Poetry collection

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Adventure 2, Page 265

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

[corncobman]

Pg 265

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.

[yeethaw_gang]

Adventure 2, Page 266 “~Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming~”

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 

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Adventure 2, Page 266

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.

[corncobman]

Pg 267

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...

[corncobman]

Page 268

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...

[yeethaw_gang]

Adventure 2, Page 268 “Adopt your local introvert today!”

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

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Adventure 2, Page 269

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?)

[corncobman]

Pg 269

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.

[corncobman]

Pg 270

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.

[corncobman]

Pg 271

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.

[yeethaw_gang]

Adventure 2, Page 271 “okay this is sad, poor doggo”

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

[corncobman]

Pg 272

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.

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Adventure 2, Page 272

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

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Adventure 2, Page 273

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