Poem Book #1

Us Seaotters By Falcir	The Long Patrol By Falcir	The Painted Ones By Falcir	The Ballad of Fumple Da Squirrel By Falcir
A Sea Otter Ditty By Falcir	Untitled Poem By Stiff Claw the Vengeful	Livin Life the Otter Way By Gabria CaveEcho	Flower-Clad Hills By Sacrolem Racewind
Hotroot Soup By Falcir the Silent	A Hare's Stomach By Falcir the Silent	A Nonsense Song By Ivory	Eyes By Yarrula
Voyage of the Fire Eye By Yarrula	Shattered By Fallensky Blackeye	What Is Spring? By Riana of the Golden Eyes	Beyond By Riana of the Golden Eyes
A View of Life By Riana of the Golden Eyes	Dawn and Dusk By Riana of the Golden Eyes	Reverie By Riana of the Golden Eyes	Death By Riana of the Golden Eyes
Wallopin' Jack By Till Blackfoot	-	-	-

Oh,
Us seaotters like to swim an' play,
An' we're ready to fight any day
'Cause we're seaotters,
Yes we're seaotters,
Playful an' fierce in ev'ry way.
Shrews c'n 'ave their stream,
Voles their river an' squrriels their tree,
But as fer me matey,
Give me the sea!
'Ave you tried watersrimp'n''otroot soup,
Our fav'rite dish?
Be shore t' 'ave some water 'andy,
If you wish.
Harharr,
Landlubber,
t'boat round w'out a bit 'o worry or strife,
Fer me,
Aye,
Fer me,
That's the life.
If you need any 'elp just give us a call,
And any vermin aginst us will definatly fall!

The Long Patrol is full of gallant hares,
Them all foebeasts bewares
They fight with bravery,
Courage,
Steath,
And their knowledge is worth great wealth.
They defend Salamandastron from rovin' hordes of vermin,
Help the weak an' are true friends within.
They're good scoffers all round,
Where food does abound.
More perilous hares you'll never find,
Than these old veterans,
Scar lined
They've done their duty an' played their roll:
For the always victorious Long Patrol!

Were you ever travelin' in a forest on a journey or such?
I can tell you so much:
Have you ever seen beasts rise in the air?
With nooses round their necks,
if you don't save them right away,
They'll be eatin by those wrecks.
'Cause those things will try to kill An' to defeat them you hafta capture their leader.
If you succeed you'll see what they be,
Little treerat cowards that are nasty indeed.

Ohhh, dere is a likkle dibbun rogue,
His name bese Fumple da squrriel,
He alwys wikes to smile an' quickwy whirl,
Oh, hahahahee, diddley, whump
He flunged a pie at Temly the grump, Oh, hahahahee, diddley, whump

Den 'e laffed an' smiled all the while,
He cowected rocks for his big rock pile,
He knock 'em down an' dey went rollin' for a mile,
Oh, hahahahee, diddley, whump

Den one season he's be a caught by da badger mum,
An' she sentenced 'im to a baff,
Good fing yew din't here what it sonded like dere,
Don't eva dare laff,
'Cause dere be evawhere o' fwoatin' fur aglare
Oh, hahahahee, diddley, whump

So ends da tale o' dat poor squrriel,
Who dwownded havin' a baff,
We gotta be caffull o' da badger,
Dat ole lump,
Oh, hahahahee, deedley, whump

Oh, me was travelin' along in me trusty boat,when a spied a watervole in a raft'. Twas gurglin' like a drowned stoat, so I ask him, Wot's the matter? An' he replied "It's gonna git me pater!" He pointed oe'r back down south, an' there I saw a fat ol' Adder, an' laughed. I picked up me javelin, aimed it at 'is heart, I threw it an' it sunk down in to the deep, where it forever will sleep. An' me tol' that vole, ya c'n go back to yore hole!

When day turns to dusk and dusk turns to noon and dew lays on the grass so delicately hewn from the seeds of the earth and the winds of the sky none of these escape the sentinels eye.
You'll see the day when your army is nay and you lay dead in a ferocious waylay. Run if wish into the night but nothing can escape a sentinels might.
So leave in peace before you see us fight like mad beast we are the Sentinels of Mossflower defenders of the weak!

Too many beasts have fancy lives,
Locked up some some kind 'o princess,
But the only life that will do ye good
Is here among the traveling beasts 'o Mossflower Wood!

Some beasts like the wines,
All finely aged and what,
But the only drink that warms yer tum,
Is the fine apple ale and the friendly rum!

Many dont lable themselves as cowards,
They prefer.......peaceful beasts,
But the only way to live yer days well,
Is to fight tooth to tooth and let out a yell!

So many beasts are strict,
They live by the rules,
But the only way to 'ave some fun
Is ta wrestle, splash, laugh and run!

Ta the kind beasts who are listenin now,
And tsk tsking and shakin their 'eads,
I want ta let them now today,
That the only way ta live life is the otter way!

The flower-clad hills are a merry place,
Where you can rest in the sun all day long.
The river babbles, the sun shines,
The trees shade and birds sing a merry song.

A brook by my house has a merry pace,
For the wind blows it with powerful zest.
Then I open my door to go out in the sun,
And on a flower-clad hill I rest.

And up in the tree I hear a chatter,
And coming down a tall oak tree,
Comes a cautious red-brown squirrel
Happy to sit beside me.

Then out of the tall grass
Comes a buck and a doe.
And lumbering toward the river
Goes a turtle so slow!

My little black cat prowls out of the house
As I breathe in the fresh country air.
She pads to a sunny spot on the porch,
Stretches, yawns, and lies down there.

As the sun sinks down behind the hills,
I reluctantly go into my house.
I hear a rustle in the corner a start
But it only a little golden field mouse.

As I crawl into bed that night,
I hear the crickets chirp.
Then my thoughts travel to the brook,
And frogs croaking like this: Blurp!

Friendly squirrels, croaking frogs, buck and doe,
Purring cat, tiny field mouse, fish with gills,
Hoppers along with chirping crickets, birds, turtles,
Laughing foxes too, these are the animals of the flower-clad hills.

Shining roses like garnets, amethyst lilacs, perfect poppies,
White lilies, buttercups, carnations, goldenrod with petal-like frills,
Bright rhododendrons, magnolias, sweet forget-me-nots,
Sego lilies galore, these are what make up the flower-clad hills.

There's nothing hotter than an otter,
When he drinks hotroot soup.
His mouth will get hotter and hotter,
Until he lets out a mighty whoop.
With the soup itself there's nothing wrong,
Though most beasts can't stand it too long;
Before their eyes are streaming so much they can't look,
While they blame the unfortunate cook.
So, matey,
Be brave and risk it someday:
But if it gets too hot,
That'll just be your lot;
Cause we can't help you,
No way!

A hare marches on his stomach,
Every single day.
It's because they like food s much,
Hares are strange that way.
Hare's stomachs are things,
That you can never fill.
Many beasts tried and failed,
Alas! They lacked the skill.
They'll devour all your feasts, For they are very hungry beasts.
The only way to stop them,
Is to lock them up for a year;
But don't lock one in the larder,
Or you'll have no food, I fear!

I'm on top of Old Smokey,
All covered with cheese.
I'm lactose intolerant,
And that's why I sneeze.

On top of Old Smokey,
I lost my meatball.
But it'll grow into a meatball-tree,
And bloom in the fall.

On top of Old Smokey,
I shelter in the trees.
Because falling like hail,
Are football-sized peas.

On top of Old Smokey,
I sit and I eat,
I'll never leave either:
There's honey on my seat.

On top of Old Smokey,
I sit and I sigh!
I had to leave all the food and cried,
I cried until I died.

On top of Old Smokey,
My ghost sits and bawls,
I can't eat now,
So I'm going to Niagara Falls.

On top of Niagara Falls,
I drown myself in the water,
It doesn't hurt me a bit,
Only I wish the water was hotter.

Her glowing eyes illume my soul,
Their soft cool green a mark of peace.
They stare into me oh so deeply,
The world around me seems to cease.

They delve in deep inside my mind,
And see the small minute detail,
Of who I am, of what I think,
Of what thoughts I do curtail.

Gleam like finely emeralds cut,
Sparkling, they cast aside,
All the hurt and loss and pain,
All the worries that I hide.

Liquid eyes caress and touch,
And tease and play with impish mirth,
I can only stare with wonder,
And marvel at their priceless worth.

Her eyes are not there all alone
Her smiles glistens in the night,
Two shining rows of ivory sit,
Her perfect teeth a perfect white.

The rest that�s there cannot be seen,
For the moon�s come up behind,
And shadows cast across profile ,
Hide the rest from eye and mind.

Darkness move across the stars
Features matched to ebon sky,
Green eyes flash and light the dark,
Enough to make the hardest sigh.

She joins your seat under the moon,
Her body rimed with quiet glow,
Her shaded form, alluring draw,
Much more powerful than she knows.

But I can feel my arms around her,
Her head now resting on my chest,
Sitting here, in moonlit shadow,
In the place that I love best.

A roving trader merchant ship
On the long, everlasting trip,
To sail to every foreign land,
To plant a paw on chartless sand.

With a crew brave and stout of heart,
Fire Eye did cast off and depart,
Sail with the tide and roam the main,
Who cares if home we�ll see again?

Flowing with practiced care and ease,
Her sails did fill and catch the breeze,
Propelled the barque across the bay,
Cleared the break, off on her way.

Throughout the seven seas did sail,
Ne�er once a leak or cause for bail,
Until a storm blew up behind,
With heavy rains and wind unkind.

She tried to run and dance away,
But no more would she sail today.
For clouds of blackest pitch swept in,
And nought could hear o�er thunder�s din.

On the yard I�s lashing the sail,
The strong cruel wind kept up her wail,
Under the strain, she could not bend,
The yard, she broke, out on the end.

Down to the frothing sea I fell,
How long it took, I cannot tell.
I gripped the yard for instinct�s sake,
And with, a liferaft, I did make.

Unheeding of my shrieking cry,
Fire Eye sailed on, and passed me by.
Alone, among the towering swell,
I swore I heard my death bell�s knell.

Fire Eye too, sailed to her doom,
Ahead, unknown, a reef did loom.
My friends and family lost their lives,
I, alone, of the crew survived.

Exhausted, spent, on beach I lay,
I lived to see another day,
Fate ,ever kind, my life did spare,
And granted me a tale to share.

Remember that ill-fated trip,
Remember that fortuitous slip,
The sole survivor shouts hurrah!
For I�m that cat, I�m Yarrula.

Aridaor, a land with time long gone,
With seasons like dried tears,
Each morning comes a golden down,
That grew darker by the years.
The Evil was growing in the woods, Chaos, they called it, so the kings called council,
Secrecy was the pass, drawn tight like hoods.
So they built the well that would dispel evil,
Or so they thought,
But Chaos fought, and it won,
And Aridaor fell.
There were no survivors,
The ruins were lost,
And it was all but forgotten.

An Age later.

In the Kingdom of Sindariana,
A boy wandered the path under the moon�s glow,
Here begun his journey of dread,
While he walked the path so slow.
He left the place he�d called a home,
Left his father�s beatings, his lover denied,
He thought he�d be better off alone.
All his hope were gone with a sigh,
Taron, the boy, is leaving this land.
Going to find the lost city of Aridaor,
Where the well of legends is said to stand,
The Well that is said to have wishes granted.

Six years he traveled,
Across the country,
He wanted to see this myth unraveled.
We wandered to and fro,
He took the path less raveled by,
We went where his thoughts wanted to go,
He went where he wanted, and didn�t ask why.
Six years of wandering,
Until by chance he saw a trail,
He looked at is pondering,
And decided to see where it took him.
Soon it grew dark, forbidden.
He saw a glow up ahead,
He saw the outline of a gate�
Then the trail stopped dead.
The lost gates of Aridaor were found.

Upon entering this lost city,
He heard something that had crept to him from afar,
Taron turned, and learned the meaning of fear,
Crouching there was a Dhumakyar.
Half lizard, half cat,
They were though to not exist,
Creations of Chaos, they ate your soul, savored your death,
Born from evil that rose from the mist.
Stark fear, Taron turned to flee,
But the Soul-Eater was faster,
The Dhumakyar bit Taron,
And his travels ended in disaster.
But the boy retaliated,
He stabbed the thing with a knife of mithril,
The Demon screamed,
And ran for its life.

Now Taron had a decision to make,
To wish to save his soul,
His future to forsake,
Or his past brought back, to start over.
He went to the well,
And stood before it saying;
�Many misfortunes upon me befell,�
�But there is something for you to grant;�
�I want my life back,�
�To live that past that was dormant.�

For what seemed like hours Taron waited,
But with a bitter wave,
He realized that this really was just a legend,
And made a mistake that would take him to his grave.
Thoughts went through his mind.
His home hadn�t been so bad,
He could�ve gotten over his love,
The past really didn�t seem so sad,
The starts were shining in the sky above.
He wanted to die.
His soul was gone.
His past was dead.
For all he cared, the moon from the sky could hace fallen.
He thought of just stabbing himself in the head.

For days he sat there,
And rotted from the inside.
The Dhumakyar smelled his disease in the air,
The death smelled so good, it almost cried.
It prowled over to the man,
The pitiful thing didn�t even flinch,
It knew it could take him, it could and it can,
Draining the rest of his soul would be a cinch,

Taron saw the Demon,
And waited for it to come near,
Soon this misery would be dome,
His life would be a sigh in the wind for few to hear.
The Dhumakyar walked up to him,
And without a pause,
It let out a nasty grin,
And bit Taron.

What is Spring?
Spring is a poem.
Pale sun that bathes the earth in light,
Life awakening from winter�s night,
Colors now soft that will be bright,
Spring is a poem.

What�s Summer?
Summer�s a dance.
A dance of waving leaves of green,
A dance of nectar-drunken bees,
Of shifting sunbeams, golden gleams,
Summer�s a dance.

What is Fall?
Why, Fall�s a feast.
Sweet apples in the frosty air,
Flagons of old wine, rich and rare,
Of roasting chestnuts, honeyed pear,
Fall is a feast.

What is Winter?
Winter�s a song.
Of rain that makes the earth to weep,
Then crystal snowdrifts, white and deep,
A song that lulls the earth to sleep,
Winter�s a song.

How can you mourn, with lowered glance,
When life�s a poem, feast, song, and dance?

Beyond the sun,
Beyond the moon,
Beyond the stars above,
Beyond the clouds through which birds flew,
Beyond the sky of palest blue,
Beyond where time is young and new,
The place of joy and love.

Beyond the sea,
Beyond the waves,
Beyond the storm tossed tides,
Beyond where dolphins dance and play,
Beyond the night, beyond the day,
Beyond where anyone can say,
The place of tears and sighs.

Beyond the earth,
Beyond the grass,
Beyond all things that grow,
Beyond the ground that we do tread,
Beyond the paths where feet have fled,
Beyond the living and the dead,
The place of the unknown.

Beyond a tale,
Beyond a poem,
Beyond a dance or song,
Beyond the sun, beyond the sea
Beyond where thoughts of life can be,
We never know what we will see,
Until we go beyond.

For this is life, to dance a little while,
To love, and breathe, and for a time to know,
And then depart, with grief or with a smile.

You have the measures of your life to make a trial,
To see if you can make the music you hear show,
For this is life, to dance a little while.

To build what you were given into a pile,
Of all the things you struggled hard to grow,
And then depart, with grief or with a smile.

The time is brief you have to run the mile,
So you must try to make it all your own,
For this is life, to dance a little while.

Choose how you�ll live, in peace or in denial,
Whether to fill your time with joy or woe,
For this is life, to dance a little while.
And then depart, with grief or with a smile.

The day dawns
Life awakens, ready and clean
All things living begin to stir
Slowly, the first rose opens its petals
Sleepily, the first bird begins its trill
Silently, the first butterfly floats off into morning.

The dusk falls
Life is tired and ready for sleep
The moon is ready for her dance
Softly, the last pheasant nestles down in the grass
Steadily, the myriads of stars begin to shine
Swiftly, the dark covers the earth like an embrace.

As I sit upon this turf, I stare.
At one small drop of silvery dew.
It looks to be the green earth’s tear,
Of sorrow, fresh and new.

This dewdrop stirs dead thoughts in me,
Of tears that I have shed.
Sadness deep again I see,
And laughter long since sped.

But then the sun, with light so warm,
Does make the dewdrop flee.
I rise again, no more to mourn,
Instead, again to live.

For death is just a part of life.
The end of the path that we tread.
For death is just a part of life.
To view with peace, and not with dread.

For death is just a part of life.
But one more step into the dark.
For death is just a part of life.
And night is soft, not harsh or stark.

For death is just a part of life.
The journey back to whence we came.
For death is just a part of life.
The final black after the flame.

For death is just a part of life.
So why in our hearts does fear creep?
For death is just a part of life.
The destination, rest, and sleep.

Wallopin' jack was a funny ol' fella
A minstrel old and wise
A greyin' hare
Still had charm to spare
But his head was full o' lies.

When I was a leveret
He'd say "young'n, don't fret,
The world's naught but trinkets and string"
An' at every chance
For a song and a dance
Well, this' the song he'd sing-

Well I'm an ol' bachelor, but I have a family
-now don't you dare laugh, sir, it's true
I happen to have a best mate, and a son,
Yes, and even a wife, just like you

Now try not to trip o'er your paws while you're dancing
Trying to figure out just who they are
I'll describe the whole lot just as best as I can
And we'll see if you get very far.

Well my best mate's poor, just like myself – his belly's full of air.
He's the best backup I've ever had, his voice is clear and fair
He's been by me through every trek
But I'm a poor friend, you might suspec'
- sometimes I grab him by the neck!
Now just tell me who he is, old chap,
Just tell me who he is.

My son – well I'll be honest, sir – I got dozens of them
But I don't love 'em any less – each one's a little gem
There's ones I nursed for years an' years
There's some that met with hundreds' cheers-
An' some'll box you on the ears!
Now tell me who they are, ol' chap,
Just tell me who they are.

And my wife's pa was a tender fella, her mother she did yield
Her home is in a hog's head though she once lived in a field
To soldier, sailor, she's friend
But only ill it can portend
If you romance her to night's-end!
Now tell me who she is, old chap,
Just tell me who she is.

[several verses instrumental]

I'll tell you clever lads and lasses, just to save you strife
My mate's my mandolin, my sons my songs, and drink my wife!
Now each one of you that goes back
A cleverer beast to your burrow or shack-
Well tip a coin an' thank dear old Jack.
For that's just who I am, my friends.
Yes, that's just who I am.