ShadowmanShadows dancing on the wall,Shadowman by QuirkyBrainiac
waiting, waiting for me to fall.
Taunting and twirling,
my mind left swirling.
Mr. Shadowman pulls his strings,
and his puppets sing strange things.
Their shrieks echo in my mind,
and around broken souls my thoughts wind.
Creatures weep and bawl,
their cries making me crawl.
Bones rattle, clatter, and shake,
making my nerves quiver and quake.
Mr. Magicman waves his fingers,
causing snythes to shoot their stingers,
wraiths to writhe their waking mares,
and imps to scuffle, brandishing their dares.
Flights of never-ending stairs bar my way,
and to that, this is what I have to say:
“Set me free from this damned hell!
All it does is make black tides swell,
and Mr. Voodooman!, release my bonds
and destroy those dried palm fronds!
All they do, in their humanoid forms,
is cause pain and strife...oh the horrid storms!
Why do you keep me from rising above,
and drive away all those I love?!...”
My words are cut off,
making the demons scoff
as Mr. Puppetma
Tails Thud...thud thud...THUD! I cracked open the eye closest to where the thudding came from, only to be met with six, sparkling amber eyes—pupils constricted and intent—and little tails flapping all over like brightly banded, writhing snakes. I flick an ear in their direction, and all rustling stops. Closing my eye once again, I listen for paws tearing up the ground. When they’re only a short distance away, I start to rise, baring my fangs in a ferocious roar, eyes blazing. My display startles the youngest, causing him to skid on the damp ground and hightail it to the nearest bush for protection, the cub’s quivering making the berries fall off.Tails by QuirkyBrainiac
His two older siblings keep charging, the female disappearing for a moment before tackling my head from behind, and the male barreling straight into my chest. I collapse in slow motion, as if their impacts caused it, purring a deep, throaty chuckle. Rolling onto my back, the cubs pummel my bell
Little SoldierThe lonely little soldier on top of the hillLittle Soldier by QuirkyBrainiac
knows he must fall; it's part of the drill.
He appears so lost, and doesn't know what to do...
so he looks with searching eyes up to the great blue.
He thinks and he ponders about what may come,
and while the heavens are uncaring, the wind starts to hum.
A spirited dirge on fluttery wings
is the only clue of what the future brings.
Its whispers tell of ages past,
and how the time has flown so fast.
The little soldier closes his eyes,
letting his heart say its last goodbyes.
Wrinkles tell of experiences taking their toll,
and wearily speak of the years they stole.
Fragile, leathery skin with holes and cracks
show how the little soldier's taken too many hacks.
His comrades have fallen one by one,
each of their landings like fire from a gun.
A crack is heard and he's over the edge, falling.
As he tumbles, his soul answers a calling,
rising above and looking upon the shell that once held him.
The limbo between life and death fades and becomes di
Home?this is a yellow brick houseHome? by QuirkyBrainiac
that is home to many a mouse,
but is not one to me.
this house is a stepping stone
that wears me to the bone,
but i don’t let anyone see.
this house carries voices
that limit my choices,
but i will one day fly free.
this house is so sick
that it sucks my life like a tick,
but i will not fall to my knee.
this is a yellow brick house
that doesn’t attempt to rouse,
but i will carry on, and simply be.
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