Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 441

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.

[corncobman]

Pg 442

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...

[corncobman]

Pg 443

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?

[Richard Weir]

Following Page 445:

Night with sabre claws
Opens its mouth - full of eyes;
It tears at our dreams.

[corncobman]

Pg 444

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.

[corncobman]

Pg 447

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.

[corncobman]

Pg 448

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.

[corncobman]

Pg 449

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.

[corncobman]

Page 450

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.

[corncobman]

Pg 451

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.

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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.

[corncobman]

Pg 453

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.

[corncobman]

Pg 454

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.

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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

[corncobman]

Pg 455

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?

[corncobman]

Pg 456

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?

[corncobman]

Pg 457

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.