Extermination

Loud spectacles of modern inclination

Destruction of another peace and quiet

Are searing strikes upon my inner nation

And all the gazes watching from beyond

Astound me such impassible demeanors

In silent standing front the acute sound

Of lashes rending cut the tender surface

Disgrace of an humanity beheld

Undignified the desecrated face

Before what used to be the tender guardians

Suns bright and stalwart things of idolizing

Now twisted horrifying shadow dragons

I gasp reacting to configuration

Damnation this and bad appalling decadence

Producing stench of wincing degradation

Disturbing senses fiendish a confusion

Illusion grown from their unholy fields

From soul and spirit tearing their division

A claw of righteous payment to enforce

Source of alleviating equalizing

Is necessary lest the air turns worse

Because of that corrupt exhaling presence

Lance of the evil seething which it bears

Annihilated with incumbent sentence

For wiggling limbs of it dismissed like worms

Forms into yet atrocities some more

Repugnant being chilling like the storms

A worthy of bare hands a crushing action

Dejection birther this who dare affront

With its defiling lying insurrection

Another day it lives in bliss delusional

All the while it squirms in their self-brought ignorance

It shivers this ignoble dirty animal

Until is smashed in blunt along unstoppable

Low fast attack last pressing to the ground

The maggot who had only sin to show

Landscape Poem

A lifting breeze embraces serpentine

Divine the tingling touch entwirled across

The mountains and the body living fine

The reason is but nothing indiscernible

Concernable to just affected by

Meek surfaces with feelings theirs unearthable

Unquestionable cause of simple scenery

Refinery of harmony’s delight

Is public this extinguisher of misery

A humble landscape filling senses sights

Enlights the convoluted snarls within

For purity to end the inner fights

Abundant and accessible the present

Extent of those soft natural designs

A worthy taking of steps forward spent

Accepting tender one the high experience

Convenience engulfed with easiness

Is reaping sweet rewards of peace and patience

For what is next and what is there to come

Some prophesize and some force firm belief

Yet all befall the same rain from the dome

If waters could take pain and mental strains

Brains freed from burdens and no more misguided

No worries would hit my heart who refrains

From singing loud among those pointy peaks

Speaks it of quite the turbulent enigmas

Yet never to admit what is it seeks

Although embraces me breeze serpentine

Fine moment and a savory of seconds

A sober light respiratory wine

Perchance the is is verily sufficient

Enjoyment love simplicity and truth

And heart or no heart planted is the content

Small smile encrusted firmly this on face

Disgrace of demons shame of souls of woe

Because this vista’s soul creates a peace

Derooting in a Wrench

Clawed tendrils to dilacerate inside

Rerind my soul in darkest lone the night

Inside me screams dilacerate my mind

The ribs a-ripping boiling burn erasing

Displeasing de-existing acute death

This sundering transfixing cause the wailing

Desouled deep freezing force of isolation

Configuration omnireaching void

To wither me and stolen respiration

A stone blunt mace a swing of inhumane

Again shock murder sprawling blood and flesh

A statement to the colors of insane

Arrangement of the actually derangement

Descent to hells full bubbling smoke and tar

Call twisted would be meekly understatement

A choking justice hanging overdue

Accrue the million sparks of agony

The tasks to break the fibers whole of you

Side spirit lost you cowardly reside

Aside cold fountain that you parasite

Dare poison with your sinful putrid hide

Last mercy will abandon your waste carcass

Respectless your life fake your heart a mockery

Of any one integrity’s fair glass

The thunder that your motions represent

Portent of high calamity of world

Consigning is an unforgiving sent

What scant has brought it what necessity?

Unfathomably violent blind such death?

To kill your friend and make it enemy?

Detaching bonds that once were formed in heaven

Seven times the seventy you tore

The veil thin dividing beast and man

And now the coming fate is resolution

Destruction absolute the deepest kind

Deletion birthed in final dissolution

Jugular

The jaws and fangs are ripping terror real

Conceal the yet more dreadful still to hide

Oppressive pressure forcing of your squeal

And in the blackest dark the too close vein

Domain of chaos puncture stars to pierce

The chorus states there is no peace to reign

Exuding the grim to bring tremble knees

Decrees through gaze your insignificance

The instinct then devours it that flees

The strain to tingle feebly in your strings

Rerings through body yet you can't begin

To witness, touch, ineffable the things

That fill you and the world across weak barriers

Defilers unrestrained and none the equal

Of mercilessness patrons, prime bone grinders

The root and hook to wrench from you your screams

Enrims the blood to flood from your weak vessel

Till shatter opens such deserving streams

Below the maw of hopeless yours demise

Arise as shadow, trial and the world

Yet sentence yours still worths a bigger size

To rasp and sting within the twisted forest

Unrest the little minimal from promise

The searing acid of self could be best

For least the population of your flesh

(Refresh you yet the whip to stern befriend) 

Are rot and burn cursed fabric of foul sash

And in your impudence, you frailest skin

Akin to butcher’s mundane acts, designs

Obliterated, your pain to the brim

The hunter who won't wake from very shed

Ahead don't shoot and game they do not stab

Is poison and will gurgle swole and mad

And out of madness, out of but your stench

Unclench my hands that twitchy execute

I strangle you till in your froth you drench

Nectar

Oh look oh fragrant flowers pullulate

Abate the sorrows pulling down the world

They all revive us before it’s too late

Geranium the donned of sweetest garment

Delightment soft a breeze caress a face

Your love is touchingly just like a compliment

The Tulip small and shy amusing character

Another friend another company

The shared our presence silent it is better

Hey Cactus tall what protests you about

Without your prickles where would be the tingle

Of accidents of jolly laugh and shout

And the Lavender covering the fields

Reshields the earth each day alike the night

Your mysteries a veil of never yields

How genuine the smile of the Sunflower

Believer of the promises beyond

Vague futures yellow optimistic dreamer

And there escapes the lighter Dandelion

Decision it made many long agos

To freedom live by luck instead of prison

And to the Lily I’ll apologize

Because behind a back of honest tenderness

To talk is unrespectful and demise

The Iris dance inviting are its petals

Impulses legs of music in the wind

The steps and twists performed are smooth delectables

The Orchid true and elegant of form

Forlorn may be the poor to miss not witness

The care that floret took to self adorn

Oh plenty sights is pleasing to inhale

Avail is the air of floral bunch

In healing soul and lifting of an ail

Oh plenty sights a gratitude I sculpt

Disrupt o’ madness installment of an ease

As their impact a poem short abrupt

To (What) End

The woman was perusing

The leafs on the floor

Intelligence was using

Advancing once more

The track laid ahead

In appearance unsoothing

Dauntless she entered

Among trees she was moving

She cut every branch

That dared to move in front

Every single piece

Of nature to affront

Her single focused task

A clearing at last

She kneeled to drink water

On a pond, it’s best

For her to keep moving

There’s no time for her to waste

Every single unsoothing

Obstacle to lay waste

To to reach her objective

With a risk of demise

But she was forged in battle

She was brave, she was wise

She approached destination

A dark dreadful formation

A rotten situation

Many putrid vines’ station

She stared way up in front

To the enemy high, dangling

A contemptuous look angling

With proud airs would confront

The witch, smile and evil

Of power incredible

And a many deeds terrible

Killed so many weak, feeble

An incarnated evil

The miss readied herself

For the near confrontation

With that devil’s creation

The hag chortled and threw

A projectile repugnant

Ball of swamps’ gunk

The hero changed her placement

To avoid the foul thing

Conjured from dark enchantments

She had arrow in hand

And her bow as she’d stand

To prepare for the strike

Far the darting shot went

The enemy felt the spike

Of a viper’s lament

Venom previously stored

For the showdown predicted

The defiant brought forth

Herself to reach the sickened

Monstrous menace above

Suffering from the pain

Penetrating the flesh

Silver her blood would drain

Retaliation was NOW

The broken around forest

Tried to disembowel

The warrior with unrest

But she did still tried her best

Against those assaults to follow

To avoid and resist

Gladly the threat proved hollow

She continued and climbed

Along the trunk in the middle

Of the area little

Of where the witch was perched

Controlling her foul pawns

Vegetation without

Choice but to obey her laws

None was allowed but to rout

Their own structure misplacing

They were forced against will

To bend themselves attacking

The hero until

She was at last at the top

In face of the witch in anger

The wind was bellowing stout

As each cold second would linger

She plunged herself to attack

So that her steel blade would follow

And in sentencing the witch

Would bring all a new tomorrow

But the decrepit death bringer

Still had more left in store

And through a swift and sly movement

She produced the woman’s gore

Evading the leading blow

She then had penetrated

Through the sheer claws of her “hand”

In chest an opening created

The soldier kicked her out, off

And persevered in the fight

In fury, misses and blows

Beyond them, fractured sunlight

Encaged by the canopy

Of the somber environment

The shadows circled in glee

The fight was but entertainment

To the horrors of deepest

Essence and soul

Patrons of brutality

And humanity’s woe

When a slash had eventually

Damaged beyond repair

One of the combatants, standing

Breathing without air

The eyes of the witch opened

In twisted maddening glee

As she realised the occurrence

Bare for the forest to see

Her arm had fallen on ground

Her black ink blood falling, spilling

She could not comprehend it all

How could her death be thus coming

As the bright sacred runed sword

Dominated the space

Above the things of the world

These around doomed to ungrace

The lifted weapon of might

Came down in a crushing blow

And the eyes of twilight

Witnessed the cursed danger go

Away from realm of the living

In this spiral so sudden

Of hatred, blood and violence

An extreme measure done

The flow of the hag’s dripping liquid

Dropping over the wood

Marking the surface

Of the twisted tree would

Never leave the whole forest

As weird magic imbued

The very essence of nature

With her vengeful soul, cruel

And so the arboreal structure

Gained a new life itself

Startling the victor soldier

Who thought her foe fell

She tried to jump for a branch

But promptly got slammed midair

Her body arrived with brute force

Cracking a stone that was there

Looming above her stood

An ugly sharp aberration

Amalgam of bark and skin

Unthought sight in all creation

Vicious gazes from within

Crevices of the wood

Unnatural movements

From where branches once stood

As if twitchy mad fingers

Chaotic and dangerous

They grasped the warrior quickly

And began crushing her

Screams, loud, echoed

In pain the fighter dwelled

While much urgently trying

To get from her belt

A-PAIN pain agony screaming

A simple modest device

Which might just only if she could

Save her from this grim demise

She flickered flickered flickered

In desperation’s moment

Her eyeballs were turning

‘til in the heart of the torment

An explosion devastated

The tree’s grasp and her side

Burned from flames heated, 

The strategy, from her mind

The grenade, tool of emergencies

Which she held for timely times

Had freed her from her death and worries

Her reverberating cries

With what was left to muster

She forced herself up

Stared straight at the monster

Lord of rot, mud and muck

Another raging thrust

From the other limb remaining

From the horror at dusk

Though for this one she was standing

Feeling pressure once again

She ignored her own terror

Had another one in hand

Bomb and no room for error

Then a fling, vibrant swing

In her finger a pin

The small rotund container

Towards the villain flying

During a screech of furor

The grenade was inside

And in fires’ destruction

No part whole left behind

Holy hell force consuming

The contorting wickedness

The inferno all reaching

True mercilessness

Fumes voyaging up

Encounter high with the sky

Down, the obliteration

Of a spirit awry

Breaking every part of it

The dying aggressor

The member holding fiercely

The pressed punished warrior

Let go

And freedom filled full lungs

Of a soul who danced with death

And was near ready for graveyard’s bed

She remained on ground, existing

Shut eyes and life’s unseen bliss

In calmness and torpor

She gave self rest after this

Muscles relaxing

Decelerating mind

A gladness of heart

And it all of that kind

So the peril was over

One less beast in the wilds

Days could continue further

One more mile of miles

Of the eternal walk

To end the jaws of bloodshed

Though by bloodshed conquered

Time will tell if it is dead

Eventually

The champion carried herself

Out from the mud cold and sticky

To somewhere to treat her health

Strolling across roots and bushes

Away from ember and ashes

Remembering throughout flashes

The altercation, the slashes

The punching, tearing, piercing

The images coalescing

And crystallizing, fixing

Themselves so unrelenting

In memory’s sheer fabric

A story of mixed feelings

It’s glorious and it’s tragic

That hard pull of fate’s strings

Can remorse shake hands with hate?

Is it justice or it isn’t?

Was plain mercy just too late?

Was there any room to listen?

Or survival was in check?

Must you kill who kills before

They have clutches on your neck?

There are questions evermore

In life’s moving corridor

And decisions must be made

Of a destiny decided

By a heavy bloodied blade

Steel’s words were the louder then

Pronounced forth verily from

The own soldier’s calloused hands

To whom the steel’s edge belong

Her last statement was made

In the tribunal of war

Signed with ink blood near that glade

Where she drank moments before

Now there was just fading light

From the very end of day

No more reason to fright

Anyway

And the road was right over there

She trudged through the path

Her wounds still needed care

An incarnate aftermath

She was nearing the village

Where her kin had sent her from

But collapsed soon after

She was only so strong

She awoke with hazy head

Many a pain and ache

However she noticed

Hands in work for her sake

Treatment, indeed, truthfully

The physician nonstop

Attention on her, wholly

With tools on the countertop

Weeks and weeks went by

She recovered and lowered

Her head to her people

Who in joy overflowed her

Celebrating the victory

Versus the fearsome hag

Their opinion was clearly

That she “had it in the bag”

When at last ready to walk

She arranged for a visit

To the old cemetery

And no one paid heed to it

There observing the stones

Of the lost and the fallen

Respecting the bones

Of the tombless downtrodden

She had certainly arrived

At where she wanted to be

Her surname on a grave

For all to see

She kneeled to the ground

Clinged to her lap

And in silent sound

Had her emotions unwrap

They slid by her cheeks

Made spots on her dress

As they leaked

No less

Than always

Then uttered

“Have peace

You’re avenged”

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What Lies Inside

The sun was casting light on gentle snowflakes which fell with joy from the sky

The white celestial abode stood above all, embracing the woods thereby

The pines, unmoving, made company to the lone hunter who trudged by them

Wearing a beige, battered pelt coat and gloves of brown, furry boots, in tandem

The harsh, cold gusts of December assaulted her body with violence

While beating on tree barks that circled her, though they held on with confidence

There was a tensed hemp rope that went straight over her shoulders and to the ground

A carcass was tied with it behind her, being dragged; with each step, a sound

The dead deer weighted on her, forcing her muscles, but her stride was steadfast

The fire inside her heart fueled her arms and legs and her intense holdfast

In the far distance she saw the tall huts of the tribe she was a part of

She thought of the nearing Bountiful Solstice, how the meat would be enough

When she arrived she brought her contribution to the food supplies stockpile

Angeni, she, then kissed and greeted her loving relatives for a while

When she inquired about Elu, her lately ill granddaughter to the folks

They simply brought her to the poor child’s bedstead whilst giving out wistful looks

The sleeping, innocent flower had gotten worse, her forehead burned quite hot

If the high fever would not drop, a somber fate was the group's shared forethought…

Angeni’s outrage was seeping, this could not be Elu’s time yet, surely

The elder dashed to the shaman’s cave, she knew that for rites, it’s too early

She thus consulted with the man, asked what could be possibly done in time

After deep thinking, his uttered solution was one with no paradigm

With The Bones, to summon the ancient spirits of their great ancestors now

And ask for their favor, but she would need to go through a test and a vow

Angeni, grandmother, hunter, at first widened her eyes and paled her skin

Nevertheless, steeled herself and moved onward, for Elu, her precious kin

The shaman, nodding, stood up and made her way for the depths of the cavern

She walked, through darkness reached the Offers’ Pool, The Bones and torches in pattern

With care, The Bones were collected from the outskirts of the opaque waters

Angeni kneeled before them, prepared the next step in her quest for answers

With her reliable knife, she made a long transversal cut on her wrist

Each slow drop painted the stiff objects red under her as she clenched her fist

When their quick rattling began, she took distance and braced her heart for the sight

Mute and uncertain of what could await her, her soul shielded her from fright

The Bones twirled in jerking, thunderous motions until they had gathered close

Forming a skeletal monster with scarlet bright eyes and imposing pose

“...AnGeNi…We KnOw YoUr HoPe…We WaTcH…” - a low, sepulchral voice spoke from it

The woman stood back in silence and paralyzed like a caught night bandit

“...PrOvE yOuR wOrTh…BrInG hErE…tHe GrEaTeSt BoNe…FaIlUrE bEgEtS cRuEl PuNiShMeNt…

...AnD dEcLaRe…ZeAlOuS, UnEnDiNg AtTeMpTs…UnTiL dEaTh!...Or AcCoMpLiShMeNt…”

Angeni’s heart shaked, she was having trouble maintaining her own balance

But answered: “I will bring it! I declare perseverance! On my conscience!”

“...ThE tEsT…aNd ThE vOw…ArE sEaLeD!...” - The macabre thing rumbled, dismantling fast

The Bones returned to the pond’s edge as if a wind placed them where they were last

Angeni breathed for a minute, on the next one she sprinted out of there

Gathering her traps and weapons she went for the greatest bone she’s aware

The tall, phenomenal antlers of a great moose were found in a half-hour

She used her skills on the noble game, and brought back the prize in her power

However, when placing the horns on the Offers’ Pool, The Bones screeched and hissed

As the vibrations cut the air, her whole frame felt agony, the purest

Angeni had failed on her attempt, now she knew how she would pay the price

She recomposed herself and left, for the brown bear’s jaws as new sacrifice

In spite of the vicious battle she fought with it, that was not the answer

Nor was the wing bones of the sacred bald eagle, which she tried just after

Angeni was at her wit’s end and her body was at its dire limits

Trying to steady herself, she mulled in desperation for some minutes

In her insanity she took a measure abrupt, without self-control

Saying “I can’t choose accomplishment, but death, I can!”, tears began to roll

“Just take me and please may that be enough to save Elu!”, she’s in the Pool

Not knowing the spirits liked that, her rib cage flashed bright, she felt calm and cool

“...ElU iS cUrEd…” was then echoed and through the whole place that was spoken, heard

Followed by other ones, quite kind: “...ThE gReAsTeSt BoNe…HoUsEs ThE pUrE hEaRt…”

In later days, the great Bountiful Solstice was enjoyed thus fully

By all members of the tribe in joy happily and much, much truly

Elu included, the girl that’s so strong, pretty and very clever

And who in this merry day has never ever felt so better

Hugh was happy, with his hands on his hips, admiring the possibilities his imagination brought to his mind for his future. A courier to a queen's crown? The leading driver of a train of caravans to save a starving village of their sudden drought? The literal delivery of a kiss to a lonely fair maiden? He couldn't help but let his wildest ideas fly through his inner vision. A light gust of wind from the guild's gates brushed on his wintergreen line-patterned kilt slightly while Hugh daydreamed. But only slightly, while the rest of his attire, the white cotton shirt with expansive fabric on the arms and custom-cut leather arrow-shaped suspenders was enough to barrier what would be nature's little wake up nudge.

Although his peripheral vision was not daydreaming, for it noticed a little something on the corner of the furthermost left area of the guild’s hall; he turned his head towards it. It was a Glanbill. A robust, purple feathered, big beaked Glanbill staring straight at Hugh from the other side of the place, displaying curiosity in its eyes and allocated within the entrance to an inner corridor.

Hugh smiled. A Glanbill? What’s it doing here? Looking for food among the delivery packages? His amusement with the situation propelled him to walk to the creature. Maybe he could pet it?

However, as soon as little Cloudfeet took a step, so did the Glanbill, although that step was one away and also more than a step, the megabird delved into the corridor with speed and impetus avoiding Hugh faster than a volcanic lizard avoids the rain.

Hugh was surprised, but something made him immediately run off after the animal. Maybe it was instinct, maybe impulse, his focus was too intense on the chase now for Hugh to wonder.

Approaching the spot where the Glanbill was, Hugh turned left, before him was a number of gray robed guild employees carrying paperwork and one muscled adventurer entering a door; also some purple feathers at an intersection on the end of the passage. Hugh followed the feathers.

The chase took place between many of the building segments of the guild. The bird passed through the postal storage, the garage, the administrative offices; Hugh followed, followed, followed. At this point Cloudfeet could swear the creature was mocking his abilities somehow, even though the bird had not done more than glance back a couple of times, not letting out a word or a sound.

The Glanbill finally stopped at the voyage point above the guild’s ceiling, besides the mini airport for the many flying vehicles. Hugh arrived right after, got hit by a gush of air from a runic helicopter while running, took his hair out of his face and faced the runaway.

He had it now, surely the Glanbill could not pass by Hugh without him being able to grab that slender, purple, elegant neck. Jumping wouldn’t do the bird any good, their wings are shaped as to allow for maneuverability while running, they can’t fly; nor could their little legs take a fall from this height, strong as they are. Hugh would pet this creature!

That’s when a hovercopter from the airport ascended from the ground and started moving in a trajectory close to the Glanbill’s left. Turning its head, the bird noticed that.

“Wait… it wouldn’t…NO!” - Hugh shouted (startling nearby workers), dumbfounded as he watched the cunning of the animal in its action.

The creature jumped on the machine’s left landing rail, grabbing it with firmness and taking it for a quick ride before jumping on top of an adventurer’s caravan near the guild entrance and then on the ground, in the middle of many passersby. Hugh ran to the edge of the roof to look for the animal down there, but he could only catch a glimpse of it getting back inside the guild building. He turned back, individuals around frowning, some confused.

Leaving the roof and the mini airport, Cloudfeet descended a set of stairs and moved himself to the mezzanine close by, where he could see the guild’s entrance hall from above and everything he’d found when arriving. The receptionist desk was there, the many individuals of many different races walking and going through their business also…and by going through the length of the platform, circling the space, he could see at the very end of the furthermost left area of the ground floor, at the start of an inner corridor, the purple feather Glanbill staring back at him.

Hugh groaned in annoyance, lifted his head while expressing his sentiment before resting it on top of his crossed arms laid on the mezzanine’s guard rail.

“It seems she liked you”

A feminine voice had spoken those words. Hugh allowed his right eye to raise a little in order to identify the speaker. It was a woman wearing a blue, tough jacket full of pockets with straight-line patterns on the sewing and brown, rugged leather pants; she had a black bicorn hat with a star-like symbol Hugh had never seen and a confident look in her eyes. With hands on her hips, her blonde hair cut short, blue eyes and wide shoulders gave Hugh a sense of a strong beauty, leaving him a bit at loss for words.

“Uh…uh…who?...” - He straightened his back, turned to her and responded.

“Abel” - As the woman spoke, the Glanbill appeared from her left and in a gentle motion, placed its head on the woman’s closest shoulder.

Hugh was surprised for a moment, he turned back to the corridor and indeed there was nothing there. It astounded him, was that accomplished by pure speed? He was pretty sure the bird was way slower during the chase.

The woman went on: “My girl likes to play with strangers in the guild sometimes, but she’s always picky about which ones” - She was stroking the bird’s backside of the head with love as she talked.

“Ah, haha…I see…she’s so cool, can I…can I pet her?...”

“Sure, if she won’t mind”

Hugh extended one of his hands towards Abel with caution. The feathered being looked at him doing it, still with her head on the owner. Hugh believed for a second that the bird would escape in an abrupt manner just before he could touch it, but instead…he had placed his fingers on the soft plumage and was now scratching Abel’s head alongside the bicorn hat woman, him a little bit closer to the forehead.

Abel closed her eyes and emitted a pleased purr that resonated through her body, which was relaxed. To think she had been running through corridors and passageways minutes ago.

“I’m Jasper, by the way.” - Said the woman.

“I‘m Hugh” - His answer.

“I saw you filling in applicant’s papers down there earlier, Hugh”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I wanna be a part of the guild”

“Are you looking for a job?”

Drinks for Everyone!

Here I’m seated at the tavern

One half diner, circus, cavern

Watching tipsy men abound!

What a pleasure to behold

This tradition of so old:

To bring livers to the ground!

That one’s losing a won game

That one might just be insane

There’s all kinds of drunk around!

The bartender is fed up

Of men breaking every cup

That in tables can be found!

A fair maiden just arrived

Her downed husband she revived

To bring home up at the mound!

And an angry lousy guy

Hit another, god knows why

A bar fight for all to astound!

An old geezer with a frown

Calls police to calm things down

Using fist, nightstick and hound!

They just came by at the door

Guess I’ll be in here no more

Lest I get a lovely pound!