Glorious Victory

Paper Trap Love

Southern Tricks

Scary Noodles

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Beneath the exhaust painted clouds lurked an assailment;
a forest of thorns torn from availment.
Sworn by our swords we were hordes born with an ailment
to maraud by way of armed robbery and body impalements.

In the distance we witnessed the dock of a sail ship.
Thoughts of assault we were taught to prevail in.
So, to conquer this galleon on an engulfing whale whim
was our canonical entailment.

Bearach hunched with a spear in the bushes near me.
He told me of Auchterarder and how he had missed it dearly;
how he has had made an attempt to return to it yearly.
And, as his eyes became teary I could see his gallantry clearly.

The tears moistened his orange beard. His dismay was so pertinent,
for the errand at hand laid before our brain as a curtain,
hiding unknown treasure, no display from the merchants.
But, should we ignore the possible spoils we'd decay...and for certain.

After our arrow tips were dipped in pitch we retired from our rest.
The path we took was narrow and humid—a mire to the neck.
We mustered on the beach with our minds set on a pyre to erect.
Then, on the ship a flaming arrow set fire to the deck.

Once we plundered the boat and convened on the cliff
we all hovered and leaned on our gift.
The gold trimmed rim of the chest sheened with a miff,
because the lock was a diamond impossible to reem or to rift.

I absconded with my wisdom...alone to avoid the quibble and sought scorn
the guarantee of clashed swords for the fortune they fought for. 
I hiked the bushy berme to learn of a girl who rambled and ought mourn.
Her dress outstretched bled peddles of hawthorn.

The hardwood behind surmounted this sapling.
Turquoise turf tucked tightly under her trappings.
She bowed down and the ground she was grappling,
making no sound except on her crown she was tapping.

I descended from the hill (a tough road, a mix of loam and grass)
The prairie that I did reach was serene, a landscape of lone madras
We both escaped the scoundrels and were alone at last
And the delight beneath my kilt was colossal as I approached the lass 


Valar Morghulis

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