Err...yeah. Yeah.
If the verse sounds bad, it's supposed to sound rather chaotic.
Review replies;
Movie-Brat: Speaking of history lessons, guess what I plan to write about on the twenty-fifth? XD Thanks for reading!
Cartooniac55: I've had writers block for the past week or so, which might explain the weird plots. Just do what I do - just write and see what happens! XD Thanks for reviewing.
Zim'sMostLoyalServant: Glad I got him down, he was hard! Thanks for the review.
unknown20troper: There were, my friend, they were. Sadest thing is, they aren't all that ancient, either. XD Thanks very much!
TweenisodeOrange: True - Russia is the Chuck Norris of nations. Thanks!
23/10/10 – The Amulet
She didn't know of its power.
There wasn't any way that she could have.
A simple engraving on a golden circle,
With eyes of burning fire,
Laying at rest on altar of stone,
Atop of a burning pyre.
A feeling of interest, a feeling naïve,
A feeling of true curiosity,
Leads the squirrel onto her fate,
When she, the amulet sees.
She picks it up from its aimless perch,
And looks it over, wonders,
Wonders if it has a name,
As outside, lightning thunders,
Curiosity killed the cat, you know.
Or in this case, the rodent.
Opinions dance within her mind,
Should she step back or go on,
Is this an extreme danger,
Or an opportunity, has it come?
A split second, she makes her choice,
Her fate is sealed by chance,
She fastens the amulet to her neck,
And the gods begin to dance.
Go back, Sandy.
You're in over your head.
The fire burns, the music thunders,
Shadows frolic on the walls,
Invisible hands to reshape the living,
From the divine and its thralls.
She cannot run, she cannot hide,
Her feet stuck to the ground,
She tries to yell, bus alas, alack,
She cannot make a sound.
Frozen in place, she only watches,
Beings of a startling range,
Point at her and laugh aloud,
As she begins to change.
Too late.
Can't say we didn't try.
Brown fur to grey steel,
Eyes turned to fibre glare,
Innards turned to circuitry,
Mind converted to software.
Aliens, Gods, what's the difference?
Clothing is turned to paintwork,
As she begins to change form,
Scaled up, thirty-foot,
The sensation is quite…warm.
Soon it ends, and there she stands,
The amulet, it still is there,
Then with a pop! it turns to a button,
And then…
Silence.
Consideration.
Slowly, she pushes the button.
Again, she changes, steel to fur,
Paint to clothes, wires to bone,
Chip to brain, big to small,
Then in here she stands alone.
The amulet is back.
Now it has a button on it.
She cannot take it off.
Peculiar.
Where to from here?
Two years down the road,
She stands in a church, a veil down,
She's given out her words to say,
And with the sponge, she says her vows.
It's all normal, all well and good,
But they know something rather crazy,
That this town's protected from all evil,
By its own hero…Mecha-Sandy.
Yep, I'm insane.
Dare you to write a followup to this.