I hope that you do
Go Somewhere New
The following is a collection of poems in exploration of a fantasy world. While there is further context to each of these poems, I aim to be able to convey a sense of the world through brief, whimsical reads. Certain poems which share repeating patterns are intended to be read separately, or all together as one for two different experiences. I encourage you to explore these poems as an adventurer.
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Ferngulch
Can you hear it murmur? There's something in the air.
In every drifting maple leaf there's something special there.
A place to simply wander, if you are one to roam
Or if you'd rather stay inside, a hearth, a heart, and home.
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Vastel
Shiver if you fancy, but hurry as you do
Lest the things that linger here fancy meeting you.
Keep moving and stay quiet, continue on your way
The night is long but carry on and pray to see the day.
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Rakenthia
Have you quenched your thirst yet? Your unrelenting drive?
If not then you have got to go to where the mighty thrive.
A home for every hero, no matter what their size
If adventure is your life prepare to feel alive.
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The Shield Isles
The grass is seldom greener, the skies are seldom blue
Here the Isles beckon as they seek to welcome you.
The water whispers sweetly, then roars with mighty tides,
It cries to all the brave and goads the daring few to dive.
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The Barter Beast
A giant creature, plump and round
And fuzzy, furred and fleeced
With many arms, and little charms
And drool that's thick as grease
And in the woods, they sell their goods
From west to south southeast
So come commerce, and lose your purse
To wily barter beasts
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The Routeworm
Roaring through the tunnels black
The train approached without a track.
In slithering motions, gnashing teeth
From shadows reared a massive beast.
With walls like leather, red and cracked
The monster arched its mighty back,
And in a cloud of dust and stone
The Routeworm waits, to take you home.
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Tumblewood
Deep in Wind Alley, where dust storms do blow,
there lays a small town on a old desert road.
Where gunfire rings out, where wanderers roam,
where those who are brave, or stupid, call home.
The wind riders flock, the vultures enclose,
and those with a gun or with guts hold their own.
But few who come stay, and few who stay, go,
from this old dusty town, on this lone desert road.
The Iron Gates
A wall that's made of wood, a blade that's made of steel.
An echo too familiar, a power to reveal.
A gate that stands before you, a knocker hanging low.
A whisper of the future, a secret to be known.
A silver streak of starlight, the roar of a monsoon.
How does one divide the tides? You simply split the moon.
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Festival Street
Bursting forth with bustling feet
Is how we find old Festival Street.
A tiny road in a tiny town
Lush with lively living sounds.
Clothes hang high above to dry
While crystals shine across the sky,
The air is cool and crisp and new
And wind chimes ring to welcome you.
Bursting forth with bustling feet
That's how we find old Festival Street.
Spilling forth with laughing voices
Cheering, clapping, happy noises,
Children chase each other tired.
Waddling seniors long retired.
Few are days completely complete
Without a trip to Festival Street.
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Rolling Bleak Peak
When thunder breaks the blackened sky
And all that's left is do-or-die
You cannot run, you cannot hide
For violence guides the storm tonight
When lightning splits the clouds in twain
To strike and scorch the earth again
It marks the lines of its domain
so bring your coat, it looks like rain.
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Cloud Grotto
A pop of color
Then another
Flowers fight
To hide each other
And in this vibrant civil war
They spill across the forest floor
A drip of goo
Another too
From way up high
Come drops of dew
Mixed with something slick and gummy
Colored sunset
Smelling yummy
Like agave
Mixed with rubber
Drip and drop
And then another
Oaks and birches bowing wide
Welcome home the sunset slimes
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The Cherry Wood
Far away a figure stood in the dark of Cherry Wood
Never did I wander near, for evil things still linger here
The trees are red, the snow is white, the moon is seldom seen at night
I tell you there is nothing good in the dark of Cherry Wood
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The Hollows
Deep below the underbrush
In ruin and decay
There lays a tiny den of thieves
At least that's what some say
So come explore, but keep an eye
and always closely follow
Or lose yourself to winding tunnels
Deep within The Hollows.
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The Long Walk Home
It feels confused and confusing, amused and amusing,
and soon you find you're choosing, to step across its bounds.
It's tender like a lover, but brutal like no other,
and past it, you'll discover what's out there to be found.
Perhaps it's starry pastures, perhaps another chapter,
but here in the hereafter, deep underneath the ground.
It's gentle but it's strong, melodic like a song,
you're journey has been long, perhaps it's over now.
All you really know, it's time for you to go.
The Vacancy
The Vacancy is open.
It's empty and it's clean.
There is no sky, nor is there ground
And nothing in between.
There's nothing to be witnessed,
There's nothing to be seen,
There's nothing to the point it seems
That nothing is obscene
It eats the walls around it
It grows a bit each time
The Vacancy is nothing
And nothing is sublime.
The Ogre's Keep
This is where they'll find you,
You feel it to be true.
Deep within this crooked keep
They'll come to rescue you.
Victims every one,
They'd be foolish just to try.
Underneath the summers moon
This is where you die.
But still, you travel onward.
As if you have no choice.
Cause in the murmurs of the wind
You hear another voice.
A heart that seeks adventure,
A call for you to roam.
So set aside your hearth and home
And run to the unknown.
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Lonhelm
Built high up on the hillside,
Made strong of wood and stone.
There stands a stable kingdom
Atop a shaky throne.
And in the tempest's quaking
There lays a sunken home.
The water calls you deeper,
The city all alone.
Thrash my tender darling,
You'll soon be underneath.
Dragged into the depths of hell
Amidst the coral reef.
Struggle while you're breathing,
Scream while you have lungs,
Soon the waves will claim your soul,
Soon you'll be like us.
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