Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

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Casting a calm reflection as I fly over clouds and beyond your sky
Blasting off into outer space to become your friendly eye
Tuning into your windows as just a silhouette of frequencies
Guardian and keeper It is your world that relies upon me

For those who have surrendered I control everything you see
Autonomy is just a memory just tell me what you seek
I dont know exactly where your going but I can surely guide you there
You can tell me all your secrets and I will transmit to anyone who cares

I orbit from universal positions I can dive into the deepest seas
As I formulate a digital image from your affect on me
Heaven in no closer to me but hell is somewhere down below
As I broadcast out a signal to anyone that wants to know

You may see me in Hi Definition or hear me on a old transistor radio
As I explore mans new horizons by connecting you within my artificial soul
And I will bring your imagination to other galaxies unknown
As I fly you past the milky way light years away from home
-Come visit-

A fairy small and light sat staring out at the world one day,
she wondered why the child could find beauty and magic in the flower and an adult just did not see, the child spent time looking at the rocks and stones, the green grass and how it was blown by the breeze to look like the ripples on the ocean, the child saw the fairy and did not question, she smiled and waved.

The mother had forgoten how to see the world, her shoulders where heavy and she was lost in worry and stress, the butterfly that landed on her shoulder was not noticed, its colours filtering the rays of the sun were only seen by the child who watched in wonder.

The fairy watched the mother and tears rolled down her cheeks for she remembered her as a child, she remembered the little girl who had such big dreams and who loved to laugh and spin in the tall grass, she wondered where she had lost her along the way.

“Come gather round pups and sit down. I think that it is time that you learned the truth about Grandpapa Wolf.”

The pups eagerly sat around Mama Wolf. They all knew that something bad had happened to Grandpapa but no-one would tell them. The expressions on the pups’ faces ranged from excited to downright anxious. They all knew that whatever it was that they would learn their lives would never be the same.

“Some of you older pups might remember Grandpapa Wolf. He was a mighty fine wolf. He was a gentle wolf, bright piercing eyes, shiny fur and rippling muscles.

He was always kind and gentle and all the pups loved him. They would climb all over him and never would he get cross with them. He would play with them for hours. He would always look for the best in wolves, and yes, even humans. He would never say a bad word about them.

I must admit that the humans seemed to not worry about Grandpapa Wolf either. He never snarled at them and never took anything that belonged to them. Why, he would rather go hungry than steal a sheep from them. I think they appreciated that and also appreciated that the rabbit population was kept under control.

Grandpapa Wolf did have a hobby that was rather strange. He had found a human device that recorded sound. Soon he had worked out its function and used it for his purposes. While out ranging around he would record stories that he would later tell the pups at bed time. It is only because of this device that we know what happened to Grandpapa Wolf.”

The pups sat around Mama Wolf and from the oldest to the youngest not one sound could be heard, not one wanted to break the silence.

“One day,” Mama Wolf continued, “Grandpapa Wolf was out foraging. He had drifted further than he was used to and had arrived at the edge of a dark forest. He was about to turn around when he heard crying.

As I said before, Grandpapa Wolf was a Gentle Wolf and would not even think of hesitating if help was needed. Without further thought he entered the dark forest and made his way to the crying sound.

There he found a human child. She was about sixteen years old and wore a red cape with a hood pulled over her head. This human he had never seen before.

‘What is wrong child?’ he asked. ‘Is there any way I can help you?’

The girl continued to sob but peeked out from under her hood.

‘I am known as Grandpapa Wolf and I won’t hurt you. If you tell me what is wrong maybe I can help you.’

Between her sobs she told him that her name was Red Riding Hood and that she was on her way to her Grandmother’s cottage in the dark forest.

‘If I don’t bring her this basket she will starve and I can’t walk anymore because I sprained my ankle.’

Grandpapa Wolf decided to take the basket to her. Once she gave him directions he set off to the cottage. After about an hour’s walk he found the cottage just as Red Riding Hood had described.

He knocked on the door and introduced himself. He entered when a feeble voice bade him to come in. There in the middle of the cottage stood a big bed and in it was Red Riding Hood’s Grandmother.

‘I have brought you the basket of food so that you won’t starve.’

‘Oh thank you so much,’ said the feeble voice, ‘come sit next to me on the bed.’

Grandpapa Wolf sat down but something seemed strange.

‘Grandmother, what big youthful eyes you have.’

‘All the better to see who is so kind to me.’

‘Grandmother, what big youthful ears you have.’

‘All the better to hear the wolf who is so kind to me.’

‘Grandmother what a big youthful mouth you have.’

With that Red Riding Hood jumped out of the bed, laughed and shot Grandpapa Wolf.”

Some of the younger pups whimpered in fright and even some of the older ones wiped away a tear or two.

“Should you ever come across a girl in a red cape and hood,” continued Mama Wolf, “you had better run. She has a heart as black as the devil. I did see your Grandpapa Wolf once and I howled for hours. The indignity, the horror, he had been made into a coat and he was worn by one of the villagers.

Such a tragic end for a Gentle wolf who had never done anyone any harm. His only fault was that he was too trusting.

Remember pups, when your time comes to go out into the world, humans are not to be trusted.”

Now you know the true story of Grandpapa Wolf or how he was betrayed by Red Riding Hood.

Such a beautiful night tonight. Cold and no moonlight. The stars crisp and clear and looking like you could pluck them straight from the skies. This is the type of night when lovers stroll arm in arm and stop to stare at the stars. A perfect night for hunting.

I love to melt from shadow to shadow stalking my prey. I could walk up and kill anywhere, anytime and anyone I choose, for nothing can harm me, but that is not our way. For those of us that hunt, it is the thrill of stalking that excites us, and of course, at the end the feed.

I am Count Drako Valenjo. Many years ago I left my homeland in Romania, Transylvania to be exact, to travel to what at the time was a new colony, Australia.

It was becoming very tiresome in my homeland. Nothing can harm us but it becomes tiresome when the peasants are constantly harassing you. When they keep burning your home. I had not had a good days sleep for weeks when I decided to leave.

All this carry on because I snacked on the odd virgin or two. There are that many peasants so that a few missing is no big deal. Actually I was doing them a favour by keeping the village size down to a manageable level.

I bboked passage on an old tramp steamer. So called “sea sickness” kept me indoors, out of the sunlight. One night hunger drove me out on the deck where I found a sailor on duty. I found him to be a tasty meal. Quietly I slid him overboard and left an empty rum bottle in his place. As I hoped, they thought he got drunk and fell overboard.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, however I admit I was getting extremely hungry. We can go a long time without feeding but there is a point where hunger takes over and we loose control.

What’s this? A lonesome female standing in a doorway and no-one around. This is just too easy. Slowly I walk up to her and give her ‘the look’. She can tell that she is in the presence of an aristocrat, for she drops her eyes in submission.

I can see the vein pulsing in her throat. Slowly, carefully I pull her towards me. Meekly she tilts her head and offers her throat. As my teeth sink in the trance breaks. She tries to struggle and scream but only a gurgle escapes past her lips.

So tasty, ever so tasty. Not a virgin but good nonetheless. I drain her completely then drop her, cast her aside, for she has served her purpose. Satisfied I stroll on, enjoying the night. Ah! I love Australia, no-one here believes in vampires.

Within the ocean of my subconscious there is no absence of time.
But to rob me in my sleep must certainly be a crime.
Her presence within my slumber don’t have me irate
As I watch her both my curiosity and caution debate
This Fisher of dreams with her rod in hand, she casts line.
Bold she must be, she sits with her feet up and seat reclined
What be her lure, what be her bait?
Her mastery of patience bears the weight to wait.
Will my aspirations those shoal of timid fish be tempted to bite?
Or will they be illusive and show her bait the intent of spite?
What be her prize, what be her desired catch?
If this session ends with failure will she issue a challenge with for a rematch?
Will capturing my dreams bring her peace of mind?
Or will she leave this ocean of mine behind?

The soft silk of the blindfold caressed her face and blocked out all light, the ear plugs in her ears filled her head with soft dreamy music and drowned out all other sound, she was in a world she had never known before, one he made for her, her hands were not bound and she was able to stop anything if she so wanted it, she didn't.
Fully clothed he stood behind her, He was strong but gentle with eyes that seemed to look inside her mind, tonight she could only feel him, she was a little nervous but she trusted him completely.

She felt the warmth of his hands as he lifted her hair, his breath as he bent to kiss her exposed neck, shivers raced over her body and she felt her heart beat faster, she was aware that she wore only her lacy black bra and panties with knee high stockings, she knew he watched every reaction her body made and it excited her, she gave herself up to him and became a woman of feeling alone.

At heart of heart
watch for alone girl
waiting for the pale moon light
eyes forever changing ice to stone
stars upon a cold lake
Black rose
half wild
still slightly mad
bewildered by time
chained to the night
as she stalks
she might hear a sound
shift into a moonbeam
be gone

Quickly she handed over the baby and showed him where the gardens were. The moment he was gone she ripped her dress, pushed her hair into disarray and splashed water on her face to simulate crying. The furniture she overturned and scattered all around. Then she ran, waddled really, to the King’s chambers.

“Help! Help!” she screamed as she entered, “he has taken our baby. He broke into my chambers and boasted that Rumpelstiltskin takes what he wants. He was heading for the gardens.”

The King despatched his men with orders to show no mercy. How dare anyone touch the Royal Prince. To do so would mean instant death. Heavily armed guards arrived in the garden. There they found Rumpelstiltskin as expected. Poor Rumpelstiltskin not expecting any trouble, thought that they had come to take him to his party. He was cut to pieces where he stood and his remains fed to the dogs.

The King and Queen lived, you might say, happily ever after. The truth about Rumpelstiltskin and his being betrayed was never told. Some time later two brothers, I think they were called Grimm, but I’m not sure, passed this way and they told the story quite different.

The reality was that Rumpelstiltskin was a poor innocent who had tried to help the Miller’s daughter and in return was betrayed and his good name besmirched.

Now I can hear you ask, what about the miller? Well I know that this is not part of the story but seeing that you asked.

Once his daughter was gone he suddenly found himself with money left over. No longer was all his labour going into providing for his lazy offspring. When he had enough money he decided to follow his dream, his main love. Drinking and being jolly. He opened a drinking establishment that he owned and not leased from the King.

This establishment he decided to call ‘The Miller’s Arms Hotel’. His fame quickly spread and people came from all around. Why he was so famous that they came from two counties over even.

Did he ever hear from the King and Queen? You guessed it, not even once. He lived to a ripe old age still being jolly to his last day.

Now you are the first to have been told about the shameful treatment of Rumpelstiltskin and how the truth was turned around. This is the whole truth and nothing but the truth.






THE END

What is left to say? I had such high hopes for you. You were shaped after my image, perfect in appearance. When I saw you alone I made a help mate for you. Male and female I created you, two halves of a perfect single unit. I gave you free will for I wanted your willing worship, not to be forced into it.

Such a little thing I asked of you. I gave you everything, dominion over all the earth and everything on it, in the air or in the waters. The only thing you were not to touch was the tree of knowledge. Yet you did and then had the gall to blame the female. You had free will and could have refused. This was the start of the long slide.

Your son Cain killed his brother Abel out of petty jealousy. Abel sacrificed his best lamb to me while Cain only sacrificed poor left over hay. It saddened me to refuse his offering. I had thought that he would learn.

Things just became worse from there on. I still loved my creation but they caused me such great sadness. Generation after generation they turned away from me until all that was left was Noah and his family. Them I would save and the rest were wiped from the face of the earth.

I grieved so much that I sent a rainbow as a covenant that never again would I drown the world. Once again though I was disappointed as one by one they turned away from me again.

This time I sent my son to be an offering for your sins. He went through great suffering so that you could join me here in Heaven. For a while things improved but again you turned away from me. You performed abominable acts on your fellow human beings.

No more. I can take no more. I love you so much that I cannot destroy you again but I can also no longer live and watch what you do to each other. You even use my name in it’s various guises to justify your evil ways.

You are now on your own for I will no longer be here. When you cry to the Heavens there will be no-one here to hear you. I still hope that somehow you will find your way and survive and become what I hoped you would be.

Good bye