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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #480 on: September 25, 2015, 11:48:38 PM »
Page 396

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.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #481 on: September 28, 2015, 05:18:05 AM »
Pg 397

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!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #482 on: September 28, 2015, 11:44:12 PM »
Page 398

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
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #483 on: September 30, 2015, 11:02:43 PM »
Page 399

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
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #484 on: October 02, 2015, 01:32:59 AM »
Page 400

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
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #485 on: October 05, 2015, 11:07:21 AM »
Pg 401

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

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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...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #486 on: October 06, 2015, 10:54:11 AM »
Pg 402

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
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #487 on: October 09, 2015, 12:15:34 AM »
Pg 403

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.

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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
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #488 on: October 09, 2015, 10:10:01 PM »
Page 404

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
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #489 on: October 11, 2015, 11:56:59 AM »
Still page 404

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.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #490 on: October 12, 2015, 11:44:43 PM »
Page 305

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
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #491 on: October 13, 2015, 11:29:04 PM »
Pg 306

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
« Last Edit: October 14, 2015, 10:30:57 PM by corncobman »
A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #492 on: October 15, 2015, 03:28:13 PM »
As per requested by Sunflower

Dirty Paws (from Of Monsters and Men)
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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.
So hug me tight,
Tell me one more time,
that we already are,
Far away,
From everything

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #493 on: October 15, 2015, 07:10:20 PM »
In the Dark of the Night (from the movie Anastasia)
-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!
So hug me tight,
Tell me one more time,
that we already are,
Far away,
From everything

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #494 on: October 16, 2015, 05:28:46 AM »
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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...
« Last Edit: October 16, 2015, 09:01:28 AM by corncobman »
A man left his Icelandic home
Escaped to Denmark to freely roam
With hair braided red
He got hit on the head
With a crate lid slammed onto his dome

Fluent: :uk:
Fluent spoken, bad writing: :china:
Some knowledge: :france: :germany:
Odd word here and there: :japan: