Changes

The fires flashed with every strike of his hammer
Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang!
The metal molds at every blow
Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang!
With smoke and flame, he forged the forms
Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang!
What he’s making, who can know?

Looking on his art form, the metal hisses loud
Klisssssssssssssss!
As he dips the masterpiece in the oil
Klisssssssssssssss!
He’s truly satisfied at his work
Klisssssssssssssss!
The source of all this toil

He walks outside and sets it down
Thop! Thop! Thop! Thop!
And makes sure the pieces lock
Thop! Thop! Thop! Thop!
He stands to gaze on what’s been done
Thop! Thop! Thop! Thop!
His way forward, he begins to walk
Thop! Thop! Thop! Thop!

Venting

Stretched to the limit
My back about to break
Stressed beyond all lifting
Pain’s too much to take

A lack of understanding
Sadness is what I feel
Pandora’s Box has opened
I cannot find the seal

Trust goes out the window
But shame comes rushing in
Despair’s what I hold onto
My living is a sin

So much pain and sorrow
My mind just will not let
The pain of what I am subside
I’m Devil’s Advocate

I cannot help this thinking
But what else can I do
I must be agonizing pain
This all must be so true

Despair will be my friend now
Everything else has gone
Weeping softly by myself
My mania has won

Perspective

Our enemies exist in vast numbers. They must join us or fall beneath the sword.
Our conflict is never ending. We will fight tomorrow. We will fight next week.
We will fight when my children’s children have their own children.
We will fight. Or we will die.
I have stopped many foes on this day.
I could not stop them all.
The pain was but a flash. Over in an instant.
I do not regret what I have done.
I am saddened by what I could not do.
I never felt the sea breeze on my face.
I never played in the sun with my family.
I never got to see what it was like to be fourteen years old.

Limericks

Don’t know how good they’ll be. 

There once was this guy from St. Paul
Who, on the slightest of breezes, could fall
His balance was kept
As he looked where he stepped
Until he tripped on the cat and the wall

This guy from St Paul had this site
Where he could pour out the things he could write
It’s been quite a while
Since something with style
Had been out, like this one, tonight

Turns out that these limericks aren’t bad
And for that reason I’m really glad
And although I am stressed
I don’t think that I messed
Up this poem, for then I’d be sad

The Scrolls Have Fore Told of Black Wings in the Cold

After eons of sleep, Alduin awoke. Confused at first, Alduin found himself on the Throat of the World. He couldn’t be sure what changed. The last he remembered, those foolish mortals invoked the power of an Elder Scroll, to exile in the weave of time. Was he in the past? Or the distant future. He raised his great, black head to the sky and took a deep breath. His senses seemed unaffected by the Scroll’s power. He could only sense one other dragon; Paarthunax.
“Paarthunax, dreh hi hon zey?” Paarthunax, do you hear me?
A booming voice above him answered.
“Geh, Alduin. Zu’u vis hon hi. Vir dreh hi meyz wah kos ko daar staad?” Yes, Alduin. I can hear you. How do you come to be in this place? Paarthunax landed on the wall, depicting the language of the dragons. Alduin turned to look at his compatriot. Malice filled his gaze as he remembered what had happened.
 “Joor fusk zey zeim tiid voth Zuwuth Deykel.” The mortals cast me through time using an Elder Scroll. “Hi los nalkun ahmiin do daar?”  You are already aware of this? Paarthunax grinned a toothy smile.
“Do rahlo. Zu’u los gein wo fun joor kolos wah siiv faal Zuwuth Deykel. Hi lost wah kos viik.” Of course. I am the one who told the mortals where to find the Elder Scroll. You had to be defeated. Paarthunax stretched out his wings. Alduin took to the air. Flapping his great shadowy wings, he shouted at Paarthunax.
“Vax! Hin pentaar fent kos qobo! Zu’u fent drun pahvoth vorey dovah ahrk drun do hin oblaan, Paarthunax.” Traitor! Your punishment shall be swift! I shall bring together the other dragons and bring about your end, Paarthunax. 
Paarthunax cocked his head to one side, before replying with;
“Hi fen siiv tol peh buruk. Mu los nunon dovah vahlt ko Keizaal.” You will find that quite difficult.We are the last dragons alive in Skyrim.
Alduin was visibly shocked, but that quickly disappeared, as he remembered his father.
“Nid trun. Bormah gave zey zuk fein tet do World-Eater. Zu’u fent wahl vok dii zeyliik, ahrk ont zuk, kron lein do joor.” No matter. Father gave me more than the title of World-Eater. I shall raise up my brethren, and once more, conquer the world of the mortals.
Alduin made a graceful circle around the peak of the Throat of the World. He then flew off to the Southwest.
As he glided on the currents of air, Alduin found himself lost in the joys of flight. The wind caressed his face, lifted his wings effortlessly.
But his joy was interrupted when he spied a town. It was the town of Helgen. It was bustling with people, as a caravan entered the city. Alduin recognized Nords, Altmer, and Imperials at the town. One of the mortals was completely obscured to him. It wasn’t of any concern to the great dragon. Right now, the only thing on his mind was revenge. And these mortals would do nicely.
**** To be continued ****

 

A Moment of Silence

A moment of silence for those who lost their lives, on this day in 2001. Cowardly men following scarier cowards’ orders.
May the innocent souls find everlasting peace. May their families find solace in the fact that their loved ones will never know pain, grief, or strife in the life beyond.
May those that perpetrated this vile act find no rest, no salvation. May their souls be wracked with torment.
May this wish be extended to those who seek to enact more harm on us.