Golden God

To those who were directed here from Derek Landy's blogpost "Finally...!"

The correct link to the fanfiction Derek refered to is HERE.
http://octaboonafanfiction.blogspot.com/2010/12/blood-and-bone.html

For every one else keep reading.

This sonnet was written for Derek Landy a god amongst men. Shakespeare had nothing on you. You are the centre of the universe and I am honoured to have written this.

Golden God

My Golden God shines brighter than the sun

Nature pales when it’s compared to him

The wonder of the snow is dull and dun

When Landy sighs the world is bleak and grim.

I have seen galaxies stand still and stare

When Golden God approaches from on high

He has such talent, humour, wit and flair

That lesser mortal writers can but cry.

I love to hear him speak for well I know

That genius resounds in every word

He is the light; from him all dreams do grow

To never her his name is just unheard.

When Landy laughs his smile can light up skies

And when he weeps then all creation cries.

The Lone Wolf

As I'm sure you're aware Vampires are not cute and cuddly and don't make very good friends. Please beware Nicolette.

The Lone Wolf

The Lone Wolf runs alone

She runs to meet her friends

The not quite human ones

Who drink the blood yet leave the flesh

She runs through the ice

And the cold and the dark and the rage

Through the never ending loneliness

And the darkness in her soul

Her friends are everywhere

She meets with them often

As she lopes along

Ignoring the warnings from the wise ones

Who know of the danger she faces

She remembers little about them

 Only faint whispers in her minds

And dainty tooth marks and matted fur

By day they appear like the men folk

But she knows when the sun sets

Her friends become monsters

Suave to savage

Yet still she meets them

Longing for companionship

From those with no hearts

Her friends are intoxicating

The faint metallic taste of warm warm blood

That throbs through her veins and pounding heart

They murmur her name

Which softly echoes through the air

“Nicolette”

The name that reverberates across the ocean

That resounds through the mountain peaks

And resonates across the globe

Drawing her in

Gently, softly

Until the monster within strikes

By then it is too late.

The Unfortunate Mishap of Dragona Pine Who Fell Into A Cavernous Pit On Account Of His Wicked Behaviour

This poem is for Dragona. I promised not to kill you off in this one. Well I keep to my word.

The Unfortunate Mishap of Dragona Pine Who Fell Into A Cavernous Pit On Account Of His Wicked Behaviour

The tale that I’m about to tell

Of poor Dragona Pine

Who boasted about his greatness

But actually failed to shine.

A tall young lad of six foot four

Or so he used to claim

Who terrorised other children

But never caught the blame

Although quite thin he was quite strong

With a rather violent mind

He threw the children with one arm

A habit that he refined

He threw the poor boys through the air

Till they met with the floor with their face

And Dragona just felt quite amused

The boy is a total disgrace

But soon he would learn just how wicked it was

To be violent, he’d later admit

For we come to the crux of the story

The part with the cavernous pit

One day young Dragona was walking

When a poor little child passed by

And Dragona just thought what fun it would be

To see the poor little child fly

So he hoisted him up singlehandedly

And sent him right up into space

When a teacher just happened to notice

As the child burnt up on re-entry

With a tortured grimace on his face

The teacher was furious and angry

And exploded because of the fright

The explosion created a chasm

And Dragona fell into the chasm

As anyone near the pit might

He landed there THUD at the bottom

The pit was cavernous and cold

And the frost on the walls seemed to sparkle in glee

If only you’d do what you’re told.

For Dragona escaped from the cavernous pit

By building himself a large rope

That he made from his hair and his heartstrings

And he left the pit unable to cope.

And he spent all the rest of his days

Feeling subdued and sickly and sad

And he wished that he’d been a bit better

And learnt throwing children is bad

So I come to the moral of the story

If you have to throws kids though the air

And a teacher just happens to notice

And they start to swell up, just beware!

Kallista's Feast

Welcome to my blog which apparently does exist. For those of you who follow Derek Landy Blogs Under Duress (an amazing blog) I am posting my poems about you.

The first one is called Kallista's Feast. Kallista, you were the one who started this all and I'm honoured you like it so much.

Kallista’s Feast

A goddess amongst human kind

With skin as pale as snow

Whose eyes of ice stared harshly down

At all that lay below

Her aura was of lavender

Its shine lit up the night

Kallista hair of silken gold

Outraced the birds in flight

Yet Kallista, The Silver Queen

She ate the fruit of Goblin Men

And sickened lay there gasping

In a frosty forest glen

She dined on sticky golden blood

On scarlet roses crushed in mud

She drank the tears of a million slaves

And powdered bones from hallowed graves

Yet none of these would cure the pain

The Goblin Men had wrought

And slowly Kallista did pale

And sat there lost in thought

Until at last she built a pyre

Set herself alight

And as the smoke and flame rose higher

Her silent screams did feed the fire

Suddenly the flames did die

The dust and ash obscured the sky

Kallista joined the Doves of War

And wandered night’s plutonian shore

Welcome

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