Peom Duet
Poem Duet
By: Sophia
I have walked in pale moonlight
sparkles of shine shimmering
upon the world of wet glass.
I have gazed from mountains
into the rocky cascade of oranges and blues
from the early morning night.
I have stood upon the brown shores
where distance is vastly blue
and the sound winter white crash.
But nothing have I been near
no vision so crystal clear
as when I see you my dear.
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When We Were Together
When we were together
climbing slippery oak tress with rustling leaves.
Were we happy?
I still bitter taste the end.
When white walls crumbled
and billowing winds
blew it all away.
I now have a new brick red house, built with these
two small hands.
But I wistfully recall
that first house
were I lived for nothing
but you at all.
Silver Knight
Silver Knight
Written by: Rose
In eerie darkness moonlight shines on the silver knight
He marches the ranks to his final fight
Rain drops tink tink on his plates
He charges in knowing his fate
Each step sinks into wet soil
Rage like fire in his heart did boil
Steel blades meet as army's crash together
Our silver knight had met his better
Dead his spirit marches everyday
Replaying what put him in his grave
Lost In time he falls again
When will his humiliation end
Hopes to end this endless loop
So no longer he to slip in poop
A Cryptozoologist’s Day At Boareskyr Bridge
A Cryptozoologist’s Day At Boareskyr Bridge
Transcribed by Bobbin.
Journal entry 237.
This afternoon I observed a strange occurrence across the bridge. Usually, at that time of day Outsiders known as Lemure tend to bask in the sun if it is not raining. Their commanding Infernal Imps tend to lazily fly about, nap, or if on watch banter endlessly with each other. As written before, while the Balor attacks have been unfortunate it has been quite informative in regard to Outsider behavior.
Today the Lemure and Imps did nothing of the sort. Throughout the morning half a dozen Imps arrived to the area herding two or three times their number of Lemure. Scouts on this side of the bridge promptly informed their officers in nearby Soubar and continued to watch for further developments.
By afternoon there were over thirty Lemure gathered near the western side of the bridge with others groups clumped about father away along the river.
If one were not familiar with Lemure they may mistake their gathering on the road as the area having been used as a latrine by giants. Each Lemure crawled about in the manner one would expect of a slug or snail to move with homely faces, that remind me of my brother’s wife, forming their front end. The constant motion and mumbing, perhapse faces as well, would keep anyone from mistaking them as turds upon closer inspection. Finally the stench carried across the river by the wind reminded me of a pot of stew left unattended for a month mingling with the less offensive smell of a well used latrine or overflowing sewer.
If not for the Imps, at this distance seeming as flies buzzing about, they surely would have wandered off leaving a trail of excrement for poor passerby to step and slip on. The Lemure have even been ovserved to fall into the river and drowned themselves in the past, leaving their mass to float down river. Surely bewildering simple farmers and fishers which observe their husks.
Come mid-afternoon one of the scouts spotted a traveler approaching from the northwest along the road. Either indifferent or unaware of the large number of Lemure they were nearing they walked into a rock’s throw of the large force.
With screeching and shouts that could be heard on this side of the river the Imps marshaled their Lemure and rushed at the approaching traveler. No doubt each Imp wished to be first to sink their tiny teeth and feast on the hapless soul. Slowly and surely the Lemure crawled after the imps.
As the Imps began to converged on the traveler something unexpected happened; the traveler seemed to explode in a fiery inferno which immediately engulfed the nearby Imps. As the Imps fell from the air in burning heaps the traveler was no were to be seen. The Lemure, perhaps confused by the sudden loss of their psychic handlers, seemed to freeze in place.
A few moments passed as the Imp burned and the smell wafted across the river, adding to the fecal stench already hanging in the air.
With no sign of the traveler for a minute or two I was startled by a loud boom and another conflagration which engulfed a number of Lemure. Before I could understand what was happening several more explosions sounded as more Lemure were set ablaze.
Terrible wailing and screams carried across the river.
–The-traveler,-now-near-the-burning-mass-of-shi–
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The traveler, now near the mass of Lemure, seemed on fire himself and throwing flask after flask at the Lemure with each flask erupting into a fiery explosion. Soon after the breeze brought proof of what we were seeing. The sharp stench of burning crap was near overwhelming.
We covered our noses and mouths with wet cloth in an attempt to escape the putrid stench.
Suppressing gags we observed the traveler quickly make his way across the bridge to relative safety.
Upon his arrival to this side of the bridge a pair of scouts briefly questioned him to find that the Tiefling was a wandering mercenary or adventurer. Upon his dismissal by the scouts he stepped a little ways off then threw a flask down at his feet, laughing all the while as he caught fire from the explosion. After dusting himself off and patting out the fire he wandered off.
This day’s observations have drawn me to the conclusion that disposing of Lemure using fire is ill advised and that in general Tieflings may be insane.
Fractals
Fractals
Exquisite in their natural design
Divine in their repetition
Mesmerizing in their infinity
Witness the snowflake
A symphony of fractals
Each one unique
Each one its own symphony
Witness a field of snow
A field of endless symphonies
A field of infinite beauty
Lady Netanya
House Divine