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#21 grim cimmerian

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Posted 25 October 2005 - 08:39 PM

A grim traveller did sojourn to the city gate, at an hour dark and late,
The guard posted there told him to wait, and name and buisness state.
"Death" was the whispered answer to both from under the darkened hood.
The guard his ground he stood and challenge he made good.
The guard armed with spear advanced on the cloaked figure with fear.
As he approached more near, into the face he tried to peer.
The figure turned and the shadowy face was discerned. The guard gasped at what he had learned, the eyes of red that burned.
A hand of whitened bone that grasped hilt of sword was shown. Fixed on that terrible hand his widened eyes stayed, no living flesh was gripping that blade.
He turned to flee from the horrible sight he had seen, but was paused by glimpse of blade black and keen.
The dark figure struck out, and blood from the guard's sundered body did spout. The spear also severed through the shaft, a now lifeless hand gripping the haft.
The blackened blood flowed under moonlight in dark streams, issuing forth from both corpse and head, frozen in silent screams.

Edited by grim cimmerian, 25 October 2005 - 08:43 PM.

"WOE UNTO MY FOEMEN, PITY THEIR WIDOWS AND KIN."
All flatlanders are soft and frail, I enjoy those qualities in their women.
"By CROM if you so much as touch your hilt I'll split you from crown to crotch and see if your guts are as yellow as I think they are!"

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Posted 25 October 2005 - 09:23 PM

A warrior who stood proud handsome and tall, visited an occult store in the local strip mall.
As his eyes adjusted to the gloom he did see, a beautiful sorceress stroking a black cat upon knee.
He fingered dried batwing, potions, and jars full of dust but never could his amorous eyes leave her ample bust.
He made small talk about the weather as he approached her through hanging belladonna, wolfsbane, and heather.
Her mysterious eyes smiled as she rose and she stood, black curly locks flowed from her hood.
With delicate hands she parted her robes to reveal her slender frame and pale radiant globes.
"Now fair lady your beckons must surely be met, but I know not even your name by the cursed fangs of Set!"
Nary a word she spoke but her quivering flesh did he long to stroke.
He reached for her consumed by his lust, Her silent enticing had him nonplussed. He gathered her tightly in his mighty arms, intending to drink deeply of her feminine charms.
She sunk her fangs into the side of his throat, of her wicked sharp teeth the first he did note.
Whilst wincing at the pain, he squeezed at her bosoms, not dying in vain.

Edited by grim cimmerian, 25 October 2005 - 09:24 PM.

"WOE UNTO MY FOEMEN, PITY THEIR WIDOWS AND KIN."
All flatlanders are soft and frail, I enjoy those qualities in their women.
"By CROM if you so much as touch your hilt I'll split you from crown to crotch and see if your guts are as yellow as I think they are!"

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Posted 26 October 2005 - 04:48 AM

..With delicate hands she parted her robes
to reveal her slender frame and pale radiant globes.
"Now fair lady your beckons must surely be met
but I know not even your name by the cursed fangs of Set!"..

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i really like your latest 2 story-poems. they are very good with horror twists + lots of great rhyming!
ofcourse, the hungry Sorceress is my fave [i luv vampire stuff]. B)

please give your poems a title?[they are worthy]
[ our short limmericks dont really need titles]

so when u feel inspired again, keep up the great work!
many thanks + big kisses from your buxom vampiress *** :)

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Posted 26 October 2005 - 09:15 PM

please give your poems a title?[they are worthy]

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Thanks. :) What titles could there be that wouldn't spoil the endings :(

Death - fear - whitened bone - no living flesh - sundered body - corpse and head - beautiful sorceress - ample bust - pale radiant globes - quivering flesh - fangs - throat - teeth - bosoms.

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Good to see you, Mr. Bond. Things have been awfully dull around here. I hope we're going to see some gratuitous sex and violence........... {Q ~ Never Say Never Again}

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Thanks. :) I had to stare at that Q quote awhile before it clicked that it was a quote from Q from a Bond movie :huh: :lol:
"WOE UNTO MY FOEMEN, PITY THEIR WIDOWS AND KIN."
All flatlanders are soft and frail, I enjoy those qualities in their women.
"By CROM if you so much as touch your hilt I'll split you from crown to crotch and see if your guts are as yellow as I think they are!"

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Posted 26 October 2005 - 10:30 PM

A sleeping corpse reposed in its grave,
contemplating on the forgotten life it had gave.
Its thoughts were dark to match its coffin's gloom,
It could not know that bright flowers above it did bloom.

It's only companions were worms and the dust,
It didn't recall the family that wept for its laying like thus.
It was melancholy, downcast and dreary,
trying to recall at least one memory cheery.

When above rain fell from the sky,
It thought that the earth was also sad and did cry.
When the wind howled, shrieked and moaned,
It thought others nearby were also alone.

It grew weary of its dismal mood.
It longed for something else than to lie and to brood.
One day it decided that it could no longer rest.
It decided to get up to seek happiness.

It clawed at the dirt and decomposed wood.
It finally clawed free and slowly it stood.
It rose in the black of the night.
The darkness couldn't cheer it as the bright sun had might.

It stumbled and shambled down the path from its grave.
A single happy smile was all it did crave.
something fond to remember, some thought to be cherished.
It had completely forgotten that it had already perished.

It couldn't remember whatever life it had had,
it rose up again to seek a chance to be glad.
It didn't occur to it that its spirit was gone,
only that it had laid in the dirt far too long.

After some distance, It found a quaint little town,
it seemed so much more pleasant than lying in the cold ground.
It pondered why it had not ventured here before.
It eagerly seeked company and sought for a door.

It chanced to knock on the door of an inn.
It expected a greeting: "hello" or "how have you been?"
but was greeted with silence when the heavy door swung within.
It put on a smile but didn't understand that it had no lips to make itself grin.

The people, horrified, gasped at the ghastly sight,
a long dead corpse that had rose in the night.
The people cried out and fled with great fear.
It was suddenly alone and bitterly fought back the tears.
"Nevermind I'll go back to sleep. Everyone is more unhappy here!"

Edited by grim cimmerian, 27 October 2005 - 12:31 AM.

"WOE UNTO MY FOEMEN, PITY THEIR WIDOWS AND KIN."
All flatlanders are soft and frail, I enjoy those qualities in their women.
"By CROM if you so much as touch your hilt I'll split you from crown to crotch and see if your guts are as yellow as I think they are!"

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Posted 27 October 2005 - 03:38 AM

By the way? You know that picture of that woman at the bottom of your posts? How is she keeping those cups on?


Superglue. Those things are never coming off.
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Posted 27 October 2005 - 03:28 PM

There once was a gal from Cimmeria.
And if you'd just ask, she would marry ya.
The only downside,
she's about four feet wide,
and there's no-one who's uglier and hairier!
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Posted 27 October 2005 - 09:41 PM

There once was a gal from Cimmeria.
And if you'd just ask, she would marry ya.
The only downside,
she's about four feet wide,
and there's no-one who's uglier and hairier!

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Was she a runt Yeti?
"WOE UNTO MY FOEMEN, PITY THEIR WIDOWS AND KIN."
All flatlanders are soft and frail, I enjoy those qualities in their women.
"By CROM if you so much as touch your hilt I'll split you from crown to crotch and see if your guts are as yellow as I think they are!"

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Posted 27 October 2005 - 09:52 PM

Well, there was some question about paternity, but it could never be proven since they didn't have DNA testing in those days.
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Posted 27 October 2005 - 10:13 PM

A female Yeti did howl,
as she came down from the mountains to prowl.
Not for food but for a mate.
Her lust she seeked to satiate.

She came upon cimmerians who thought her a bear,
she came upon nordheimers who just stopped and stared.
She escaped the Hyperborians who tried to put her in a cage.
She finally came across a old corinthian sage.

He said "sir or madam how do you do?"
she growled and snarled as it was all that she knew.
He noticed her curves and her reddened lips,
the way that she swayed with her 4 foot wide hips.

He said approaching without any fear,
"Lets see, I think I have a hair removal potion somewhere in here."
He dug in his sleeves, pockets and hat,
He dumped out a lizard, a rabbit, and bat.

Finally he grasped the bottle with the elixir within,
and approached the beast with a devilish grin.
"now sir or madam if you would be so kind as to swallow this?"
She opened her fanged mouth with a snarl and a hiss.

Pinching his nose he said,"Its a shame I have no breath mint for you,
This potion will have to do its my own special brew."
She swallowed it down and she gasped and she choked.
Suddenly all of her fur was gone in a large puff of smoke.

"Ah, as I suspected,
my apologies madam I indeed stand corrected."
"I have the potion to reverse the effects right here in my sack,
I have seen under your hair now lets put it right back."
"I think I have found a mate for my apeman Thak."

Edited by grim cimmerian, 27 October 2005 - 10:19 PM.

"WOE UNTO MY FOEMEN, PITY THEIR WIDOWS AND KIN."
All flatlanders are soft and frail, I enjoy those qualities in their women.
"By CROM if you so much as touch your hilt I'll split you from crown to crotch and see if your guts are as yellow as I think they are!"

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Posted 06 November 2005 - 01:39 PM

an ancient and powerful Lich
was seduced by a buxom young witch
in bed she rattled him so fast
till his skull flew off at last
then fed all his bones to her dragon-bitch.
----
a famous big slayer who was bored
was given a quest by his Lord
across mountains and rivers he raced
the huge jaws of the beast he faced
he said 'Crom, i've forgotten me sword!' :D
----
Arnie the big posing body-builder
loved the blonde and with passion he filled her
at Doom's glare and roar
Arnie wept on the floor
then a stiff little snake went and killed her.
----
the arogant Milius film maker
a hollywood mover and shaker
took a warrior so brave
and turned him into a slave
so to Howard fans he is THE faker.
----
[ 4 more Limmericks by me ]

hey DRAGON GIRL, thanks for joining in the limmerick fun.
[ so she's 4' wide eh? sounds ideal for the childbearing of big blue-eyed cimmerian 'giants'?? ] :lol:
please post more fun poems when u get time?
----
hey GRIM CIMMERIAN, many thanks for your clever long poems..
i liked the macabre 'restless corpse'.
+ your 'female yeti' is great + made me LOL. B)
u are a shining example of poetic creativity + u inspire me to do more.
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+ my thanks to all posters who are making this thread so entertaining.
cheers *** :)

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Posted 07 November 2005 - 04:48 AM

..Within the mirk, so dim and dreary,
Appeared a statuesque Valkyrie
In helmet horned and breast-plates gleaming
The dark man thought he must be dreaming..

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dear Kail, i luv your great poem about the 'teasing valkyrie'. it is superb.
i was hoping someone would create poetic versions of Conan tales + u have set a high standard. B)

many thanks + kisses from me in my red + gold basque *** :)
[ if u want to chase me across the white open expanse of.. my bedroom carpet i'll be easy to catch cos i'm wearing high-heels. + i wont be calling on Ymir to 'rescue' me..] ;)

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Posted 07 November 2005 - 01:03 PM


..if u want to chase me across the white open expanse of.. my bedroom carpet i'll be easy to catch cos i'm wearing high-heels.. ;)

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:rolleyes: A shag carpet, perhaps? :D
The sorceress came out to play
And wove a web to make him stay..
..And mumbling thanks to Crom the god
She set upon his killer bod.
;)

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Your poetic power just makes me swoon
as you take control of my full moon
the vibrant rythmn thrills me so
raw passion fills me all aglow

the mystic Aesir carpet vendor
sold me one of soft white splendour
long life woven with inter-action
he promised me much satisfaction

a dream upon the white shag-pile
is guaranteed to make me smile
i like a man who shows no fears
as stilettos dance next to his ears. ;)
----
**Thanks again my daring rhyming mate
see you soon on our next special date.**
-
very big ones from me *** :)

Edited by Buxom Sorceress, 07 November 2005 - 01:07 PM.


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After I danced with my exotic flesh baring
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Posted 08 November 2005 - 01:37 AM

thanks Kail it is about time some bard wrote a song of Conan's deeds. :)
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All flatlanders are soft and frail, I enjoy those qualities in their women.
"By CROM if you so much as touch your hilt I'll split you from crown to crotch and see if your guts are as yellow as I think they are!"

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Posted 08 November 2005 - 02:11 AM

In the midst of a warm, sun-lit glade,
A swordsman made love to a maid.
Though he did try his best,
She was never impressed
With the size, or the length, of his blade!
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Posted 10 November 2005 - 01:14 AM

Part 1
The moon shone brightly like a crown over the darkened town,
The man climbed effortlessly not glancing at the ground so far down.
Swiftly and easily he scaled the rough stone,
that reminded him of the cliffs in his Cimmerian home.

He reached the crenulated parapet
of the cursed tower of the demon god Set.
Grasping warily the edge he searched for guards or a trap
remembering keenly the tavern conversation in his mental map.

The fat thief had told all that he knew,
of the glimmering hoard of gems of radiant hue.
He dared not the dangers that he told of.
The traps and the guards that waited above.

The fearless youth listened and carefully laid plan.
he gathered all information that could be wrung from the man.
The man had cautioned him against the risky venture at hand.
the feat was beyond the best thieves in the land.

Two unmoving armed guards by the upper entrance stood,
their bifurcated tongues and slit eyes concealed in their hoods.
The tumbling dirk flew out from the dark,
its keen point driving in and hitting its mark.

The youth then rushed from the shadows wielding a broad blade
One guard dead, a throat wound from the cast he had made.
The other brought up a sword with a speed unreal.
Not wishing to alert others with a clanging sword peel,
instead the youth dodged to the side and avoided the steel.

The guard staggered off balance expecting resistance.
The youth rushed forward closing the distance.
Feinting a stroke high instead he swung low,
halving the strange man by the force of the blow.

The youth cleaned his blade on the dead guard's coat
And retrieved his dagger form the other ones throat.
Black ichor had slickened the blade,
No human men were these kills he had made.

He entered the portal and went down the stair,
and nearly retched inhaling the musky stagnated air.
He reached the landing and in front of iron bound door he stood.
The description from the fat man told so far was good.

He knew that there were cleverly concealed traps
But with no other way in, there was a disarm latch perhaps.
He studied the portal and discerned pointed marks driven deep in the wood.
He knew a spike studded grate concealed above in the dark would transfix a man if it could.

He could see no key hole, hidden clasp or a latch,
No secret passage, trap release or catch.
he looked up above the doorway in the shadows and gloom,
trying to perceive the mechanism of decending doom.

Seeing no means of entrance without risking peril,
he snorted in disgust and growled menacing and feral.
He headed back up the curving stair
out into the open clean night air.
The youth scooped up a dead guard like a heavy pack,
the corpse covering the entire length of his back.

Returning down the stairs to the doorway below,
He turned the handle and hammered a blow.
The trap did swiftly descend,
a Spiked grate to impale and to rend.
The Corpse took the brunt of the impact.
The door, crashed against by the combined weight splintered and cracked.

The youth was pinned between the corpse and the door,
the buffet had left him alive but buised and sore.
He heaved back against the corpse and spiked grate,
grateful that he had escaped the sinister fate.

Slowly the youth shoved away from the wood,
and dropped and he rolled as soon as he could.
The grate slammed heavily again against the postern.
The corpse pierced in a dozen places that he could discern.

upon examining the decended trap he discovered the cleverly concealed release,
silently the grate returned and through the opened iron bound door wafted a malodorous breeze.

The youth shifted warily and waited for his eyes to adjust,
He crinkled his nose at the potent strong smell in disgust.
into the darkness with pupils opened wide,
He gripped haft of sword and silently drifted inside...
"WOE UNTO MY FOEMEN, PITY THEIR WIDOWS AND KIN."
All flatlanders are soft and frail, I enjoy those qualities in their women.
"By CROM if you so much as touch your hilt I'll split you from crown to crotch and see if your guts are as yellow as I think they are!"

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Posted 22 November 2005 - 01:23 AM

Part 1
The moon shone brightly like a crown over the darkened town,
The man climbed effortlessly not glancing at the ground so far down.
Swiftly and easily he scaled the rough stone,
that reminded him of the cliffs in his Cimmerian home.

He reached the crenulated parapet
of the cursed tower of the demon god Set.
Grasping warily the edge he searched for guards or a trap
remembering keenly the tavern conversation in his mental map.

The fat thief had told all that he knew,
of the glimmering hoard of gems of radiant hue.
He dared not the dangers that he told of.
The traps and the guards that waited above.

The fearless youth listened and carefully laid plan.
he gathered all information that could be wrung from the man.
The man had cautioned him against the risky venture at hand.
the feat was beyond the best thieves in the land.

Two unmoving armed guards by the upper entrance stood,
their bifurcated tongues and slit eyes concealed in their hoods.
The tumbling dirk flew out from the dark,
its keen point driving in and hitting its mark.

The youth then rushed from the shadows wielding a broad blade
One guard dead, a throat wound from the cast he had made.
The other brought up a sword with a speed unreal.
Not wishing to alert others with a clanging sword peel,
instead the youth dodged to the side and avoided the steel.

The guard staggered off balance expecting resistance.
The youth rushed forward closing the distance.
Feinting a stroke high instead he swung low,
halving the strange man by the force of the blow.

The youth cleaned his blade on the dead guard's coat
And retrieved his dagger form the other ones throat.
Black ichor had slickened the blade,
No human men were these kills he had made.

He entered the portal and went down the stair,
and nearly retched inhaling the musky stagnated air.
He reached the landing and in front of iron bound door he stood.
The description from the fat man told so far was good.

He knew that there were cleverly concealed traps
But with no other way in, there was a disarm latch perhaps.
He studied the portal and discerned pointed marks driven deep in the wood.
He knew a spike studded grate concealed above in the dark would transfix a man if it could.

He could see no key hole, hidden clasp or a latch,
No secret passage, trap release or catch.
he looked up above the doorway in the shadows and gloom,
trying to perceive the mechanism of decending doom.

Seeing no means of entrance without risking peril,
he snorted in disgust and growled menacing and feral.
He headed back up the curving stair
out into the open clean night air.
The youth scooped up a dead guard like a heavy pack,
the corpse covering the entire length of his back.

Returning down the stairs to the doorway below,
He turned the handle and hammered a blow.
The trap did swiftly descend,
a Spiked grate to impale and to rend.
The Corpse took the brunt of the impact.
The door, crashed against by the combined weight splintered and cracked.

The youth was pinned between the corpse and the door,
the buffet had left him alive but buised and sore.
He heaved back against the corpse and spiked grate,
grateful that he had escaped the sinister fate.

Slowly the youth shoved away from the wood,
and dropped and he rolled as soon as he could.
The grate slammed heavily again against the postern.
The corpse pierced in a dozen places that he could discern.

upon examining the decended trap he discovered the cleverly concealed release,
silently the grate returned and through the opened iron bound door wafted a malodorous breeze.

The youth shifted warily and waited for his eyes to adjust,
He crinkled his nose at the potent strong smell in disgust.
into the darkness with pupils opened wide,
He gripped haft of sword and silently drifted inside...

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part two the tale continues
"WOE UNTO MY FOEMEN, PITY THEIR WIDOWS AND KIN."
All flatlanders are soft and frail, I enjoy those qualities in their women.
"By CROM if you so much as touch your hilt I'll split you from crown to crotch and see if your guts are as yellow as I think they are!"

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Posted 22 November 2005 - 01:24 AM

part 2

The youth glided into darkness staying near to the wall,
shuffling his feet searching for steps or pitfalls.
The chamber seemed too large for the tower to contain it within,
The light from the open iron bound door fading and quite dim.

The echoes unnatural and the darkness complete,
the youth became aware of an increasing heat.
far in the distance a red line came into view,
a faint red glow that from under a wide door came through.

The massive chamber echoed, not from the youth's furtive moves,
Not from the scuff of his sandals nor the rustle of his trews;
The sound had a soft whisper like the grass in the breeze,
He became aware of a draft at the level of his knees.

A search of the wall indicaded a sculptured relief low to the ground.
There were many fist sized holes that his questing hands found.
The faint rasping grew louder and closer,
The youth held his sword towards the noise his courage to bolster.

He widened his stance not sure what he expected to meet,
Then icy chills ran his spine as something slid over his feet.
Crom! he whispered as he tried to envision what might have touched him.
fantastic visions filled his mind with terrors dark and grim.

Then a rush of noise came and he completely froze,
he stood as still as a statue, sword raised in fantastic pose.
Then they were upon him slithering by,
hundreds of serpents undulating with cacophonic sighs.

Helpless, the youth stood stark still,
with the mass of snakes passing nearly unnerving his will.
The first of them reached the red glow across the room,
and blotted out the light plunging him into blackness and gloom.

The noise started to dwindle and no more scutes touched his skin,
The red line returned they must have slithered within.
He started to stride when he neared something he could feel,
a coiled serpent poised to strike at his heel.

A adroit spring back saved him from the venom filled fangs,
from the ridged spasms of poisoned death pangs.
He ventured around the lingering beast away from the wall,
aware that his life had hanged at a hair's breath as near death as he could recall.

He neared to the red light and was covered in its glow.
He crept towards the crimson line methodically slow.
No portal did it issue from under as he had previously thought,
but a horizontal gap in the wall which appeared of gold curiously wrought.

He reached the scarlet source and crouched for a view,
there was just enough room if he lay down for him to get through.
He laid on his belly and ventured to the edge,
and saw that it came out into another chamber high above as a ledge.

He slowly crawled forward on his abdomen much like the snakes
with all of the caution and stealth he could make.
He advanced through the gap and out on the shelf.
He gasped at the scene below inspite of himself......

Edited by grim cimmerian, 22 November 2005 - 01:33 AM.

"WOE UNTO MY FOEMEN, PITY THEIR WIDOWS AND KIN."
All flatlanders are soft and frail, I enjoy those qualities in their women.
"By CROM if you so much as touch your hilt I'll split you from crown to crotch and see if your guts are as yellow as I think they are!"

#39 Ironhand

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Posted 24 November 2005 - 12:31 AM

Kail, your poetry is masterful. I was flogging my brains trying to remember what it reminded me of, and it came to me: Coleridge's poem about Kublai Khans's pleasure-dome in Xanadu - the part he wrote before the person from Porlock interrupted his lotus-dreams. :unsure:

Don't think I'm accusing you of plagiarism or copying, rather I am comparing you to one of the English language's master poets. And man, you are not too shabby! I think that if REH had set his own stories to rhyme, he could not have done better. :rolleyes:
"Did you deem yourself strong, because you were able to twist the heads off civilized folk, poor weaklings with muscles like rotten string? Hell! Break the neck of a wild Cimmerian bull before you call yourself strong. I did that, before I was a full-grown man...!" - Conan, in "Shadows in Zamboula", by Robert E. Howard
"... you speak of Venarium familiarly. Perhaps you were there?"
"I was," grunted [Conan]. "I was one of the horde that swarmed over the hills. I hadn't yet seen fifteen snows, but already my name was repeated about the council fires." - "Beyond the Black River", by Robert E. Howard

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#40 Buxom Sorceress

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Posted 24 November 2005 - 02:46 AM

~~~ SET THE CRIMSON SAILS ~~~
[ A new pirate adventure of Amra [Conan] and Belit.] [told in rhyme and story parts]

Sailing fast before an angry storm, on the crest of a snarling wave,
high above sunken ancient temples and Posiedon's unknown grave,
where the deep tentacles of Cthulhu rule in fathomless dream.
The hungry Lion and the Tigress prowl the sea to hunt and scheme.

Belit: the wildest she-devil unhanged, ivory breasts struggling to escape the rattle
and confinement of her breast-plates that Amra bade her wear in battle.
Amra: fierce and hard as a gray wolf, now a shark in the fishes realm,
a Lion in a sea of lambs, blue eyes blazing under a bull-horned helm.
~~~
...A medium-sized Shem trading Galley asking for help pulls nearer alongside a big black Stygian cargo galley. Both ships have their sails set in the fresh blowing wind of the western ocean. The few Shem crew look weary, wounded, and some are limping badly.
Unusually, the Shem traders are beckoned closer by the uncharacteristicly friendly Stygian seamen. But they are watched hawk-like by only a dozen unsmiling Stygian archer-Marines wearing Cobra-style helms that shine golden in the sunlight of Ra. that is also odd, because such big vessels are normally protected by at least two dozen archers.

The high curving prow of the big ship was carved into the usual Serpent likeness of the dominant Stygian God Set. the malignant idol stared down upon all humans with venom in its eyes. it was carved and painted so realistically that its own crewmen tried to avoid looking at it because it seemed almost alive.

Suddenly, several things all quickly happened at once! the Shem trader veered sharply across to collide sideways to scrape alongside the bigger ship! meanwhile the few men disguised as 'Shem' crew above deck jumped into action, uncovering hidden grappling equipment and other weapons.
Snarling ebon Pirates swarmed up on deck led by a huge shouting Cimmerian warrior, while the defiant 'Queen of the black coast' strutted in her shiny silvery breast-plates and swung her dancers hips under her short leather skirt.

Belit and her group of archers kept the Marines busy while Amra led the ferocious boarding action with his barbarian war-cry. as Belit feathered a Marine through his eye-socket, she felt the jolting impact of his own last arrow as it deflected off her new steel breast-plates! she briefly whispered thanks to Ishtar and her wise lover as she quickly took aim again...
~~~
They preyed a lot on the rich cargos of the powerful Stygian princes,
grappling irons crunched into the side, holding like giant-crab pincers.
the vicious pirates defied a bloody welcome as they swarmed aboard,
to the crew, twas like facing a ravenous snarling black demonic-horde.

Five shaven Stygian heads were swiftly severed or cloven
by the cutting web of steel that Amra had blurringly woven.
as his latest gutted victim covered his face with his arm,
the sharp wild senses of the Cimmerian RAISED THE ALARM!

As he dived to the side a HUGE MAW chomped on his blade,
his sword was shattered by teeth no earthly nature had made!
when he saw the big Reptilian-thing, he swore his eyes must be kidding,
then he glimpsed a rune-weaving Priest, and knew the Demon did his bidding.

When Belit's arrow glanced off the Demons hide, that hurt her pride,
but she could not see the Priest, and Amra wounded fell over the side.
the grotesque Demon had a crocodilian body with the long neck
and head of a huge Serpent, which swept down chewing men off the deck.

The 6-legged Horror easily bit men in half, in its voracious bloody reaping,
some men gladly leapt overboard while gibbering and weeping.
the invulnerable Monster ate all before it, including the Stygian crew!
the only quick pirates to jump back to Belit were a lucky panting few.
~~~
...Meanwhile, Amra emerges from the sea and climbs effortlessly and quietly up the big rudder-sweep at the stern. he had just pretended to be injured so he could by-pass the demon and get behind the Sorcerer-Priest.

As he stalks panther-like to within 9 feet of his chanting prey he is suddenly overcome with strong revulsion and steps back 2 paces in shock! he almost fainted from the very powerful magical defensive aura invisibly radiating from the powerful evil Priest.
His head is pounding and he has a great urge to flee in panic and dive into the sea. he feels like his bowels are being boiled inside, and he cannot stop himself from being violently sick onto the deck: his dizzy vision looks shamefully down upon the contents of his last meal at his feet; he recognises bits of the fish and octopus stew that he had wolfed down with lots of fine Shem wine.

After breathing deeply of the fresh sea air he quickly begins to recover his control. but most lesser men would be either unconcious or screaming and splashing in the waves by now.
So he throws his dagger at the back of the busy priest: but the blade sticks and halts in the edge of the magic aura! after his surprise he then notices that 2 arrows had also stuck in the side of the magical shielding-force.

As Amra continued to hear the loud screams from the demonic slaughter-fest he knew that if he did not stop the sorcerer quickly then they would all be eaten by the fangs from beyond.
he has to summon all his hard Cimmerian iron willpower and stamina to force himself nearer the wizard again. as he grabbed his dagger back, in his mind he moulded his great willpower into the shape of a big anvil: a familiar symbol of strength and power from his youth.

Then he charges into the vile aura like a herd of wild Cimmerian bulls: with his bull-horned helm; head down; and his dagger thrust out in front.
Amra pushes himself hard through the stench and terror of Hades with gritted teeth, red cheeks, and bulging muscles. it feels like he moving slowly through thick, sticky, invisible syrup or honey. but it smells like he is drowning deeper in the foul feces of 1000 laughing demons!
But his ice-blue steely gaze remains locked onto his dark victim, and he continues to force his way onwards like a titan smashing its way through a mountainside.

As he finally manages to plunge his dagger deep into the robed back, he cannot prevent himself convulsing and vomits green bile over his victim. then he quickly cuts the throat of the mage and stabs out his snake-like green eyes to silence his spells.
But the mutilated Priest does not stagger, and he tries to grab Amra with his withered claw-like hands! the big Cimmerian curses and snarls,
"You WILL bow before Crom! And then i throw thee back to Set in meaty pieces!"

He quickly finds a fallen boarding axe and proceeds to hack off the shaven head like an expert butcher. relieved to see the body fall limp at last, Amra kneels over the head and gulps fresh sea air again. the aura of revulsion was gone.
When he recovers and looks up he sees the headless robed body of the Sorcerer diving into the sea! he shakes his black mane in disbelief and curses loudly as the body appears to swim away underwater!

Then he checks the smiling severed head of the weird demonic-Priest and the tongue is moving about like a trapped blind worm! so Amra picks up the very heavy iron stern anchor with both hands and proceeds to smash the head into a gory flat pulp. then he smiles with furious satisfaction.
As the Priest's brain-power was destroyed, Amra heard a very loud piercing hellish scream which vibrated through his head and hurt his inner ears! ...

[ all story and poem parts by Buxom Sorceress c.2007.]

The story CONTINUES in part 2 below...

Edited by Buxom Sorceress, 26 April 2008 - 01:00 AM.






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