Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

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.

I am so sick and tired as being portrayed as a bad person, as the villain. For years stories have been told about me, making me out to be ever so evil. They even try to convince people that I like to eat children. It is time that the truth was told, that my side of the story was heard.

Well, I suppose that my story starts as most stories do, a long, long time ago. My life was pretty much ordinary. I lived in a small village and as a child was quite happy. I played with the other children of the village and had quite a few friends.

That all changed when I became a teenager. I contracted some sort of rare disease that changed my skin. Almost overnight my skin turned into something that resembled scales. My friends deserted me and no longer wanted to come near me. How cruel people can be, they called me all sorts of names. When I walked around in the village the little children ran away in fright.

I was still the same person on the inside. I still had the same hopes and fears. Still had the same dreams although I could see they would never happen now. Why did they treat me like this? I don’t know why I was cursed like this, but cursed I was. My family tried to stand by me, but it cost them dearly.

My father was a shoemaker, the best shoemaker in the county, and day by day his business dropped off. They would rather go to the next village than to deal with him. They didn’t even bother to make excuses, they were quite open as for the reason.

My mother was the village midwife, she was the only midwife within four hours of travel, yet they would rather do without than to call her. They were in fear that she might curse their babies merely by her presence.

It was at this point, that for their sake, I had to leave the village. Maybe once I was gone they might treat my family more kindly. As for myself, I did not care, I had become immune to the behaviour of the villagers. I had passed the point of being able to be hurt anymore.

Bright and early in the morning I said my tearful farewell to my family. One last hug and I set off, never once looking over my shoulders. There was nothing there for me anymore. My parents, I would only cause them more grief by staying and all my friends I had lost a long time ago.

All my worldly belongings were in a rucksack slung over my shoulders, that and the clothes I wore. My destination was the forest that lay just a days walk away towards the east. I was hoping to find peace there, away from any fellow humans.

That evening I camped on the outskirts of the forest for I was not foolish enough to venture within in the darkness. In the morning I would be able to find may way around and somewhere within there I would make my new home.

I, Horatio Martin Stobbard, can no longer live with this secret. I must write this down and hopefully someone can use it. I work for a top secret organisation called F.A.R.T. We are an organisation that operates outside the government and the law. Most of the electronics we use have never been heard of.

We have some of the greatest brains working for us. Once they have been recruited by us they effectively disappear forever, they are never allowed to leave. The secrets that we have discovered are so incredible that they would rock the very foundation of human belief.

Contrary to what everyone is taught, the earth is not round, it is actually flat, or slightly convex to be precise. How is this possible you ask? Why has not anyone found out before? Surely it would have been discovered when planes fly around the world.

Not so. The earth is surrounded by a rather peculiar magnetic energy field that, unknowingly to the observer, keeps you away from the edge, giving the appearance that the world is round.

It was only when we accidentally invented a device, which we call a Spectralingulazor, that we were able to negate this magnetic energy field. To our surprise we travelled past the edge of the world and even underneath it. There is nothing there. No skies, no stars, nothing.

Not far beneath the earth we came to a complete stop. We had reached the end of the universe. It was like hitting a blank wall. There seemed to be something beyond this wall but we were unable to make any sense of it. Everything was too blurred.

The universe is not infinite. Once we had overcome the magnetic energy field the shocking truth hit us. In every direction we hit a wall. It was as if we were in a container, I can only liken it to a fish tank.

Up till now, we of F.A.R.T. are the only ones aware of the truth. This magnetic energy field disguises reality and gives the appearance that the earth is round and that the universe is infinite. It is not.

I leave this document in the hopes that someone will find it. I know that they are hunting me for they do not want the truth to be known. They believe that this knowledge will bring about the end of mankind.

I, on the other, hand hope that this will unite all to work together to seek the truth out there.

Horatio Martin Stobbard

A message was sent to him from an unknown source claiming that Emma was the mysterious woman. Emma had paid a handsome amount to have that message sent. This was the first hint as to who the woman was and the King was quick to follow it up.

When he turned up at Emma’s home she feigned complete surprise, but when pressed admitted that it was her. She claimed that she had been too shy to take off the mask in his presence and begged him not to be angry with her.

The King accepted her explanation for Emma was, if nothing else, the consummate actress. She batted her eyes at him and had the King eating out of her hand. Yet there was something nagging at him, something he could not put a finger on.

Emma was going to be introduced to the Court at a Grand Ball and a week after that would be the Royal Wedding. As the day arrived Emma was so excited, all her devious planning was coming to fruition. After this Ball would be the wedding and then she, not the King, would rule the Kingdom. She would make sure that he would take second place to her.

Everything was going so well at the Grand Ball, until the mysterious woman arrived. She was wearing the same gown that she had worn to the Masquerade Ball and even wore the same mask.

The King stopped mid dance, he was utterly confused. You might even say that he was shocked. Emma could not believe what was happening. So close, so close to ruling the Kingdom and this woman was going to spoil it all.

Without thinking Emma started to rant and rave, telling the King to ignore her; telling him that she was an imposter trying to spoil things. The more she ranted and raved the more the King’s eyes were opened to the point he suddenly realised who she really was. She was the woman in the beautiful gown who had been so rude to all and sundry.

He ordered the guards to restrain her. Slowly he approached the mysterious woman. Just a few words and he realised how, in his loneliness and desperation, he had been fooled. This was really the one he had fallen in love with.

Carefully he removed her mask. The beauty of her face matched the inner beauty that he had found. Emma screamed when she saw the face behind the mask. The face that looked out was Riberta, her step-sister. Lavina had given Riberta the chance to go to the Ball by combining both gowns into one.

Riberta and the King lived happily ever after. Lavina, though not a Queen, did marry a highborn and also lived happily ever after. Emma, although her crime was of such an heinous nature that she could be sentenced to death, through the kindness of Riberta was spared and only sentenced to work with the pigs for the term of her natural life.

It has been noted that there are two brothers travelling around the countryside retelling these types of events in a manner that is far from the truth. It is unknown why they are doing this but at least here the truth is recorded.

Of course, it goes without saying, that she sabotaged her step-sisters’ outfits. Her outfits were not as spectacular as hers but she was not going to take any chances. From each she took one shoe and threw them away. Then she completely destroyed the skirt of one and the bodice of the other. She was sure that this would stop them from going.

Lavina and Riberta were devastated. There was no time to make more outfits and shoes for the Ball was going to start within the hour. It would seem that Emma had succeeded and that there was no way they could attend.

Joyfully and laughing gaily, Emma left for the Ball. She was convinced that she would be chosen to become the Queen before the night was out. There would be no-one there that could compete with her.

As she made her grand entrance every eye was on her, even the King stopped what he was doing to observe her. At this point there was no doubt in her mind that he had already chosen her to be his Queen.

Her bearing was regal and arrogant. The servants she treated with complete disdain to the point that she spoke to them as if they were just dogs. Nothing and no-one would stand in her way now.

To her surprise, another guest arrived at the Ball. There was something odd about her. Her shoes were miss-matched and her gown was of two different colours and materials. It was as if her bodice was of one gown and her skirt of another.

The King was instantly attracted to her. She bore herself in a regal manner, yet modest and talked kindly to the servants, even thanking them for any service provided.

All night he danced with her, totally enchanted by her. This woman had to become his Queen. Many times he tried to remove the mask but each time she gently stopped him.

Emma was furious, the more furious she became the rougher she treated the servants around her, to the point of even striking some. Emma made up her mind that the moment she found out who this woman was she would kill her.

Just before the Ball was to finish and all had to unmask, the mysterious woman slipped out of the King’s grasp and ran away. There was no stopping her for she was as nimble and as quick as a gazelle.

The King was desolate, he had to find her. Without even seeing her face he had fallen in love with her. He had fallen in love with her goodness and her gentle soul. He offered a huge reward if anyone could lead him to her, but no-one seemed to know anything.

Sometimes the truth can become so much distorted that what is left almost bears no relation to the truth. Here I need to tell what really happened.

It all started a long, long time ago in a land far, far away. There lived a couple; they were not wealthy, as in filthy rich, but rather quite well off. They lived a comfortable life with no physical needs missing.

The only thing that was missing was a child, and after a few years of wedded bliss they were blessed. A beautiful baby girl was born to them. They were overflowing with happiness.

Unfortunately this did not last long as giving birth had taken a great toll on her. Day by day she grew weaker until the day came when she could no longer grasp onto life. It was a cold, sad moment when she died.

Poor Theodoric was inconsolable and had it not been for Amalberta, the widow from three houses down, I am sure that he would have pined away, leaving baby Emma an orphan. In those days it would have been doubtful that she would have survived.

Slowly Theodoric came back to the land of the living. He was so grateful to Amalberta for all she had done for Emma that he proposed to marry her, a proposal that was quickly accepted. It was not an easy life for a widow, let alone one that had two children.

She had two little girls, Lavina and Riberta, who absolutely adored baby Emma. The years passed and though Amalberta loved and treated Emma as if she were her own, there seemed to be a distance growing between them. Both Theodoric and Amalberta were at a loss as to what to do.

Strange things started to happen. When there was a Ball happening and the girls were all getting ready to go they discovered a seam undone, or a stain on a bodice. Sometimes there was a buckle missing from a shoe or worse, the shoes were completely missing. Many times both Lavina and Riberta were brought to tears. Needles to say, at all time Emma claimed innocence.

Things got to the point where Emma became openly antagonistic to the girls and Amalberta. No longer did she attempt to hide her nastiness. She would deliberately make life miserable for her step-sisters. No matter how nice they tried to be, she would respond with nastiness.

There was excitement throughout the land for the news went forth that the King was going to have a Masquerade Ball at which he was going to choose his Queen. You can imagine how excited all the young ladies were, for they all imagined that it could be them, that they could be the Queen.

Emma was determined that it was going to be her. She had the best dress made and her shoes were fashioned out of gold. Even her mask was gilded with gold and covered with diamonds. She was sure the King would find her irresistible and that she would be the Queen. Nothing was going to stand in her way.

I was alone in my room,
Heard someone tap on my window,



Hey Jack quickly let's go my friend said,
I must be daft because I left with her.



Holding hands we arrived at the beach,
Waves catching our feet as we reach,
A cloud was blocking our sight,
And when it passed,we were awe.



The pull by the moon was magnetic,
It's cool aura washing down my face.
I smile like i never done before,
Without my sight I could feel it's beautiful.



We both splash into the waters,
A faint voice coming from behind us ,
A tug and hug from her and then she was gone,
Just as my mum rush to my side and hugged.



Honey why did You come here all by yourself?
You could have been swept away by the tide.
Did she not see that I was not alone?
A thousand questions played my mind as we walk back home .

Three and a half men,
Drop their pants naked,
Leaving everything hanging loose,
No worries and nothing to lose,



Four scores and forty women,
Bare naked ladies asking for more,
Shouts of joy for a dancing display,
Showing what they got with shakes and groove.



Adam and Eve on the dance floor,

Saints and heretics judging and giving scores,

Next contestants would be Lucifer and Lilith.

After which comes Count Dracula and queen.


After them the Hulks are literally going to Breakdance,
Where is Superman when he is needed most?

Lois Lane is stuck again without a date!


Heaven and Hell collide,

Angels and Demons compete,
Battleground earth for all to see,
The greatest show on the universe is here!

I am here
Standing amongst the sand
Enjoying the inanimate touch
My mind on everything and nothing
Seashells glisten temptingly to be plucked
All other bodies are surreal
Like figurines
Strategically placed
They have no purpose
Other than to take up space
A soft breeze flows along my thoughts
My senses keen
To the air wiping them clean
Serene as this may seem
I feel a threatening onslaught
My eyes become frantic
Finding that which has become ominous
I do a scan of the sand
The seashells look bland
Bodies disappear in a blink
My mind can no longer think
Fear rips through my insides
As I realize something is keeping me in
Walls of glass precariously glaring
Acquainting me
With my lack of escape
Reluctantly my gaze wanders
To the salty behemoth
That has begun a beastly chase
My eyes watch in horror
At his astronomic rise
I know he shall be my demise
I run
The sand an endless dessert
The glass shimmering its evil smile.
Behind me I feel the beast growing
Sucking in all that is alive
No matter how fast I run
I cannot seem to gain a mile
It grows in power and strength
Building higher and higher
Breaking records with his substantial size
My heart is pounding
My legs racing
And still he is gaining
I close my eyes
Pumping harder
My face wet
With salty water
Although I cannot see
I hear his roaring gurgling power
My mind is spinning
I stop my sprinting
And turn to him begging
It is then that I awaken

walk with me among the stars till the beginning of hours. walk with me your hand in mine. let us make shadows a story forever in time. come walk with me your hand in mine lets find a tree and carve initials in the ages of pages. come walk with me in my dream along the silent stream where the trees gazzes. Come walk with me your hand in mine as hearts beat out the age old song of time. will you come walk with me?