Poetry collection

[corncobman]

Pg 594

By Door Shaft, Into The Aft

Sigrun and Mikkel uselessly toil,
With crowbar inserted into the joint.
The pair by door solidly foiled,
Look up to see Lalli silently point.

A passageway, an auxiliary shaft?
Had he been pointing all the while?
A pyramid ladder, make-shift craft,
Climb up the chairs stacked into a pile.

No closed door will the trio impede,
Through the alternative entryway mined.
Ascending up, as the others proceed,
For once the vanguard is left behind...

[corncobman]

Pg 595

Something Existed, Blinked And Missed It.

Round the corner they veer,
Leaving Lalli to scramble.
Dusting off his rear,
Their teamwork a shambles.

The corner of his eye,
Looking around there,
Something to horrify,
A creature this way stares.

In the shadows slink,
Foul faceless spawn.
Barely a blink, and
It's suddenly gone.

[corncobman]

Pg 596

No Hide Nor Hair, Of Creature There

At the shaft, looking in,
There is no trace,
Of the neck long and thin,
And the horrible face.

So onward they go,
No alarm to be caused.
For now at least, though,
This cat must have pause.

Windows into cells,
With patients long gone,
Peering into hell,
Dead flesh clinging on...

The tentacles creeper,
Transformed but unseen.
Further and deeper,
Into the zone of quarantine.

[corncobman]

Pg 597

Cat Highly Strung, Emptily Swung

Lalli peering in,
On his toe tips.
To his chagrin,
Then in Mikkel's grip.

Flailing his limbs,
Lalli takes swing.
Attack missing him,
Not for lack of trying.

Just short of his head,
Great difference in sizes.
The cat's mind misread,
The medic apologises.

Next time eschew,
The cat-scout to rile.
The three continue
To go deeper meanwhile...

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Pg 598

Remains Putrefied, Flesh Seals Inside

Caught up once again,
Past windows of dread,
Bodies inhumane,
Out their very flesh bled.

Terminally operated,
The rashes transmutes.
Growths elongated,
Like foul undead roots.

Through the medical waste,
Littered corpses, ill-fated.
In this accursed space,
Congealed and mutated.

A vile, grim reminder,
Like a mortuary unreal.
The tainted, declined there,
Their remains the doors seal.

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It's Hell (based on That Smell by Lynyrd Skynyrd)

This is awful, this monster ward
Trying to find our way
It's all too bleak and boy it reeks
Look what's happened around you
Ooooh it's hell
Can't escape this hell
Ooooh it's hell
Excess of death surrounds you

Angel of darkness had found you
All those needles, couldn't cure
Took another scan while the changes began
One more patient's fate assured
Ooooh it's hell
Can't escape this hell
Ooooh it's hell
Excess of death surrounds you

Now they call this place asylum
And there is never leaving here
With all the bodies tethered, oh
Watching sanity just disappear
Ooooh it's hell
Can't escape this hell
Ooooh it's hell
Excess of death surrounds you

Hey, these patients zero
Sickly people changing form
And now human never more

Those little rash germs can corrupt you
Turn your soul and body black
This place is sick, for lunatics
Some of the dead might still bite and kick
Ooooh it's hell
Can't escape this hell
Ooooh it's hell
Excess of death surrounds you

Ooooh it's hell
Can't escape this hell
Ooooh it's hell
Excess of death surrounds you

[corncobman]

Pg 599

You're Supposed To Keep Them Closed

Through the door,
Up the stairs,
The black corridors,
Of bleak despair.

Found the place.
With crowbar carried,
Prise the face.
Just don't tarry...

Intrude the halls,
For archives medicinal.
In this hospital,
Be swift and clinical.

Doors for hallways,
Jimmy them ajar,
But after, always,
Keep them barred.

[corncobman]

Pg 601

With Gaze That Burns, Face Looking Stern

Mikkel examines,
While Sigrun looks bored.
But what's this? Like a salmon,
Upon the watery floor!

Lalli's quickly spotting,
His eyes firmly fixed.
Thought it was forgotten,
Slithering, there amidst.

The thing outside churns,
Unknown to the others.
With a face looking stern,
The scout's got it covered.

[corncobman]

Pg 602

Keep Your Distance, Foul Existence

The creepy crawler,
Slides round the bend.
Mikkel's hauled there,
His research at an end.

It'll have to do, the
Most important gathered.
If only they knew,
Staying put, Lalli'd rather.

They approach the doorway,
Box of books collected.
Lalli's arm up as if to say
"A problem's been detected."

They both blankly stare,
Sigrun especially perplexed.
Something is out there.
So what happens next?

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Eyes On Monster Squirm
(based on Riders On The Storm by the Doors)

Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
Right outside this door
And crawling on the floor
Like a lizard made of bones
Our exit should postpone
Eyes on monster squirm

There's a creature there I know
Better take it nice and slow
Keep away, I say
And don't go out this way
If you take a step outside
You'll get attacked and die
Creature I forebode, yeah

Here, we gotta make our stand
Here, we gotta make our stand
See my raising hand
Hope you understand
The monster's round the bend
An ambush here my friends
Gotta make our stand, yeah

Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
And we are not alone
Within these walls of stone
Like a lizard made of bones
Our exit should postpone
Eyes on monster squirm

Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm
Eyes on monster squirm

[corncobman]

Pg 603

On The Aggressive, Ready To Shiv

While the others remain,
Lalli steps forwards.
The scout has ordained,
Noises can ill afford.

Foul creature hid,
Ready to pounce.
Lalli will rid,
By all accounts.

To the floor flopped,
Springing up fierce.
Lalli's knife up to drop,
Both hands to pierce...

[Unlos]

Here's the autumn equinox poem for the archives!



Lyrics by Róisín:

AUTUMN EQUINOX POEM

HARVEST

Ere this Autumn turns to Winter,
Favour from the Gods we ask.
Weak we are, and ill provisioned:
Fools set at a hero's task.

Man or woman, warrior, scholar,
All must labour with a will.
If we wish to see the springtime
Each will need their every skill.

Orchard trees revert to forest.
Fallen leaves on bending grass
Hide rich windfalls for our gleaning.
Search the hedges as we pass.

Shrivelled pears and withered apples
Autumn's gift to man and beast;
Ripening rosehips, frosted buckthorn:
These will grace our winter feast.

Seek for fungi in the forest.
Find, perhaps, a rich reward:
Bitter beechmast, luscious hazel
In the squirrel's hidden hoard.

Seek out game that roams the forest.
Blade and shot and tangling snare
Give us meat when snow lies deepest:
Rabbit, squirrel, deer and hare.
Still and silent on the streambank
Tickle trout from shadowed lair.

Gather books to learn their secrets:
Wisdom snatched from grossling hives.
Find, concealed in mouldering pages
Knowledge that will save our lives.

[corncobman]

Pg 604

Cat's Outta The Bag, Stick And Drag

Lalli's knife deeply sank,
Right in the sweet spot.
Dragging his shank,
The troll's out like a shot.

The scout has impressed,
Despite his physique.
Useful to leader most best,
The little pipsqueak.

She might be inclined,
To steal him for her own.
But how would he find
Her excessively loud tone?

Her praise falls however,
Upon deaf Finnish ears.
After his endeavours,
Something else now appears...

[malicei]

Some things I wrote myself.
---
Noita

Nimble noita, nocturnal native
Forced to follow fellow Finn
Scout a'searching, seeking sorrow
Threadbare thoughts a'wearing thin.

Wander wastelands weaving words
Serving spirits spellsongs sweet
Ambling ageless afflicted awaken
Fly on by on frozen feet

---
Days of Old

If you want to live the winter
Better hide from eyes of trolls
Curl up tightly while it lingers
Hidden in your hidey hole

Remember to stand still and silent
If you've wish to grow old
If you behave good and compliant
Perhaps your saga will yet still unfold

The outside world no longer speaks
But rather screams its terror aloud
Close your heart to the way they weep
Sheltered in your mourning shroud

Mama's face is there besides them
Underneath the frozen knoll
Sorry that she walks amongst them
Sorry that she was not buried whole

Papa marched up - armed, defiant
Bitter face in bitter cold
Angered by that face-thief giant
Charged uncaring, despair-made bold.

Baby brother sleeps now, still
Gentle rests his tiny soul
His last cry was pained and shrill
These darkened days will take their toll

The only kindness spared is death
For the lost and loved, untold
Still we stay, in the silence
And retreat to ways of days of old.
---

Waking Nightmare

Death no longer rides a pale horse
But fills our ranks and takes us all hostage
with that dear friend, fear.

Not a knife pressed on a vulnerable neck,
ever willing to spill more lifeblood
But a desperate cry of 'Take me, please',
with hopes of fleeing the worst to come.

Stealing away beloved faces
The stuff of myth and nightmare.

All is still and all is silent
(until you break the spell)
Frightened words from frozen lips
spilt in the hush of sleeping winter.
Calls to gods and men and
anything that might listen-
Well, certainly, something's heard you.

Your prayers are left unanswered,
dying broken in your throat.
crushed by misformed once-hands
with terrible, familiar fingers.
Ringed with a band of mocking gold that reads:
Forever and ever,
you and me,
together.

Hope to taste of that scythe's gentle whisper
And that this waking nightmare will be laid to rest, soon.
---

[Buteo]

Malicei, these have the right ring to them, the strength of despair that the Northlands knew.

[corncobman]

Pg 605

From The Ceiling, Horrid Feeling

The two oblivious,
To what will befall.
A creature so hideous,
That its own skin will crawl.

A feeling of dread,
Mouth open, primed.
Many soulless heads,
Appearance ill-timed.

Wide opened maw,
Imminent bite.
Skulls inside jaws.
A poor position to fight.

Will they realise,
The impending peril?
Can they tell from his eyes,
Of the attacking feral?

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It's Time To Bite
(based on You Bet Your Life by Rush)

Just another danger, like a snake, it's no fun
Just another monster, my feeling is numb
Just another victim of the rash has succumbed
Just another ten faces...behind Mikkel and Sigrun

Can't believe it
We're face to face
Can't believe it
There's no breathing space
It's time to bite...

Just another giant, mutated insane
Just another creature in skull hurricane
Just another battle, like a cat in the rain
Just another ten faces..in our path it's all been in vain

Can't believe it
No way to brace
Can't believe it
There's no breathing space
No time to fight...

Cancerous obituary, sneaking skull what is this?
All this fighting makes me sick, damnation can't resist
Radical, tactical Sigrun and Mikkel, you'll be missed
Feeling pessimist, imminently cease to exist

Can't help feeling negative, creature in our midst
This obstruction occultist from the shadows wants a kiss
Backdrop, heart stop, for its spin top head swap genesis
All is lost fragmentary mouth attacking skulls for cysts

Just another stranger in a country so far
Just another changeling, so eyeless and scarred
Just another startle from a monstrous bizarre
Just another ten faces ... and there's no way to spar

Can't believe it
We're stuck in place
Can't believe it
There's no breathing space
This horrid wight...

Cancerous obituary, sneaking skull what is this?
All this fighting makes me sick, damnation can't resist
Radical, tactical Sigrun and Mikkel, you'll be missed
Feeling pessimist, imminently cease to exist

Can't help feeling negative, creature in our midst
This obstruction occultist from the shadows wants a kiss
Backdrop, heart stop, for its spin top head swap genesis
All is lost fragmentary mouth attacking skulls for cysts

[corncobman]

Pg 606

Is It Enough? The Papers Are Stuffed

Lalli's silent exclaim,
Gives an indication.
An extra in the frame,
Source of his agitation.

Upon the two it dawns,
Over their shoulders,
A wide gaping yawn,
Lunging at the beholders.

Out the knife comes,
All braced for the hit.
Mikkel's thrust is plumb.
It suffers a mighty head split.

Using the stack,
Survived the ambush.
Sigrun taken aback,
Deadly paper thus pushed.

[corncobman]

Pg 607

Huffs And Heaves, Troll Ups And Leaves

Troll mouth is filled,
With a book box insert.
Falling papers spilled,
As it struggles in hurt.

It swings in its throes,
With object in throat.
Leaving thus deposed,
And that's all they wrote.

Now that it's left,
They can gather up and vacate.
But with archives bereft,
They'll have to chase it, not great.