Random Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

At the break of dawn I set off into the forest. In places it was almost impassable and I had to fight my way through the undergrowth. The trees were so tall that I could not see the sky. I had no idea how far in or how long I had travelled when I came to a small clearing. It was only then that I could see the sun was already low on the horizon.

It was there that I decided to make my home. There was enough room to build a cottage and the soil seemed suitable for planting a garden. Here I could be self sufficient, away from humanity and their cruel taunts.

The first year was very hard. I had only a small axe and the rest of the tools I had to make by hand so that I could build my cottage, but slowly it went up, log by log. Mud was a good insulator for the cracks in the walls and the roof. It was hard work but when it was finished I was proud of my accomplishment.

It might not have looked the prettiest, but it was warm and dry and a refuge from the elements. In my eyes it had a certain charm, it was home.

During this hard year I had subsisted by trapping rabbits and by picking varies roots and berries. The few seeds that I had brought I planted and could now enjoy.

Life here in the forest was good. Now I had ample food for my needs and had even dug a cellar to store my excess. Any extra meat I dried and stored, this way it would keep forever.

I lived this way for a number of years. Forgotten was the cruel way I was treated in the village, here I had found peace and contentment. I thought that nothing could interfere with my life anymore.

One night I was sitting quietly in front of my fire when I heard strange noises outside. I had learned to ignore the noises of the forest but this was different. Next came a banging on the door. I had to see what it was. When I opened the door there stood two little children, a boy and a girl. I expected them to run away screaming but they just stood there with tears streaming down their faces.

“Please,” said the boy, “I am Hansel and my sister Gretel and I are lost. My father took us into the forest and just left us here. Please help us.”

What was I to do? Naturally I invited them in. what a mistake. I gave them food and water and even offered them my bed to sleep in for the night. They were so tired and worn out that I let them stay for a week to regain their strength.

I told them that when they were strong enough I would help them find their way home. On the eight day when I arose I found them gone. I searched the surrounding area but found no trace of them.

In between the clouds we fall, Dropping down to Earth with speed Our bodies contort and bend with ease Race you, race you to the impact

Crushing our bones, Death meets us in the dirt An inevitable answer For the the roads we've paved.

Falling from Jupiter, Blasting the planets in our path Gravity, gravity has won again

Sinking, beneath the oceans Breathing, death into my lungs Watching, life quickly fade My eyes, my eyes are burning

My eyes burn Burn my eyes

We are falling into the Sun We are all dead men.n between the clouds we fall,

My eyes burn Burn my eyes

We are falling into the Sun We are all dead men.

So the very next morning he made his way
Up the mountain side to make the dragon pay
Chuckling with glee at trick he would play
He entered the Dragon's cave
The dragon lay there at it's repose
He awoke it, bouncing gold coins off it's nose
and from piles of treasure the old red angrily arose
Then to the dragon, This challenge he gave
A game of Cards with stakes very high
With all rules you must complie
And if I win away you must fly
treasure you have. you can be keepin'
We will both play without any deceit.
But I give fair warning if I you try to cheat
I'll give you a beating With my sisters stalk of wheat
If I lose, then I will be eaten

So this old evil red dragon cunning and wry
agreed to all rules, but he did lie,
thinking his appetite it would sharpen, with a smile so sly
and He'd eat this hin anyway.
Although the Old red thought the whole thing absurd
Beating this Hin wouldn't be so so hard
So the hin and the dragon started playing cards
and they played for many a many a long day


So they played cribbage, gin rummy, beggar-my-neighbour, go fish,
monte, seven-up, Snap, canasta and whist
poker pontoon canfield even switch.
And many a games I cant name
Day After day they played, never slackening in pace
wishing he never agreed to this in-the-first-place
for every hand the Dragon lost,
to him-was a slap-in -the-face.
And the dragon he lost every game
Nine hundred and ninety games went by
This just isnt right, the dragon he cried
I think you are cheating, the dragon he lied
this is'nt fair on me
Brandobaris then produced three cups and a Ball,
he said, one last game then? Winner take all?
to the winner the glory, to the loser the fall
one last game for victory?

Brandobaris placed the small ball under a cup
His hands moved in a Blur as he mixed them all up
The Dagron choose badly, he just had no luck
Poor Dragon, Oh what a shame
Up stood Brandobaris and he did say
You've lost dear Dragon now you must leave this day
Any treasure in your cave you may take away
for those were the rules of the game

At the mention of his treasure the Dragon turned around
but of his great hoard no trace of it he found
it was as if it had vanished in to the ground
The fault was the Hin's and now it would fry
Nasty little Hin do you take me for a fool?
Where is all my gold. What have you done with all my jewels
I not going to play anymore by the rules
So now Hin it's time to die

The Wizard, swiftly, mentally signed,
Opened a door to dreamtime, with his mind,
He knew now what he must do,
For, he needed all the Magick he could muster,
From Faerieland, Nether, Middle and Otherspace, good and evil too,
For even bad Magick can be tapped, it has some of the power,
To do good, rather than turn all good things sour!

(To explain, tis said the road to Hell is paved with good intention,
As explanation, I thought I should give it a mention.)

So…. He floated through the door, into the everything, that is this dreamline,
To the exact junction of all the dimensions borders,
Waiting…..Waiting for the exact time……
Then it came…
His window of opportunity, never, would it come again,
And as it is with nature,
His essence stretched and grew in stature,
Til, in his minds eye,
Nothing, in the whole of his conciousness could hide, even if it should try,
He began to intone,
Began to feel the strain, the boundaries of different spaces, with pressure groan,
Gained heart,
When he could see the golden cable only a frac…tion apart,
That….Was the sign….
Now…..Now, is the time!
He raises each hand…..
Carefully weighing the powers in each, like millions of grains of shifting sand,
Feeling the intricate currents of space,
As they tingled the whiskers on his face…..
Strained…..Until his whole being was aching…..
His very essence…..Close to breaking….
Til all the Magick….In Nether, Middle, Otherspace and Faerieland,
All was gathered, all was his….All His alone….and, with all this Power at his command….
Not just in Faerieland, …..But, in this whole dreamline….
Suddenly….…..Froze…..T…I…….M………….E!

I hide in the darkness
The streets are my home
Here is so peaceful
To hunt all alone

Cloak wrapped around me
As I drift here and there
"Hey there big boy
Do you want a girl?"

A girl indeed, what a joke
Old, used and haggard
And smell of tainted blood
Which turned me right off

Now virgins are best
They're juicy and sweet
Trouble is these days
They're like hen's teeth

Back in the old country
The peasants would flee
Virgins were a plenty
More than enough for me

What is this, she looks young
Laying in the doorway
I think she's drunk
No matter, she's a snack now

Cape flies high as I bend down
Expose her neck for feasting
Sink my fangs and suck the blood
Keep drinking till I'm full now

When I'm full, stagger back
Oh my, my head feels funny
Blood was good but oh so strong
Laced with all that whisky

Stagger home before sunrise
Get comfy in my coffin
Tomorrow is another night
Once more I'll go a hunting

I long smell the earth in my skin
I want my eyes to tell the stories.
Glittery destination to anywhere.

I can reach, I can reach past this yellow symphony
In a remake trading post world paved with vendors.
Buckskin moccasins only brushing the ground
Pitch my tent, make a home for a week, move.
(ah. no phones, no appointments to keep, no problems)

Staying up nights watching a full moon laugh.
I'll be able to touch my feet & know
They're carrying me on my destined path
Free-spirited is what they call me
Splash in uncharted rivers, open my eyes underwater.

Forever with my smile, smelling like
Clouds on the back of the wind
Finding my fairy ring,
Some day my wings will catch my breeze and
I'll sail away again, even if only in another poem.

~SAS~

My precoius my ring
Into mordor four hobbits will go
To take the ring to melt into mordors furnice to
Do battle with saron
Into middle earth

Each step fought with danger
Golim eies his prescious the ring he want
To have it once more his ring stolen from
Him no he's at his masters call

A whipping boy to take and guide his master to middle earth
He don't want his ring to go
The elfs guide
The hobbits task but ff much in help

That task to be carried out for frodo the only one to carry it out

From out of the East she came riding side saddle
She was looking for romance way out West
She came into town smelling of roses
And wearing a dress that was covered in frills

Into the saloon she daintily walked
It went so quiet you could hear a pin drop
The men all stared with eyes like saucers
And the women glared with envious hearts

The worst affected was the roughest of all
His chin was dragging along the floor
He could shoot the wings of a fly at a distance
But come to ladies he was as clumsy as hell

He stuttered and choked just saying his name
While she stood there waiting patiently
At last he managed so she understood
That this was the man they called Bundango

A man that was feared by one and all
Who smiled while he slowly killed you
A rattlesnake’s poison meant nothing to him
He’d bite off it’s head and chew it

She held out her hand for him to kiss
And his heart almost gave up beating
The Cuban cigar between his lips
Forgotten hit the floor sizzling

It’s sad to say that she had done
Where no-one else had succeeded
She tamed the beast, this man Bundango
Now a gentleman of the West

Can't stand the sun,
Just have to run,
Catch the racing wind,
with Kate beside me.



Never had so much fun,
Chasing terrified nuns,
Stealing eggs from a farm,
Hiding from bullies's harm.



We climb ancient trees,
Met Mary and two became three,



Teaching bullies who are mean,
They are the best friends ever.



Mary have a drunkard father,
She is his only family and child,



Whom he never seem to miss,
If she comes home or stayed up late.



Kate has a big brother,
Around him she hides,



Her parents died in a fire,
She is carefree and a wild spirit.

Sitting here on Mount Olympus
Sad and lonely God am I
Men have moved on
They need me not
Redundant I've become
Was a time when men waged war
My name on their lips
Sing their songs to glorify
Blood ran like streams
How glorious were those days
But now just a memory
Man has now found a new god
Himself he does now worship