Poetry collection

[JoB]

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 for his relationship with Lalli, then.

[corncobman]

Pg 304

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.

[corncobman]

Pg 305

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...

[Quetanto]

In honour of the return of one of my favourites (okay, they're all my favourites, but still):

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.

[Keep Looking]

Ooh, Quetanto, this is a great poem! You've used the alliteration really well!

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!

[corncobman]

Pg 306

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.

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 306

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)

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 309

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.

[corncobman]

Pg 307

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!

[corncobman]

Pg 310

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?

[corncobman]

Pg 311

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!

[corncobman]

Pg 312

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.

[Keep Looking]

Adventure 2, Page 312

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

[corncobman]

Pg 313

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...

[corncobman]

Pg 314

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.