The Ancient World
The grass green and lush
Blue streams trickle gently
The hills green
The sky azure
Sun shares its light and joy
The mask of Ancient World
In the caves
Trolls dens
Ghouls
Danger
But sweet hope
of finding treasure
Like puddles
of red, green, gold.
God, I’m brilliant
and I’m only seven years old.
Tomato!
The light flashes
Horses ride off into the sunset.
Instantly and repeatedly ends all stories the same.
Yesterday was the day before today
I spiritually gave way
Scientifically the horse is not alive
We thought it would tamely survive
Hello I love you,
and he wants to help himself…who?
That’s the way the earth crumbles
and the poison drives you clean.
Directly from the center of the earth only rumbles
I con you not although I’ve never seen
Beyond the mountain the dragon fumbles
Position me somewhere I’ve never been
Enquiring she pursued her greatest passion
Slowly he undressed himself, New fashion!
Written by: Vanessa, Warren, Wendy, Brenda, Dylan & Ann.
Slide the key
into the slot
Cruel memories
I forgot
Inside I slowly
gently rot
Slide the key
into the slot.
So long a silence
stains my fears
I remember to forget
all my years
Try to cry
no more tears
So long a silence
stains my fears.
Shadows follow
where I lead
In your blood
I see the greed
On your flesh
I’ll slowly feed
Shadows follow
where I lead.
Will it be
for me to see?
Is it you
who are free?
I was going to try
but then I knew why.
To continue on would be a lie.
Knowing the answer before you start
numbs, kills, defeats the heart.
It wasn’t hard
for me to become
cold and strong.
Passageways dark and eerie
Under the mountain they lie.
Lakes of deep dark icy black waters.
Small islands of crude cold jagged rock.
So deadly, yet so alluring.
Attracting the brave
and the fool.
Mercilessly drawing them inward
and then in dark corners
slowly pushing a dagger
into their thoughts.
The evil watches as the idiot dies
in the cold and lonesome darkness.
Skeletons perhaps never found
in the sorrow and shame of greed.
Yet gold there is
and riches there are.
The Dark Lords know
that man cannot resist.
He will pursue it until his death.
Other cunning creatures
in their evil ways
are rewarded by the Lords.
They get no joy of it.
They sit in dark damp corners
and wallow over their treasure.
Afraid of the light of truth.
They will never know the pleasure
of soft green grass
and the warmth of the sun.
Evil little creatures are they
with cunning long fingers.
Many have found their way
round mans throat.
Many have felt the body
struggle and drop
limp within the deadly clasp.
Those evil little creatures
that place the blades of daggers
into the stomachs of men.
Watching them fall
weak with pain and shock.
Those horrid little cowardice creatures!