Well I ploughed through the comments section and gathered (quite egotistically I might add) all of my poems and oh so witty poetic ditties I have composed in honour of Minna's comic through the SSSS's running time. This was mainly done to save all this material (as I had not saved it anywherer else e.g. on my computer) for my personal collection. I want to thank the tireless poetry collectors among you for saving some of my materials here. Gracious thank you to all of you for gathering all the poetry all the dedicated and talented fans have created!
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:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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!
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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..."
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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."
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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!
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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.
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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!
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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!!!"
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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.
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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!
