Enveloped

Through sure steps along the beach

Moving forward destination

Muscles fighting the exhaustion

Knew her journey how was long

She pressed heels above the sand

Footprints shaped of iron sabatons

Armor forged by many sons

Knee with luster under sun

Turning face for distant gaze

Over briny vast those waters

To where she wrote many letters

Loving someone overseas

Now just scattered past and memories

Same as grains she crushed beneath

Turned it over a new leaf

How the wind blows soft her hair

When a sudden wet upheaval

Came erupting from the sea

Danger she could not believe

Men-devourer of folk tales

A scales-ridden aquadragon

Burst from depths out to the surface

Many vessels said disgrace

Area filled with its roar

Tensed the fighter in her spot

Held the buckler and sword tightly

And assuming stance so mighty

Had her bearings for the worse

Preparation absolutely

Waiting for what may develop

Ready for what will not stop

Motion if the beast would see her…

Lashing out the monster dashing

Cutting waves in blunt approach

Violently dared encroach

Nearing woman at the surf

Gaping jaws before the crash

Moments quick and barely prior

Stratagem of witty warrior

Parrying teeth with her blade

She held strongly the offensive

Stricken angrily against her

Gauntlets hers to bar from deeper

Pierce of predatory bite

Alongside the tempered steel

Pushing at her from the impact

Though by luck she was still intact

Wide a maw there greeting menacingly

Slobber dropping from the squirming

Creature thrashing over sands

Bringing force upon her hands

Closer reaching coming centimeters

Till enough was had by lady

Twisting head of thing with grunt

Casting it aside as stunt

Few a seconds daring needed

The manhandled wrathful entity

Fast recovered then attacked

Once again with body rushed

Rage frustrated in addition

When its enemy so smaller

Vaulted out the way away

Making bite to run astray

Then its head turned to observe her

Stretching slick tail of the creature

Spiraled tall and promptly smashed

Though the target had evaded

Trying more the beast repeated

Each of strikes of thick appendage

Left long furrows on the ground

Visions weird that could astound

Ditch collection spread in places

The combatant’s racing heart

Managed constantly avoiding

That threat of swift mass bone-crushing

Rare a second for respite

So in act of fair emergency

She proceeded hasty climb

Up a palm tree using limb

Woe and mind and all she had in

Whipping at wood’s curvature

Beast barraged her with sharp hits

Blocked avoided though the bits

Shedding of the trunk fell down

All the while she was ascending

Higher and behind the branches

Till the dragon’s hurting launches

Tall as she could not reach easily

But the cunning devil’s spawn

Chose to change the tactics chosen

Circled tree in times a dozen

Shut down option for descending

As it equally was coiling

It with whole of body slippery

Closing in a prospect scary

Was of death without an exit

Yet the soldier slashed it back

Making use of her position

Driving mouth away in unison

That with nostrils bleeding out

Yet a vicious countermeasure

From the thing to rise imposing

Up its presence unrelenting

Let the woman feel some fear

Jumped the prey trapped previously

Twisting self in very air

And with blade she got to tear

Scaled flesh in abrupt the fall

Ripping many rolls of meat

Screeching joining consequence

Of that painful bloody sentence

Falling onto twirling animal

Which decided on revenge

Leaping from the perched position

Over treetop for aggression

Itch for ravaging destruction

From the column letting go

Slithery it was unfurling

And completely recollecting

Ram of fangs and claws came downwards

Repetition a maneuver

Placing weapon in the way

Sliding rush again astray

From a crush of her completely

That mass lustrous quickly passing

Her as followed its direction

Though she saw not the deception

At the dragon’s new trajectory

In contorting stretching body

It imprisoned suddenly

Her as scales closed in so wildly

Sheen and folds were all she saw

When the serpentine enveloped

Wrapped in rounding pressing presses

Of spine forcibly that dresses

Woman her in stranglehold

Of titanic solid curtains

She remembered midst the panic

Of the love she left on scenic

Bluff old coastal years ago

Maybe hadn’t left she truly

If on stage of direst hour

Rather than resentment sour

She longed for that warm embrace

But no seconds had she spare

Fixing handle of her sword

For defiant stable hard

Jut against the binding scales

Hoping for salvation rare

That of metal cutting meat

Just enough to make a slit

Opening to give her room

Till the force upon her broke

Section of the carapace

Like her own plan’s saving grace

Spill of blood and guts accompanying

And beast’s agonizing screams

That too arched the joints relaxing

Spacing from her in perplexing

End of furious constriction

Writhing creature dashing madly

In chaotic through the beach

Motions crying sharp with each

Following a waggling path

It directed self to waters

Calm despite the confrontation

For winds of that coastal nation

Sat at gentlest caresses

As the warrior stood witness

To the demon there returning

Diving spinning swimming churning

Stress and ripples overwater

To the last tip of its tail

And the splashing finalizing

Still so ocean was disguising

True the terror that just left

Soon the red was last the clue

Of the battle mark withstanding

On the sand and armor hanging

Noon the sun to all reveal

Swordswoman stowed steel and buckler

And with heave and body shaking

After minutes painstaking

Won and got back to her walk

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A Forest Confrontation

Was a warrior in shambles

Crawling tired through the mud

Longer longer than she should

As the sunset dared encroaching

On the scenery around her

Crows were gathering with hunger

Breathing she should be no longer

Soon the body would give in

But tenacious her stubborn

Grit and living a desire

Burned inside of her an ire

That for moving to continue

And with every lift of muscle

And her glower flaring showing

On a face of dirty filling

Hand to grasp the roots of trees

For supporting prompt this leverage

She took measures she could find

Leaving monster blood behind

Sore completely aftermath

Taking joints and nerves of her

The sensation spiking latent

Source of forcing discontent

Reaching point at last she stood

Painfully amidst the forest

Wave of pike disbanded birds

Flung together with her words

Truly resonating roar

Thus to follow was a trudge

Limbs were prickling in spasmodic

Each of steps a blunt of seismic

Hiss and yet she forward marched

Slayed a menace moments prior

Danger lurking near the mountains

Author of foul hemofountains

Laid to rest the beast is now

To a blade it was susceptible

Tender meat was cut through vicious

Blow among the tall deciduous

True mute judges here around

After ploy of nature righteous

Luring fiend outside its cave

For a trap it self can't save

Better would've been abandoning

Prey the monster for own sake

Yet the gluttonous and vile

Chose to chase her all the while

Way she had for execution

Once was hidden with the trees

Though that wasn't without struggle

Death fight raged between the double

Dance of violent survival

Barely victor through the straits

She emerged by last incision

Yet no count of recollection

Really made her walking easier

But her ears perceived a rustle

Back from trail she carved escaping

Near bark came dark mouth a-gaping

It was bloody still alive

She held weapon handle firmly

Staring angry teeth a-gritting

As the enemy approaching

Free from dying stood about

Swing connected with the figure

Lunging just before the injure

Who recoiled quick and pure

Thing of animal behavior

Still strong brandishing pikewoman

Her defensive long steel blade

Dared not to allow to fade

Few her breaths so quick from history

Sounded creature putrid snarl

Lashing at her with its tentacle

Armor made the strikes some manageable

Did infuriate her more

Witful the attacked combatant

Grabbed from pocket spare a vial

Broke on tendril to defile

Through the form of it that acid

Screech pervaded deep the woods

So retracted the appendage

Beast to suffer hemorrhage

Which too showed extent was vaster

Too in wounds of battle previous

Too intense an inner suffering

Harmed and weak as well the thing

Grew it vengeful and grew restless

Swift stray bites next it attempted

Blocked or countered with her strikes

With the metal and her jukes

Fit for martial prowess hers

She controlled the situation

Cuts were adding up in gradual

Fashion over seconds lethal

Knee was failing her however

Causing slippage dire an accident

Opportunity that took

Now the brute to hurl in wake

Bring whole frame upon opponent

Helve could hold the jaws in reflex

Dripping froth and warmer blood

Chilling spine the woman’s would

Leave her self-control at limit

Till the pressure maxillary

Forced a straining on oak shaft

Broken parts of it were left

Still the lady held a small

Section improvising axe

That precise retaliated

On the eye of beast close placed

Satisfaction for the hit

The monstrosity reeled back

Shrilling loud and back contorting

Shake chaotic in that writhing

Strife in tolerating it

Then the gazing globe remaining

Powerfully took fixation

On the lady grim attention

Run a straight to her with might

With the maw with missed a motion

Warrior had dodged in time

Even near the nostrils’ slime

Stiff she was but she enacted

A maneuver of aggression

Fierce a chopping easy jugular

Were repeated slashes angular

Sway of wrath she was just under

Layers red she penetrated

Repetition from before

Feast of squirming smelling gore

Executioners the arcs

Of each strengthened laceration

Pairing tears and feeble cry

Of the enemy awry

Off from outcome wished upon

Tearing quite until unmoving

Carcass fell hard on the ground

An unmoving swelling round

Being deader this chance hopefully

The pale nervous lady crumbled

Leaning onto rigid meat

Turning bit a taking seat

Like a windy tree exhaled she

Trembling everything she had

Minute for a faintly muse

The relief that she could use

Falling gently over her

And unwaiting she erected

Self for downed foe an observe

Not without unrest and nerve

Blend of plenty inside stirrings

Thus returned her to the journey

Out the woods and towards city

Whence she came and where the pretty

Lass would find her some respite

Under stars above at night

Same emerging skyly fully

Now in scatter vast unruly

Over fighter and her might

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Ho Ho Hark

A Christmas song I write for those with ears

Stars shining happy gathered in the night

Join merrily us for our joy of years

Full banquet is a reason for contentment

Discernment tells its quality and taste

Along the present folk is warm the sentiment

Of one another and togetherness

Unless invited were the same old quarrels

That usually make cause for distress

Throughout the months of distance and indifference

Hence solitude excepting holidays

On this game of whoever's taller fence

But lo and hear what you already know

Show penchant for division of the us

And falling we will be much like the snow

That visits on this time on house of many

Uncanny that event of spots particular

Is elsewhere global recognized it plenty

For how quite linked we are in way intriguely

Invisibly we reach and touch each other

By means devised through ages tough and bravely

The only thing that's missing in our scheme

Been artifice to share the very delicacies

On the own tables holding tasty keen

Delights far sprawling corners of the world

Fold napkins for I want to nibble some

Of everything you would let me behold!

I know you hide exotic gold ambrosias!

Yes ready for deployment at the end

When all are eager for deliciousness!

Ahem I guess what's rather worded here

Clear meaning for those sharp of mind and ear

Is that despite what hurts or may appear

The season has a reason for some pleasure

Alure for free and chance of public matter

To celebrate some thing with not a measure

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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