The Hunter And His Men T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men gathered Their fur coats dusted in white flakes Clusters of snow forming along Their wooden bows And their spears coated in ice The hunter and his men had said Their night before the hunt That what was out there In the dark, was a dangerous Murderous beast T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men knew of The monster in the ice Under clear sheets of snow-covered water It lurks in the deep The darkest of all And any hell-bent sinner Gets welcomed by the killer The hunter and his men knew not The appearance of this creature For any man close enough to kill it Is sure to be dead after one quick snatch And be submerged through the ice And into the deathly water T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men – How little Knowledge had they at this time The demon, a thirty five foot long Watcher, scanning the ice above With such glowing crimson eyes So strong, one good look and one Finds oneself in an infinite, Deep slumber on the sand Beneath the ice The hunter and his men venture Out through the white topped trees Of fir and sweet smelling pine Through the misty air And to the lake - the home of which The beast swims in circles Swishing its tail and twitching its spikes Towards any movement above T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men approach With eyes so blue Their colour could stain the contrast of snow below And spears raised in bitter determination Their palms hot and faces red Their hearts racing Insides pacing Frowns turn to smiles As they run for miles Splitting up, taking sides Across the frozen lake Waiting with such desperate tension For the monster's wake T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men stood back One crack, two cracks, three cracks, four cracks The ice on the water rumbled into fragments Each a square three meters big Each shard jagged and sharp enough to cut As they float to the edges, widening the hole in the What seems like a bottomless dark blue drop The hunter and his men seize their weapons And raise them high in an act of fierce determination Their eyes narrowing, becoming a stronger blue Just thinking of the red eyes turning into black Thinking of the cold beast dead along the bank When they return it Still and silent, without a single breath For their reward T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men snap back Into reality when the monster Strikes the remains of the ice With its wide freakish tail, It's spikes each as long as a human arm Scratching the surface of all the land As it whips around and then slides back into the water The hunter and his men seized the moment As quick as lightning To hurl their spears into the body of the demon It shrieked such a piercing shriek no one had ever heard And the light drowned from its bright red eyes And it moved with such big movements and such force Until it stopped And was silent The hunter stepped forward to examine his beast... When it woke Its eyes once again with flooded crimson flames of vengeance Its teeth bared in a vicious grin Its spikes sharper than ever And it snapped And attacked And his men thought they were in No capability to help So they ran to the village While the hunter was alone T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall

Alone On A Boat (Inspired by an image of a boat on a beach) As I sit silently in the breeze, My hands do I lock as they start to freeze; My lips quiver as I start to shiver, And warmth is the only thing I seize. A blanket, do I try to quickly unfold. My purple lips are dry and cold, And from them a twirl, then sharp curl Of bitter air rises with an upwards roll. My wooden boat rocks uneasily, So I start to steady it eagerly, But I never knew that what I do Could push me so far out to sea. And alas, it does But what a sight! Is there in front of me. For ahead is nothing But endless light As I now feel incredibly free. The calming crash of waves on rocks Make me want to yawn Floating away, I'll soon approach docks Before tomorrow's dawn. This thought alone: of somewhere knew, Means I should get some rest, So as there's nothing else to do I shut my eyes, and thought it best. But as I sleep, an endless dream Is what I have that night. The fought of perpetual travelling Gives me quite a fright For waking up alone is travelling With only dark, no light. I'm colder than ever Now I am awake And no dock is in sight. How I long to have a friend To help me through To journey's end.

I'm Small I'm small. I'm pathetic and I'm small. And there's nothing I can do to change that. I'm quiet. I'm week and I'm quiet. And no words I say will mean anything. No words I say will make the world spin the other way round, No words I say will have you down on the ground. For I keep quiet went meant to keep quiet, When you only make a recurring sound; Your laughs, your shouts, your words you keep on saying, Nothing you do is a joke; you're not playing. How dare you talk to me, the way you do so. Don't say things like that; you are but a friend, my foe. May we divide in peace and never speak, Instead of leaving only one feeling helpless and week. I'm sorry, okay, but you should be to; For what could I ever have done to you? I'm only human, I only breathe; I don't harm you so let me be. I'm reaching up, I scream your name, For my #life will never now be the same. I cannot explain how I feel this way, But our friendship will return, I pray. And now I only walk alone, Envy and hatred are all what you've shown, But to you, all I see, Is bitter empathy, 'Cause you never had the kindness, Inside your heart, for me.

Lies These days, I walk alone In mind and in reality, Of which so well have I grown With this rainy pathetic fallacy. With no-one here beside of me, I walk through my empty street. Along the pavement, heavily, I drag my soaked-through feet. From under my hood, I look up at the moon, On this dreary, 5pm evening. However could friendship end this soon, Without anyone considering reasoning? "How dare they," I thought, with tears in my eyes; "How dare they just leave it like this!" I had never thought even my friends could tell lies, Lies that often some people would miss. But again, do I turn and continue my walk, Through the shadows and through the pain. Thinking what could we possibly say when we talk? When we finally meet again.

Not Fair I'm still running around in this empty place, Wondering when me and my troubles would eventually face, When we meet again on a cold winter morning, And questions from the two of us are finally dawning "It's not fair," I'd think, "It isn't right, you can't." He'd give me a look and forgive him I shan't And forever our trust would have collided, Ending in a decision I had never decided. A happy ending for one; with the money in hand; And a #life light and bright in a faraway land. But as for the other; that would be me, With nothing waiting but the other man's fee. "It's okay," I'd say, "I'll start a new #life." But what future could I have without my only wife? My hopes slowly shattered as the realisation struck, That without any money, I held on to faith and luck. I walked down what was left of my town, My steps perfectly in time. Everything, everyone seems to fall down, But only optimism would I climb. I looked along the street, And my eyes saw only grey. With no shoes around my feet, I stand alone and pray.