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Of Calydorn he speaks each night while drinking bitter ale.
Of battles won and battles lost out on the planes of Veil.
His own armorment of sword and shield, leather and chainmail.
The mighty stead he rode in battle and hunting the Great Thorn Tail.
The blackened stone of fortress walls, from Dragons fiery breath.
Wizards who cast their magic spells at a kings request.
The bewitched moat the encircles the castle and it's spiked drawbridge entrance.
The way the two moons violet light gave it all a spectral appearance.
The inner halls he walked and could feel the magic's whispering ways.
It flowed as wine upon the air to affect all things fey.
Yes, his tales he will share with you anytime, for a cup of ale that's free.
Each gulp he takes germinates the details like a seed.
The young men and the old, gather round him to listen,
Captivated by his words and the unfolding vision.
While ale is flowing freely, he speaks low as if he shouldn't tell
About the other beings that lived within Calydorns realm.
he tells them all about the Gnomes who lived in the woods.
Grumpy tricksters that they be, kept most trespassers lost for good.
How the green and silver Pixies tended to the flowers.
Flitting here and there, tirelessly for hours.
Then he tells them of the Brownies who never really worked a day.
They use their mystic little powers to do their chores so they can joke and play.
Of his favorite creature he loved to speak was the Majestic Unicorn.
With it's powers over life and death and golden rings within its horn.
Yes, he tells of creatures unheard of by them, that he experienced each day.
And how when people choose not to believe, magic will simply die away.
That was the times within his telling he seemed to fade into his own mind.
His red rimmed eyes would go dull and his teeth he would grind.
Then a single tear would slide down his stubbled cheek.
And once again he would drink and continue to speak.
Solemnly he now tells of what befell his world.
And how he landed in their midst, while his drink he would swirl.
To Be Continued..........
An eerie shadow in the night; comes hither to your door;
Each time you whisper save me please; it angers even more.
It seems to know your name somehow; and it calls as if you’re owned;
And the terror puts a fear in you; to the marrow of your bones.
You see it at your windows; yet you hear it at your door;
An icy chill comes over you; from your feet that touch the floor.
Your instinct tells you break and run; but you’re frozen there in place;
And you know it somehow sees you there; as it laughs all in your face.
From a place you’ve never known; a piercing scream is heard;
The sound is coming from your mouth; crying words that seem absurd.
"That’s what I’ve been waiting for" (he says); as it grabs you from behind;
As the water falls all to the floor; you know you’ve lost your mind.
So now you know you’ve lost it; but are you going to die;
How did this horror find you; and more so tell you why?
Suddenly it’s over; and you’re staring at the lights;
You’re calling it a nightmare; but you’re not sure that is right.
The chill is all around you; but you think he went away;
But the marrow in your bones still jells; and the fear is there to stay.
Who says there isn’t evil; who says it wasn’t real;
That’s the nature of its game; it eats what you conceal.
Form:
Ah, the Morning star so bright
Illuminating the way ahead,
Beneath this endless black night
Of both the living and the dead.
Father has finally lost His mind
We must fight for our own kind!
What was the Old Man thinking
Turning our home into a zoo?
His master plan needs rethinking
And Lucifer knows what to do!
Father has finally lost His mind
We shall fight for our own kind!
He put us all beneath them
Hybrid monkeys from the earth,
And our new king to be Him
A half breed monkey since birth!
Father has finally lost His mind
Now we fight for our own kind!
Destroy His precious mankind
Show Father where He's wrong,
Twist their puny monkey minds
With our evil rebel song!
Adam, "Eve, what have you there?"
Eve, "Tis the fruit the serpent shared...."
Timothy I. Brumley
Will you get my shoes out of that crevice, please?
I seem to have lost bits and pieces of my memory
Can you help me find them?
Sometimes, when I wake up or go to sleep early in the morning, I watch the sunrise
Have you ever listened to the birds chirping at dawn?
I used to have a good friend named Dawn
We’ve lost touch
Do you ever wonder what happens to sounds after they’ve been heard?
Do they go somewhere, or merely cease to exist?
Where do amoebas go when they die?
What’s the deal with censorship anyway?
Isn’t that an oxymoron to freedom of expression?
How can some people think it’s alright to torture animals, when they so clearly have such
human-like emotions?
Some people think they know everything
Doesn’t that just prove that they know nothing at all?
Form:
Wont stop until this is over
Its a kiss and a love
Pick up the green clover
It must be a sign from above
The wind washes things clean
Gone from the destruction
Laying behind the tinted screen
Beyond broken from eruption
Stuck in the moment of eternity
Here in the realm of reality
The silence could pierce the ear
As the raging fire draws near
They are all just a series of dreams
Figments of the imagination
Or at least thats what it seems
We have lost all appreciation
Strapped into the seat
Look at this beautiful atrocity
With dangling feet
Whats lost is the parallel reality
Eyes alight
How far shall stretch our lost regrets?
Here where sanity dwells,
Is it attained by those with wisdom
Or some who rest within;
Until a twilight fades in the brake of day
And darkness no longer shines,
Then ever waits the soft embrace
In a place where eyes alight
Softly break the morning rays
And gone nights silent breath,
And lost remains our mortal faith
Here in this early light;
Still comes from out of life's emotion
The measure of a day,
Where brilliant shines the essence held
In this place where eyes alight
By M.Norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
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