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Originally Posted by kestrelx
Fairly good Poem there Stumped did it come out of your gray matter?
Cheers,
Kestrel X
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Here's one I wrote for my granddaughter's amusement way back in 1999 - not long before she passed away at the tender age of 13-years. She loved my
'Faerie Poems', and I still picture her giggling at them every time I read or reproduce them. Enjoy:
The River Goblins
© 1999
In the ruins of a cottage by the river,
In a corner where the staircase rots away,
Wooden timbers, strangely twisted, bent and broken,
Cling to darkness where the sunshine dare not stray;
Hungry vermin scavenge daily through the ruins,
But at night-time, when the moon is on the wane,
Rats and spiders scamper early to their shelters,
Whence the River Goblins hear the sound of rain.
Musty ruins are the River Goblins sanctum,
Where he steals himself beneath the rotting wood,
None else moves but to catch upon his senses,
And nothing stirs him more than human blood;
The elusive River Goblin has no equal,
None so fierce as he will ever pass you by,
'Ware these ruins strewn with damp and musty timbers,
Or you'll likely catch the River Goblin's eye.
Moonlight shrouded by the rainfall is the summons,
To the wart-skinned Goblins of the turgid stream,
For these toad-like beings relish recreation,
That humans wouldn't want in their worst dream.
River Goblins venture to the land with rainfall,
Eyes alive with fire to guide them in the night,
Tread but lightly should this vision come upon you,
Or you'll likely feel the River Goblin's might.
Razor teeth and beetled eyebrows mark the demon,
That the River Goblin deems to represent,
Forked tail, and hairless pate complete the vision,
Which, believe me, is far from heaven sent;
Only sunlight - bright and pure, will quell his passion,
For the culinary items his kind crave,
Best you shun the river banks afore the moon shows,
Or you'll like as not be digging your own grave.
End