*This section is called "horrors of the past" because they're all terrible
poems. I wrote these three or four years ago, perhaps even before that. I
don't know why I'm putting these embarrassments online, but here they are.
Enjoy laughing at the forced rhymes and badly written stanzas. *
"Riala Goldentail's War Song"
I have a tail of golden
A heart full of vengeance
From when the Longclaws crossed my path
My soul is filled with wrath.
Longclaws, you will not live long
Vile black wolverine
My vengeful stick will wreak its song
Of death upon your scum filled head.
Nightdeath Longclaws, I am on your trail
Your days are limited
Soon I'll find you all alone
And my father's death will be avenged.
RIIILLLAAARRRRR!!!
**"wreak its song of death upon your scum-filled head"? What was I thinking when I wrote this??**
"Redwall"
Redwall, Redwall,
I left my heart in Redwall
In that abbey of red sandstone grand
With the creatures of Mossflower's lands
Redwall, Redwall,
My heart is still in Redwall!
At that table in Great Hall
In the walls that will never fall!
Redwall, Redwall!
I must return to Redwall!
To see the Abbot or Abbess
To greet the hares, hedgehogs, rabbits
To play with the Dibbuns, small and full of mischief
To defend from the walltop, well used and victorious
To go on quests full of adventure
With bravebeasts that have hearts of gold
And courage of iron.
Redwall, Redwall!
Oh, for that abbey, Redwall!
All peaceful beasts are welcome
To enter through the massive gates
Just friends, not foe
Bring happiness, not woe
And ev'ryone will gather to sow
Trees for the orchard, and we will go
To Cavern Hole to eat and talk
So come one, come all, to Redwall
The abbey where peace reigns over all!
**Well, it's good for the me of four years ago… but it's still bad. This is corny and sappy and waaaay too happy. (Wow, I rhymed without forcing it… maybe I'm improving! *gasp*) Urgh.**
"Legacy of Warriors"
Through my dreams
Float warriors, long dead
All were brave
All were mourned.
Some battled with swords
Others with pikes
But weapons do not make the warrior.
A warrior well known is in the front
A mouse with valor bold
Armed with a sword made from a star
Martin the Warrior, his eyes now warm, now cold.
Boar the Fighter, a warrior who's fate
Is sad- he died in battle with his enemy
Waving Martin and Salamandastron hares away
His sword slashing and killing, his spirit soared free.
Sunflash the Mace, of whom I've been told
A golden stripe upon the badger's head
His great mace he carries on his shoulder with ease
Above him his loyal kestrel flies, one who before Sunflash was dead.
Next I spy Mariel
A mousemaid warrioress
Her Gullwhacker rope by her side
A warrior and a friend, neither one she is less.
Beside Mariel is Dandin
Her friend and fellow warrior
His short sword hangs by his side
The pair's story is often told.
Nearby the two is Joseph
Mariel's father, a bellmaker
Peaceful but when need be
A strong and dangerous warrior.
Father back is Auma
Badger mother of Redwall
Along with Samkin and Arula
And her friend Pickle, a hare I can recall.
Next I do see Urthstripe
With his brother Urthwyte
The two Badger Lords follow
The long column of warriors.
Matthias the Warrior is next
With his sword at paw
Am that is, he defended against Cluny
And laughed in the enemy's face, "haha!"
The son of Matthias follows his dad
Mattimeo is the young one's name
Captured by Slagar the Cruel
Against enemy he was game.
Orlando the Axe
Barkstripe, Constance
A host of badger warriors follow
Too many to name, though all took up the fighter's stance.
Now I see many many Log-a-Logs
From different times and different battles
But all took the chieftain's name
Skipper, Skipper, another Skipper
Otter Chieftains all
Separate time and place
But warrior leaders every one.
So many more warriors
Arven, Hon Rosie, Swifteye, Reguba
I couldn't name all if I tried
And dawn is coming quickly
So remember the warriors, small and large
Each soldier, leader, and solitary beast
They are all great warriors
And their name should be toasted at every feast.
**Ack! Terrible! "Am that is, he defended against Cluny/And laughed in his face, 'haha!'" I can't believe I wrote that! "Against enemy he was game"? So not only do I force rhymes, but I also have poor grammar… yagh… A warning to the wise: Never, ever read stuff you've written a long time ago. You'll just be beating yourself over the head with it and wondering how you could have written such trash.**
"Warcries"
REDWAAAALLLL!
Abbey warcry
The last thing heard by many vermin
Fighting Redwall's creatures.
EULALIAAAAA!
Warcry of badgers and hares
From Salamandastron or elsewhere
The sound of death to foebeasts.
LOGALOGALOGALOG!
Guosim shout in war
Known to many evil ones
Intruding on Mossflower land.
MOSSFLOWERRR!
A warcry gone from warrior lips
Used before Redwall was built
But t'was the sound of death to Kotir
At the time of Tsarmina's rule.
HOLT LUTRAAAA!
Not as well known as the others
Used by an otter called Grath
Vermin heard it just before
They felt the green-fletched arrows' wrath.
Warcries vary, but be wary
When you hear the ones above
Careful, careful, vermin horde
These cries mean death to foebeasts- be warned!
**…I'm not going to even comment on this. You should know at a glance how bad it is. Not as bad as the poem before it, but…**
"Riala's Ballad"
Born the daughter of a warrior
On a cold winter's night
The squirrel's mother died giving birth
Died giving Goldentail life.
Rilar Battlecry, a fearsome warrior squirrel
He was the father and caretaker
Of Riala Goldentail
And he protected her well.
But then one night, when Riala
Was but three seasons old
A great enemy of all squirrels
Came to Goldentail's home.
Rilar drew his mighty sword
And charged the wolverine
The Longclaws drew his scimitar
And they battled, good vs. mean.
As Riala watched, screened in the trees
Nightdeath Longclaws growled
Three times, loud and short, carried by the breeze
For Battlecry was winning, the Longclaws had found.
A weasel from the wolverine's band
Strung an arrow to his bow
And with careful and unfortunate aim
The weasel let the arrow go.
Riala's face showed horror
Her soul filled with anguish and pain
As the brave Rilar Battlecry died
From the Longclaws deceptive game.
Goldentail fled through the trees
Blindly because of rage
As she grabbed a satchel and a knife
Her heart felt like it was in a cage.
Riala raced away
From that place of sorrow
Her home, burned behind her
She ran with a stick as a weapon, that she could swing or throw.
On and on, evermore
She stays to the Longclaws' trail
Riala will follow the wolverine
Because her father fell.
**Forced rhymes, forced rhymes, lots and lots of forced rhymes… "She ran with a stick as a weapon, that she could swing or throw." How corny is that? How pathetic is that?? Okay, I'll stop now. You can stop covering your eyes in aversion. The terrible horrors of the past are over now!**
"Riala Goldentail's War Song"
I have a tail of golden
A heart full of vengeance
From when the Longclaws crossed my path
My soul is filled with wrath.
Longclaws, you will not live long
Vile black wolverine
My vengeful stick will wreak its song
Of death upon your scum filled head.
Nightdeath Longclaws, I am on your trail
Your days are limited
Soon I'll find you all alone
And my father's death will be avenged.
RIIILLLAAARRRRR!!!
**"wreak its song of death upon your scum-filled head"? What was I thinking when I wrote this??**
"Redwall"
Redwall, Redwall,
I left my heart in Redwall
In that abbey of red sandstone grand
With the creatures of Mossflower's lands
Redwall, Redwall,
My heart is still in Redwall!
At that table in Great Hall
In the walls that will never fall!
Redwall, Redwall!
I must return to Redwall!
To see the Abbot or Abbess
To greet the hares, hedgehogs, rabbits
To play with the Dibbuns, small and full of mischief
To defend from the walltop, well used and victorious
To go on quests full of adventure
With bravebeasts that have hearts of gold
And courage of iron.
Redwall, Redwall!
Oh, for that abbey, Redwall!
All peaceful beasts are welcome
To enter through the massive gates
Just friends, not foe
Bring happiness, not woe
And ev'ryone will gather to sow
Trees for the orchard, and we will go
To Cavern Hole to eat and talk
So come one, come all, to Redwall
The abbey where peace reigns over all!
**Well, it's good for the me of four years ago… but it's still bad. This is corny and sappy and waaaay too happy. (Wow, I rhymed without forcing it… maybe I'm improving! *gasp*) Urgh.**
"Legacy of Warriors"
Through my dreams
Float warriors, long dead
All were brave
All were mourned.
Some battled with swords
Others with pikes
But weapons do not make the warrior.
A warrior well known is in the front
A mouse with valor bold
Armed with a sword made from a star
Martin the Warrior, his eyes now warm, now cold.
Boar the Fighter, a warrior who's fate
Is sad- he died in battle with his enemy
Waving Martin and Salamandastron hares away
His sword slashing and killing, his spirit soared free.
Sunflash the Mace, of whom I've been told
A golden stripe upon the badger's head
His great mace he carries on his shoulder with ease
Above him his loyal kestrel flies, one who before Sunflash was dead.
Next I spy Mariel
A mousemaid warrioress
Her Gullwhacker rope by her side
A warrior and a friend, neither one she is less.
Beside Mariel is Dandin
Her friend and fellow warrior
His short sword hangs by his side
The pair's story is often told.
Nearby the two is Joseph
Mariel's father, a bellmaker
Peaceful but when need be
A strong and dangerous warrior.
Father back is Auma
Badger mother of Redwall
Along with Samkin and Arula
And her friend Pickle, a hare I can recall.
Next I do see Urthstripe
With his brother Urthwyte
The two Badger Lords follow
The long column of warriors.
Matthias the Warrior is next
With his sword at paw
Am that is, he defended against Cluny
And laughed in the enemy's face, "haha!"
The son of Matthias follows his dad
Mattimeo is the young one's name
Captured by Slagar the Cruel
Against enemy he was game.
Orlando the Axe
Barkstripe, Constance
A host of badger warriors follow
Too many to name, though all took up the fighter's stance.
Now I see many many Log-a-Logs
From different times and different battles
But all took the chieftain's name
Skipper, Skipper, another Skipper
Otter Chieftains all
Separate time and place
But warrior leaders every one.
So many more warriors
Arven, Hon Rosie, Swifteye, Reguba
I couldn't name all if I tried
And dawn is coming quickly
So remember the warriors, small and large
Each soldier, leader, and solitary beast
They are all great warriors
And their name should be toasted at every feast.
**Ack! Terrible! "Am that is, he defended against Cluny/And laughed in his face, 'haha!'" I can't believe I wrote that! "Against enemy he was game"? So not only do I force rhymes, but I also have poor grammar… yagh… A warning to the wise: Never, ever read stuff you've written a long time ago. You'll just be beating yourself over the head with it and wondering how you could have written such trash.**
"Warcries"
REDWAAAALLLL!
Abbey warcry
The last thing heard by many vermin
Fighting Redwall's creatures.
EULALIAAAAA!
Warcry of badgers and hares
From Salamandastron or elsewhere
The sound of death to foebeasts.
LOGALOGALOGALOG!
Guosim shout in war
Known to many evil ones
Intruding on Mossflower land.
MOSSFLOWERRR!
A warcry gone from warrior lips
Used before Redwall was built
But t'was the sound of death to Kotir
At the time of Tsarmina's rule.
HOLT LUTRAAAA!
Not as well known as the others
Used by an otter called Grath
Vermin heard it just before
They felt the green-fletched arrows' wrath.
Warcries vary, but be wary
When you hear the ones above
Careful, careful, vermin horde
These cries mean death to foebeasts- be warned!
**…I'm not going to even comment on this. You should know at a glance how bad it is. Not as bad as the poem before it, but…**
"Riala's Ballad"
Born the daughter of a warrior
On a cold winter's night
The squirrel's mother died giving birth
Died giving Goldentail life.
Rilar Battlecry, a fearsome warrior squirrel
He was the father and caretaker
Of Riala Goldentail
And he protected her well.
But then one night, when Riala
Was but three seasons old
A great enemy of all squirrels
Came to Goldentail's home.
Rilar drew his mighty sword
And charged the wolverine
The Longclaws drew his scimitar
And they battled, good vs. mean.
As Riala watched, screened in the trees
Nightdeath Longclaws growled
Three times, loud and short, carried by the breeze
For Battlecry was winning, the Longclaws had found.
A weasel from the wolverine's band
Strung an arrow to his bow
And with careful and unfortunate aim
The weasel let the arrow go.
Riala's face showed horror
Her soul filled with anguish and pain
As the brave Rilar Battlecry died
From the Longclaws deceptive game.
Goldentail fled through the trees
Blindly because of rage
As she grabbed a satchel and a knife
Her heart felt like it was in a cage.
Riala raced away
From that place of sorrow
Her home, burned behind her
She ran with a stick as a weapon, that she could swing or throw.
On and on, evermore
She stays to the Longclaws' trail
Riala will follow the wolverine
Because her father fell.
**Forced rhymes, forced rhymes, lots and lots of forced rhymes… "She ran with a stick as a weapon, that she could swing or throw." How corny is that? How pathetic is that?? Okay, I'll stop now. You can stop covering your eyes in aversion. The terrible horrors of the past are over now!**