Poem Book #1
Poem About Martin
Warfeather
Came one day when the moon was bright,
Saw a mouse in the forests twilight,
And that mouse bore a sword that gleamed,
Saved us all from a cat who paid no heed,
To the wails of the woodland race,
He came and saved us from the cat's wicked face.
If that mouse had gone away,
We would not live to see another day,
He pushed her to her last breath,
And she died a painful death.
Wounded and with graying hair,
Our little mouse survived what would kill a bear.
With his sword not made of tin,
His name was The Mighty Martin!
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A Poem
Sevay
A poem lays on a bed,
Never seen never read,
Only the dead holds the key,
But they will never tell you or me,
They will never tell the words or rhymes,
Or what is written on each line,
It is the poem with no end,
It was lost to the wind,
It will never be fini...
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The Snake's Hunt
Sevay
I slither closer in the grass,
As it opened it's stash,
There I am creep creep creeped,
It never moved, it never leaped,
Strike! My fangs enter it's flesh,
A clean kill just a little mess,
My venom enters slowly,
I am the unholy,
I slither, I hiss,
Hope next time I miss.
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The Power of Martin
Tamarack
Martin, Martin, Son of Luke,
Such a warrior was never found.
He came from afar, we know not where,
To save Mossflower from the evil hand.
Of Tsarmina, the evil Queen, Daughter of Verdauga.
She tried to rule, at this she failed.
No one can stand,
Against the power of Martin.
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Song of the Silent
Dylan Sablefur
As I sit by myself, never speaking,
You may wonder what I am thinking
Leaning against a pine, all alone
Only my name and a few scraps of cloth to call my own
You note the broadsword hanging casually by my side
Wondering what dark secrets I have to hide
How does one know a beast which never says a word?
Who never can speak of what he has seen or heard?
I speak now, through voice of quill
Read my inked scratchings if you will
I come to this place, taking the chance
That I would be run through with sword or lance
Or treated as a useless nothing
Whose lofty dreams have no hope of taking wing
At least here, I am accepted, though perhaps with a pitying eye
But I tell you this, I am capable of making my dreams fly
Feel not sorrow for me, I will wield this sword
For equality of beasts everywhere and to protect from evil hordes.
And if I must die, I will do it with pride
Let no disabilities my goals subside.
Let this be a lesson, one should never whine
There is always a reason to swallow that brine
And hold up your head, taking trials with honor
So of true victory, you shall be owner.
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A halloween poem
Sevay
Horrors, screams, yells,
And scary tales,
Laugh and run,
Laugh and run,
Oh Halloween fun!
Witches and ghost,
Evil Halloween dares,
Evil Halloween host,
Never was there such a nightmare!!
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A Time in an Abbey
Sevay
A story to tell on a cold winter day,
while dreaming of May,
and laying and watching the story teller,
A fat little hedgehog that's quite a yeller.
I look out the window and see Mossflower wovered in snow,
And the fire blazes then returns to a soft glow,
My red fur rises then falls,
As I hear a small mouse in the hall,
Redwall sits and waits for dear spring,
As we play and sing,
The abbey is a good place to be this season,
For more than one reason.
Our abbot will greet you,
Our cooks give you stew,
Because this is Redwall,
And we're kind to one and all.
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Song of the Trees
Jaeger Quickclaw
Wind whispering its song through the leaves
Breeze is a wisp of breath
Hear the branches cry out their love of life
Push deeper into the fertile soil
Wind again whispering its song through the leaves
Life is but a breath away
Branches reach to meet the Creator
Draw blessings from the soil
Wind stops whispering its song thrugh the leaves
Life is done for now but will bloom again
Branches lose their green blossoms
Until spring comes again
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Riala Goldentail's War Song
Riala Goldentail
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!!!
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The Broadstream
Riala Goldentail
The Broadstream flows through the emerald trees
Turning and twisting flying with the cool breeze
And splish! plop! the fish do jump
As the Broadstream flows over a bump
Whilst goodbeasts frolic in the cattails and play
The Broadstream flows on night and day
Till it finally empties into the seas
And the Guosim shrews shout "Good-bye!" in the breeze.
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Salamandastron
Riala Goldentail
Mountain of fire
Where the Badger Lords journey
It stands by the sea
A silent sentinel
The hares and the Badger
Give their lives to defend
The shores of Mossflower
From searats.
And the wavevermin quake
When they hear the warcry
Of the badger and hares-
"Eulaliaaaa!"
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Mole Poem
Riala Goldentail
Oi'm a moler, oi am
An' oi'll dig all day if'n oi can
But if thurr be lunch
Or supper or brunch
Aye, oi'll be thurr
Jest put a spooner in moi paw
An' I'll put poi in moi jaw
Coz molers dig trenches an' tunnelers an' 'oles
But more food is what molers loik bester of all!"
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Ode to Squirrels
Riala Goldentail
Oh, if you like you can be a hare
Talk like one, weave and bob here and there
And if you wish, you can be a mole
Dig trenches and a nice big hole
Or if you'd rather, be an' otter
Diving and splashing, loving soup that couldn't be hotter!
Be a hedgehog if you must
All covered o'er with prickles and stuff
You can even be a friendly mouse
But for me, oh no!
A squirrel's the way to go!
Squirrels can leap and jump through trees
We scamper up trunks with the greatest of ease
We make good warriors, or healers, or others
But squirrels are the way to go!
Some disagree
But that's only opinion
Like what you want
And be what you are
But tho some call us treejumpers
Bushytails, treebushers
"Squirrel" is our name, that we know!
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Redwall Abbey
Kathryn Woodfurrow
Among the ferns and grasses green,
Lay an abbey so fair to be seen.
With walls of rose colored stone,
Come my friend, this is my home.
Feast with abbey friends galore,
Don't be afraid to ask for more.
The otters who sail the oceans blue,
The shrews who fight the long day through.
Naughty dibbuns who are sent to bed,
Without their supper, not even their bread.
Abbey mice among the Great Hall,
Squirrels who fly from wall to wall.
Hedgehogs with their elderberry wine,
With strawberry cordial their sure to dine.
Badger mother with iron hands,
Strong and large over abbey she stands.
Father Abbot with wisdomous years,
Who cries those many joyous tears.
Hare who come from mountain of fire,
Lord of Salamandastron they call sire.
Good friar who creates a feast,
With many helpers from west to east.
The moles who dig below the earth,
Caring greatly what it's worth.
The Sparra in abbey rooftops dwell,
What they do say some few can tell.
Come my friend filled with glee,
Visit the home called Redwall Abbey.
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The Rose
Rosepearl Riverrunner
The Rose, the flower of Noonvale
Wandered off one day
Through forest,over hil, over vale
To find her brother, Brome.
Had she not gone off that day,
She might have lived a long time.
But destiny had it's way,
And she met and loved a warrior.
She died because she loved the warrior.
That sweet flower of Noonvale,
The beautiful singer from Noonvale
Died because of evil,
Was killed by the tyrant,
This broke the Warrior's heart,
This broke the Warrior's heart.
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Forge a Sword
Onestrype Durando
Pour the charcoal on the fire
Pump the bellows hard
Make a blade to cut through wire
Goodbeasts it shall gaurd
Take the metal, make it glow
With a hammer pound
Hit and fold, the floor below
With sparks burn to the ground
Forge a sword, make it strong
Naught shall turn this weapon
Razor sharp, straight and long
For goodbeasts give safe haven
Strike a blow, say a name
For him this sword was made
A warrior mouse, one of fame
Whose memory shall never fade
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The cell
Sevay the Ancient Gold Hearted Joker
I wish I could see the light,
but my eyes have clouded over,
I knew no food would come to day,
but it is ok sence my time is almost gone,
that cat hated me the moment I walk in,
but her father and brother thought I was funny,
Just my like i needed that day,
But now she locked me up and placed me in this cell,
it is cold but that's ok sence my limbs are numb,
I wish I'd never come to mossflower,
But Martin will be here soon,
I close my eyes and soon sleep,
I open them later in a new form,
I look at my wings so new and cute,
But I'm scared of heights so I sit and wait,
for I know I'm in mossflower and Martin will come soon,
he said that to us his dear friend so long ago.
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Unwritten poem
Sevay the Ancient Gold Hearted Joker
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I sit a I watch,
the unwritten poem,
I wants me to write it,
but the pen yells "no!",
So I sit and I watch,
the unwritten poem,
I wish I could write it,
but the light went off,
So I sit and I look for,
the unwritten poem,
please come,
bring a candle and pen,
so you can write the unwritten poem.
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An Untitled Poem
Dylan Sablefur
A spectral cry split the night
Alerting the watchman to some unknown plight
Alarm sounding through dim-lit dale
Awakening thus the warriors hale
Away they rode under darkened sky
In the direction of the cry
All eager for battle to be done
All perhaps, except for one
One young man, riding near the rear
Unable to hide his trembling fear
Digging his fingers into his mount's mane
Chest near bursting with terror's pain
And the rider by him asked, "What's wrong, son?
Do you not know there's a battle to be won
Why do you shake, there's naught to fear
For we are fighters with no known peer."
The youth sighed, trying to still his hands
Saying, "You my friend may be a great man
But I am afraid and why must you ask
Why I am hesitant to drink death's bitter flask
For I am young and none too wise
On how to combat and will meet my demise
If we must fight, of this I am sure
And of this fear, bravado cannot cure"
The rider sniffed, for he was brave
And many enemies he had slain
Thinking the boy a cowardous fool
He rode on ahead, hoping to be first to duel
The youth could barely contain his sobs
And his heart within him throbbed.
He wished he had the strength of will
To hold his head up, to take the barbed quill
Like it were a gift of honorable death
But how could he love something that stilled his breath?
The army gathered into a large clearing
Where a maiden to death was nearing
Being trapped under a dragon's vast claw
A hideous creature with a grinning maw
Saying, "Come with your swords, I'll kill her anyway
But trade me a tender young man, and my hunger I'll stay."
The men roared, "Let the brute be slain!"
But fearing for the maiden's death, they would not dare fain
Yet creeping into view, the frightened youth
Unable to control his shaking, still he said, "Dragon, Forsooth.
That I should give myself to thee, would thou let her go?"
"My word I shall keep," it said, its voice low
Throwing down his sword, the boy knelt on a mound
Waiting for the death blow to strike him down
But the dragon vanished, just a mere illusion
Created by the "maiden" for deceptive confusion
She, now standing, took the boy by the hand
Saying to the host, "Now THIS is a man.
Who cares not for glory and fears the night
But for the good of a stranger, will give his life
Now you brave soldiers were glad to make war
Yet to sacrifice your self was a deed to you sore
Who is the better, who deserves fame
The bellowing general, or the scared youth with no name?"
And so it is in life, the least of men may be
The one to save the day when placed under adversity
A man may best be judged when in such a situation
Which something must be done requiring a potential, dangerous confrontation
That frightens him to the point of terror
Great is he who overcomes such peril!
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