Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 581

Kitty Welcome, Scout Glum

The spiritual omen,
Face wispy and grizzled.
But suddenly then,
Disappears with a fizzle.

"I'll need some scout eyes."
Sigrun's meaning, they lose.
Translation please, guys!
Lalli, it's time to snooze.

The group take their cues,
They go again to explore.
Pointing the way to,
To seek out what's in store.

Getting ready for his nap,
He's tired, his heart aches.
Before the scout snaps,
How much more can he take?

[corncobman]

Pg 582

Can't Hear His Meow, It's Too Late Now

The Medic offering,
A treat for the job.
To the Finnish heart-throb.

A cookie refused,
So unlike the man.
Emil can be excused.
He just can't understand.

Homesick manifests,
In his rueful piece.
Wild heart, is stressed,
Begging for release.

Scant comfort is all,
The Swede can provide.
No-one hears his call,
Nobody on his side.

The world monochrome,
Duller is his sight.
Still longing for home,
No rescue, no respite.

Into madness descend,
It's now far too late.
At his wits end,
To suffer the fate...

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The End by The Doors (with a few changes)

This is the end
My heart, it rends
This is the end
My Swedish friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety, just defeat, the end
I'll never eat another treat...again

Did you see, of what will be
So comfortless and bleak
Desperately we dance...in some...creatures palm
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Danish...wilderness of pain
And all the people are insane
All the people are insane
Waiting for the end of pain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the fixed highway, buddy
Weird scenes inside the mind's eye
Coming emptiness, buddy

My heart-ache, my heart-ache
Here to take, we cannot shake, buddy
It comes along, miles and miles
Come to break...it's old, and it's eyes are cold

Possessed, emptiness
Possessed, emptiness
Get here, and they will infest

The spirits are huntin' us
The spirits are huntin' us
Tuuri, where you takin' us?

The shadows, they broke before dawn, they come marching on
To here they race from the depths of eternity
And they fly to chase us all
We drive into our doom, no escape from this, so many
Our existence they will smother, so many
Coming soon, we will fall, and
Crashing on our door...and we cannot hide
Creatures, yes they, they want to kill you
Monsters...they want to..eat you

Oh, so bloody, taking death to us
Oh, so bloody, taking death to us
Oh, so bloody, taking death to us
I can see, bitterly, finale thus
Comin' a huge flock
Pursuing us
Comin' a huge flock
Omen, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
To madness descend
This is the end
My Swedish friend, the end

It hurts to not be free
And you'll never fathom me
The end of cookies, we will writhe
The end of nights, the end of life

This is the end

[corncobman]

Pg 583

What Next, This Multiplex?

A forward tableau,
To where they head to.
Buildings in snow.
Hole ripped right through.

A factory complex, or
Perhaps hospital grounds.
A lattice of tech,
A military compound?

An outer wall high,
With towers to sweep
To watch ground and sky.
What secrets it keeps?

[Miriam]

I was told my song-parody would fit best in the Poetry Thread. I wrote a Lalli-themed parody of the song 'Price tag' by Jessie J.

Spoiler: For the song click here • show

With his hair and eyes silvery grey,
Under Emil’s coat he sleeps at day
When scouting comes first
And mage-ing comes second.
Just please let him make his small smile

Why is Lalli being so serious?
Acting so damn mysterious?
Got your shades on your eyes
And your boots thigh high
They’re cute but uncomfy all the time

Everybody mage to their left
Everybody mage to their right
Can you feel that
We’re going to scout tonight

It’s here all about Lalli, Lalli, Lalli
Emil needs you, Lalli, Lalli, Lalli
Wanna make the Silent World known
Forget about the flames thrown
Ain’t about the ch-changelings
Ain’t about the th-things he brings
Make the Silent World known,
Forget about the flame-throw

We need to take it back in time,
When the Illness did not yet prime,
And it wasn’t fight or fly and run for life
Am I the only one getting tired?

Why is everybody so obsessed?
Lalli, what’s your special interest?
When the flames slows down and books are found now
The Known World will be feeling alright

Everybody mage to their left
Everybody mage to their right
Can you feel that
We’re going to scout tonight

It’s here all about Lalli, Lalli, Lalli
Emil needs you, Lalli, Lalli, Lalli
Wanna make the Silent World known
Forget about the flames thrown
Ain’t about the ch-changelings
Ain’t about the th-things he brings
Make the Silent World known,
Forget about the flame-throw

[corncobman]

Pg 584

Drawing Papers, Kitty Capers

A series of sketchings,
Of the playful kitty.
Some rather fetching,
But some not so pretty.

Mikkel's one detailed,
As expected, of a medic.
But the face is a fail,
Looking quite panicked.

Sigrun's looks a mess,
Like that by a child.
As an artist, not most best.
Her style is rather wild.

A well-fed cat by Emil,
His drawn kitty beams.
Like it has had its fill,
A cat that got the cream.

Simple lines, is Lalli's,
Puffed up by the introvert.
Filled with unease.
In troll warning alert.

Tuuri's sits contented,
A picture serene.
Feline presented,
As a regal cat queen.

Reynir's is eccentric,
Like a sheep-cat hybrid.
A weird eye has the hick.
A strange one he did.

One drawing is left,
Not by one of the cast.
Of the kitty blessed,
The most best is Minna's.

[corncobman]

Pg 585

Intrepid Gang, Learn The Lang

In the chambers, sit and stand,
The crew learn the lingo.
Five squad members, and
The sheep herding dingo.

Some look bright eyed,
Others not-so-thrilled.
Combined knowledge applied,
Sheets with languages filled.

These images are touching.
Breakfast sits on the shelf.
Their pages clutching,
While kitty dreams by itself.

Some will learn, no sweat,
A harder time for the rest.
Will upcoming monster threats
Put their lessons to test?

[corncobman]

Pg X - character portraits

Portraits While We Wait

Sigrun, on her face, joyfulness.
Beautiful smile, keen on the quest.
Mission leader, the most awesomest.
Peering off, face into the west.

Medic Mikkel, with a wry smile.
Jack of many trades, so versatile.
Eternal babysitter to the juveniles.
Thinking of trolls the whole while.

Reynir, the newbie, Icelandic Spitz.
Seer of visions, head with the splits.
Always helping, the shepherd nitwit.
Maybe not nice, but hey, if the shoe fits...

Onni, the elder mage, face full of sad.
Terrified of all the world, big and bad.
Teaching Lalli magic, a dad he never had.
But with Reynir, shared dreams with the lad.

Tuuri, the scholar mechanic chick,
Out in the country, not immune to the sick.
Excited as always, the wild makes her tick.
Treats this whole journey like an outdoor picnic.

Lalli, the scout-cat, broods, simmering.
In a weird place with all the weird things.
Unlike his cousin, there's no whimpering.
But now in the midst of one of his mood swings.

Emil, the hair, the hair magnifique.
He lights up the air with a fiery streak.
The one to give appearances critique.
Explosive styling, dynamite technique.

[corncobman]

Pg 586

Building Unclaimed, No Fun And Games

Roaming long abandoned
Lost hospital wards.
Dark corridors, beyond,
Just a crowbar, no swords.

Lalli leads the trio,
Expression all shaken.
This place long ago,
Was by the ages taken.

A picture of swarth,
The next chapter starts.
So what surprises forth,
Within these dark ramparts?

[Fogtreader]

Inspired by the cover for chapter 12. Page 586

On a rainy city evening
The pavement grows a new wet skin
Beneath our feet.

In the gutter memories pass
Unwanted in a river of neglect
Beneath our feet.

Paper boats of no importance
Forgotten addresses, losing lottery numbers
Beneath our feet.

The unread news of the day
With cigarette butts flushed to darkness
Beneath our feet.

The rain feels good
It cleans away the grime collecting
Beneath our feet.

The sun will shine
Upon a fresh clean world ready for us
Beneath our feet.

As we walk along
What stories will we leave behind
From beneath our feet?

And those that follow
Will they ever stop to look at what’s there…
*scrape*

[corncobman]

Pg 587

Kitty Alarms, Up In Arms

Something amiss,
Feline upset.
The kitty hissed,
Emil just pets.

Just passing through,
The alleyway wet.
Oblivious crew,
Kitty still frets.

Cat's back fluffed
Fur-ball beset.
Not loud enough,
An invisible threat.

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Pg 588

Buildings Lonely, "Interesting" Only

As the tank passes,
The lonely streets.
Slow as molasses,
But a sight their eyes meet.

"Interesting." she says,
At the sight on show.
An odd turn of phrase,
If Sigrun says so.

So they cross the plain,
A field wet and flooded.
Walls to keep out the Bane,
Or keep in the sick-blooded?

The buildings stand free,
Like monuments laid bare.
What unseen discoveries,
When they all get there?

[corncobman]

Pg 589

Streets Soggy, Scout Still Groggy

Streets and pathways sodden,
As the vehicle encircles.
Walls and buildings rotten,
Drive through holes and hurdles.

Through shallow water pools,
Into shelter they trundle.
These errands for fools,
Into buildings 'bout to crumble.

Arriving at the site,
After their long, scenic cruise.
On foot and paw alight,
They set off with a sploosh.

[corncobman]

Pg 590

Selecting The Crew, No, Not You...

The medic has noticed
The scout's lack of rest.
On that they'll focus,
And get it addressed.

But for now, task at hand,
Sigrun sheds her arm sling.
Quickly removes her arm-band,
She can still feel the stings.

"Ready to carry on?"
She bravely says "Yup!"
She can't use her brawn,
If like a chicken trussed up.

The scout she assigns,
His eyes will be apt.
The medic can read fine,
His knowledge she can tap.

Not Emil, however,
He will be of no use.
Not watchful or clever,
And his bombs he'll abuse.

[corncobman]

Pg 591

Mikkel Can't Fight, Hood On Tight

Emil's task now, it's
Baby-death prevention.
But disgruntled kit,
Too wants his attention.

The medic in combat,
Is not good with the guns.
He'd just stomp things flat,
No use if there's more than one.

Lalli wants indeed,
To get on with the job.
Sleep he has much need,
His rest time thus robbed.

Jaded to such a degree,
He's so over-tried,
How much use will he be,
And will he misguide?

[corncobman]

Pg 592

Scout Is Direct, Board To Inspect

The waiting room dark,
Empty and void,
Debris scattered, stark,
Ceiling destroyed.

Scout heads direct,
As the others surveyed.
To good effect,
The board notice paid.

To the eye, to the mind,
The layout a study,
The building outlined,
So where to, slim buddy?

[corncobman]

Pg 593

Broken Monitor, Forbidden Doors

It's best to locate,
Where archives are stored.
Heading straight to
The places of records.

The devices of computing,
Are broken at best.
Time unkind to the thing,
Has not stood the test.

The piece of equipment,
Shatters with a 'KRIRK'.
Better to find print,
And other written works.

Down Sigrun's put,
"Why not, yeah, sure."
Written: 'ADGANG FORBUDT'
On doors meant to secure...

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Bust Viewer
(based on Prime Mover by Rush)

Monitor gathered
It's well past its prime
Decayed and haggard
By passage of time

These computing devices
Broken garbage things
Smashed into slices
Beyond all salvaging

Monitor just snappin'...

There's no point in collection
It's useless and dead
Just head to the section
With the notebooks instead

Head straight away
To the archive room
This dank and dark sickbay
Like a funeral tomb

Monitor just snappin'...

The current mission
Written on his pad
A single physician
With the sick and mad

Call into question
Carrying it around
Just a suggestion
Put the equipment down

Monitor just snappin'...

Obviously useless
Nothing helpful stored
Now its time to make progress
In this hospital ward

Pointing out the direction
That they're going to
In this place of infections
Trio coming through

Monitor just snappin'...

This place they have chosen
No longer clinically clean
Walls black with corrosion
Like some horror scenes

Walking in their searches
Someone turn on the light
Before something emerges
A set of panels locked tight

Forbidden entry
Written on the doors
Medic, leader and sentry
Passing through no more

The three stationary
Standing paralysed
The end of their journey
Before their very eyes

Monitor just snappin'...