh, money for nothin', tricks Lalli
Money for nothin', tricks Lalli
Money money (money for nothing)
Money for nothin', tricks Lalli
Get your money for nothin', get your tricks Lalli
Get your money for nothin' and the tricks Lalli
Get your money for nothin' and the tricks Lalli
Look at that, look at that
Get your money for nothin' (I want my, I want my, I want my tricks Lalli)
Tricks you see (I want my, I want my, I wanted that Onni)
Money for nothin', tricks you see (I want my, I want my, I want my man Onni)
Get your money for nothin' (I want my, I want my, I want my tricks Lalli)
And the tricks Lalli (I want, I want my, I want my man Onni)
Get your money for nothin' (I want my, I want my, I want my tricks Lalli)
And the tricks, you see (I want my, I want my, I want my man Onni)
Easy, easy money for nothin' (I want my, I want my, I want my tricks Lalli)
Easy, easy tricks, Lalli (I want my, I want my, I want my, man Onni)
Easy, easy money for nothin' (I want my, I want my, I want my tricks Lalli)
Tricks, you see (I want my, I want my, wanted that Onni)
That ain't workin'
Money for nothing, tricks, you see
Money for nothing, tricks, you see
Post by: corncobman on March 15, 2022, 04:13:37 AM
Stubby Paws Have Their Flaws
The kitty lays,
All playful-like.
Reaching she plays
With pawing strikes.
Stretching, unlucky,
Failed in tapping it.
But the ducky,
Isn't having it.
Sudden glances,
Away they flew.
Play is cancelled,
Kitty says boo!
Won't stick around,
Goodbye! - and then!
Sudden splash down,
Why, hello again!
Post by: MegaJar on March 27, 2022, 08:57:17 PM
Scandinavian Pie
(based on Don McLean's "American Pie (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iX_TFkut1PM)")
A long, long time ago,
I can still remember
How the Illness took away our smiles.
And I knew that our only chance
Was to adopt a hardline stance
And maybe close our borders for a while.
But February made me shiver,
With every paper I'd deliver.
Grosslings on the doorstep,
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
As I watched my friends get trollified.
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the Old World died.
So bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Did you know that books are rare?
You could get rich if you sell them there.
My employer told me so.
So our crew -- two Finns, a Dane, a Swede,
And a most best Norse girl who would lead --
They drove off across the bridge, reeeeeeal sloooooooow.
Well, inside a crate, a boy we found,
And we saved a kitten from a hound.
The ghosts chased us, it's true.
And they tried to murder the crew, hoo!
He was a lonely teenaged Finnish mage,
And he summoned Kokko's fiery rampage.
But we were filled with grief and rage,
The day that Tuuri died.
We started singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Now, for three days, we've been on our own,
'Cause ice floes brought us far from home.
And Lalli's in my head with me.
Well, a Notoro tried to make us food,
And I shot it, but awoke its brood.
So we hid, and hoped they wouldn't see.
Meanwhile, the gang of ghostly clowns
Pursued us to this church we found.
The Pastor was a troll,
Not evil, in control!
And she exorcised that spectral horde.
Our two lost boys came back on board.
And we set off, our hopes restored,
The day that Sleipnope died.
We were singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Helter-skelter, finally back to shelter.
Reynir trained to be a magic helper,
And Kitty went to school for caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaats!
We landed on Finland's grass.
The gull mage warned against gunshot blasts,
Because Surma's gonna hear you, and it's fast!
We survived a fight with Tankertroll,
And caught up with Onni and Tuuri's soul.
He told us of his prey,
And the three bears in the way!
Well, we flashed back to ten years ago,
When Hilja laid the whole town low.
Do you recall that day of woe?
The day that Ensi died.
She was singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Oh, and there they were, all in one place,
Surma (with concrete for a face),
The Kade, and the bears again.
So come on, Swan be nimble, Swan be sleek,
Swan, show us where our foe is weak, 'cause
Shaking out its soul led to its end.
Oh, and as our grandma was uncaged,
Ma Bear fought Surma in a rage.
She nearly lost the war,
But Kadettes evened the score!
And as she mourned her cubs into the night,
She fell to pieces from her fight.
But they were reborn, to our delight.
The day the Kade died.
They were singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
We're stuck in Finland till next spring,
So we took a job snow shoveling,
To try and earn some extra pay.
I came in from the snowy yard,
Where I saw the guys just playing cards,
But they told me they had no clue how to play.
And meanwhile, here in the real world,
Our Minna Sundberg's plans unfurled.
The message she was sending:
The comic soon was ending.
'Cause the author I admire well
Has other tales she wants to tell.
And so I bid a fond farewell.
Today, this comic dies.
And we were singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
We were singin',
Bye-bye, Scandinavian pie.
Drove my cattank through the ruins of an era gone by.
The trolls will eat you in the blink of an eye.
Better Stand Still and Stay Silent, or die.
Post by: corncobman on April 04, 2022, 01:02:10 AM
Well Met, Dear Gull, Snowmobiles Shuttle
Splash! Splash! Scree! Scree!
Many seagulls, much din.
Causing trepidity,
Until jingull comes in.
Vroom! Vroom! Quick, quick!
Out the snowmobiles fan.
The shovellers still dig,
Does that look like seagull man?
--------------------------------------
Pg 557
Not On The Dole, Just A Break For The Soul
Hello acquaintances!
Did the man get fired?
No, he's just vacationing,
One month a year's required.
A safe time to leave the station,
Nothing is moving, it transpires.
So it's time for relaxation,
Before he gets 'insanely' tired.
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Pg 558
Leaving Them To Gawk, Back To Dig Snow And Rocks
It has been decreed,
By the command chain,
That people on sentry,
Should not be insane.
So with that he leaves
The shovel-smiths ogling.
They can roll their sleeves
And get back to shovelling.
Meanwhile, in of doors,
Cards are shuffled and played.
Two decks or even more,
Held by the Swede, Cat and Braid.
Turn? Raising or staying?
Flop? Twist? Stick? River?
What game are they playing?
Reynir has no clue whatsoever.
-----------------------------
Pg 559
He Can't Figure Them Out, Neither Can The Scout
Reynir can't figure out
What the rules for this are.
So he moves them randomly about
Between the stacks of cards.
He thinks he's doing well,
Nobody's said anything so far!
As for Lalli, he can't tell,
He's also randomly discarding.
The rules they can't read,
They're both doing the same.
"I won!" says the Swede,
And that's the end of the game.
-----------------------------------
Pg 560
Still Trying To Comprehend? Going Ham, The End
Is Emil explaining the rules,
Or is he just eating?
Is Reynir getting schooled,
Or is he just not conceding?
Meanwhile, Mikkel and Onni,
Conversing on their courses.
Over lunch and coffee
While enjoying their morsels.
Tucking in to a smorgasbord,
And a turkey drumstick tray.
Epilogue of the sell-swords,
In the hotel lunch buffet.
Post by: thegreyarea on May 19, 2022, 07:20:38 PM
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts, inspiring words, creating beauty, fighting
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts, inspiring words, creating beauty
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts, inspiring words, creating
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts, inspiring words
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts, inspiring
Light shines over me, guiding thoughts
Light shines over me, guiding
Light shines over me
Light shines over
Light shines
Light
Spoiler: show
