Post by contention on Oct 6, 2005 17:40:29 GMT -5
This tale is the first Chapter of Upon the Yoshi's Corner. See, I knew I would do this so I feel very enlightened I could continue it! It makes me very happy, and I hope you enjoy it in some form. I really don't have an explanation for this one, it should be more self explanatory then my other pieces. Still metaphoical but all around, I enjoy this. Oh yes, Graedius's character would be the one speaking this peace. Unless in the first prologue there is the ' and every other line rhymes, thats me talking about him. The ' for the story is when a character talks. Each one is a furre, and each story will have a moral to it. This one has its own, if you look into it and read the last line. Well I do hope you enjoy, and oh yes once again I support my long story poem with Geoffrey Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. So HAH! XD, Really though (if you do read it) I hope its ok.
You know, I had such an issue of deciding whether to make it Graedius Tail, you know since its furry, he's a Raccoon, has a tail... so on and so forth. But I kept it the same, because I didn't know if anyone would catch on. Also, there are some certain things in this poem because out of all of my stories, Graedius explains one of the most touching morals about darker things, so if anyone sees this not fit you can remove it. I changed as much as I found fit and could spot, you see anything else tell me. (wrote you using this Graedius, because to me you are the most wise one I know, and you're so very smart and are willing to give help. One who helped me, when such a moral in this story seemed to be my life, but now I see things diffrently)
Graedius Prologue, A Furre Tale
“T’would be keen of me to start;
And wriggle to some end.
Alas, the stories torn apart:
By the sins of Gods men.
I bet, some string instrument should play along;
With mortals from their choir,
Yet such tale deserves no song;
For framed it was as dire.
In fact it weeps me to mutter,
It laments me to tell.
If these black lips shall stutter;
Such legends would turn frail.
Beckon I will of my leather tongue;
To keep me fully quenched.
So when I’m done, I must be wrung,
Shall that these bustles of fur won’t clench.
‘With a glint and a glare,
His thin mouth a’ flare;
When words boom from such an orphic.
His scents a’ looming,
That mind is blooming;
To the fickle unheard chorus.
“Before the dates of months,
When dust did kneel to dirt.
Beyond those flesh wearing chumps,
When ravens and doves did flirt.
T’was an hour, maybe some years
Religion would creep from its crypt,
Such sinners would haunch in fear,
When society’s card had flipped.
Earth gritted teeth, to mound the marching graves,
But none were ever filled;
They were slowly devoured in the craze,
And one by one, all killed.
Babe was I then, fresh for the days,
With bustles of fur and riddled paws.
Not strange for such a furre’s ways.
Such I’ll recall when I have the cause.
Young and relentless, bore such a claw,
This churning growl of hunger;
Never taught I, to thrash and maw,
When such would suffice for slumber.
A button nose, like a gem polished black
With tiny members a’ swaying along.
Such wool and thread were at a lack,
So bare was I, when life was long.
Kin would preach of Christian psalms,
Derived from humanities ways;
Such would show us right from wrong,
And battle the earth of His days.
Some said, exist we may never;
Others had begged to fight,
Regardless of the looming weather,
Neither side brought strife.
In pens and pencils, we found our home,
Where free all could gallop.
To line the lead between our bones,
And abide to such a palette.
As hours gave me age,
A lesson was I bestowed;
To show a creatures mistake
When the coveted seeds were sewed.
My tail would wrap before it,
My mind would follow the same;
Such tender hearts that bore it,
Would seep and speak the sane.
Teeth a’ sharpened, end the lines,
As they bite away the pages;
Destroying of ones mocking rhyme,
To fill the leopards wages.
Here’s the story, grown from lies,
To preach the furry code,
Of friends and schemes and devious crimes,
As etched between the stone.
A Furre Tale
“On the forge of vallies,
Where pups gave warn;
Lied a town for tally,
Beneath earth’s morn.
Rivers shared wealth,
Where creatures dug hand;
Waves walked in stealth,
Whispered amongst the lands.
Dainty beds of grove,
Flooded with creation;
Upon no boat could row,
To end their starvation.
Help for no aid,
Could stumble up the mud;
And build the walls of clay,
When the day would be done.
Four paws could wield,
What two hands may not;
Soft mold as shield,
The canine would wrought.
Whiskers to flow
The black ink to words,
Like a foot through snow,
Or the fire as it burns.
Claws would rip and plow,
Their duty to give feed,
Seeds would soon be sowed,
To fill their dying need.
Osiris would give to judge,
His flesh would surely quiver;
Ra would stand to grudge,
And the stones would soon but shiver.
Up went life, and down fell man,
With paw upon this gravel.
Skulls were buried beneath the sand,
Their absence would surely ravel.
The sun, moon, stars, and sky,
Seemed to follow in favor.
Such was said from the astronomer’s eye,
From loyal power he savored.
Deep in the crooked walls,
Where kin would certainly sit;
Echoed the messengers calls,
Their friends had soon but sent.
Four there were, all to hold,
Allies strung so soft;
And in their hearts, they sung so bold,
Their merry chords aloft.
One t’was feline,
The others all apart;
Dog, Wolf, and Raccoon.
None were known for their smarts,
As they watched the setting noon.
Sadly but one sat, happily with others;
Two were solemn friends,
The others were brothers
T’when with a gentile woof,
Converse sprang so fast,
Each mind it slowly took,
To find the life that grasped.
Unwrap they did, of a dastardly plot,
To traverse the uncharted;
Tie they did, that plan in knot,
So proud, but yet outsmarted.
‘We’ll see the world,
Our fathers hide;
Unwrap it shall,
Apart our side.’
Exclaimed the kitten,
His snout adrift;
Tucked tight his mittens,
Those parting gifts.
‘Together men, we’ll part take;
Among this nouvelle journey.
Keep it quiet, for our sake;
Or the stake shall soon be burning.’
Snorted the wolf, his eyes ablaze,
Like a fire in the falling rain;
His tail had flicked in a wild craze;
As lust he did to savor pain.
‘Suppose we shall slip,
Or maybe come to stumble!
Let it escape our lips,
And not keep it so humble.’
Waved the raccoon,
With well being on his tip;
And oh how it swooned,
Right down to his hips.
‘Ease and enlighten,
Let lose your fear.
Our paths lay brightened,
Fate is so dear.’
Bumbled the fool,
His words had spilled;
To abide by rule,
And answer at will.
One by one, they exchanged a shake,
As they walked into the coming.
All had promised to give his take,
And keep quiet for fear of shunning.
Sleep they swallowed,
As dreams did rape,
When the stars scraped so hollow,
Against what was fake.
When gold had melted,
Against the blanket hills;
Eyes were but smelted,
As hearts pumped in thrill.
How the rays tickled,
And opened up each mind;
Each shining like the nickel,
To being their secreted crime.
Meeting among the dust,
Roads to that path;
Bricks gleamed with rust,
Time could not turn back.
Steady steed of wind,
Ruled by God’s string;
That noble lord of men,
Doth not wallow over thee.
Behind the diagonal wall,
Into the rancid plain;
Lied the earth’s endless hall,
Where ruled the insane.
Shadows stood beneath their feet,
Tundra’s laughed in fear;
Sense would soon take its leap,
To be ended by but a seer.
A Furre Tale Part 2
Stench was looming,
Friends gave mark;
To gather gloomy,
And rightfully start.
Eyes a’ dancing,
Side to side;
As weeds were prancing,
Within their right.
Out one speaks,
His hands to face;
Where forth words reek,
To take his place.
‘Fellows, how the skies greet,
Look how we are brought!
What a most wonderful treat,
To see what I had taught!
Years in that prison,
Friends, we are free;
Escaped from such a chasm,
To frolic in our glee.
Out now, we may search,
To find what is hidden;
Before our legs wind in that hearse,
And our souls are merely ridden.’
The others slowly nodded,
Their thoughts were all aligned;
Each choice had been so charted,
And now it was their time.
For weeks they strode the lands,
Without comfort, rest, or sleep;
T’was a pilgrimage in their hands,
Without the comforts of food to eat.
One by one to woe,
But yet that did not stop,
For to their promise owed-
They the finest of their ‘crop’.
Harvest they did, that selfish gut,
To bite upon their sleeves;
When ragged bones gave way a mut,
Such tears they could not grieve.
Carnivores with tongues in blood,
Reminded by that scent;
Could not bask their buds in mud,
To give in God’s repent.
When such occurred their faces flared,
Turn they did their fate;
By whimsical folly and a witty dare,
Survival was not great.
Lust had fallen upon the crowd,
And in a skip they had one thought,
‘Hark to such a noble sound,
That so long a fox could trot.’
Sin, oh how they did,
To one another’s pride;
Tearing under fur, deep in the skin,
All innocence would just die.
Tails entwined and so did tongue,
Ridding of that pain.
How could one live what done,
And still refuse to gain?
Begin it did, between all friends,
To shred those brothers apart;
A sacrifice, would surely cleanse,
Even if it was tart.
Unknowingly, the two would waddle,
Daggers behind their backs;
And when their steps grew but hallow,
The edges grew closer than that.
Into bone each cracked the two,
As they fell upon ‘each shoulder’;
The foolish monger would pull the skew,
Down they tumbled, the lifeless boulders.
Bodies now present,
For the feeding;
Scrounging like peasants,
Ignoring the pleading.
Mourn they did, their stomachs full,
Over their own greed;
Born it was, both as fools,
As childish grew their needs.
If monger would fall upon his heart;
The idiot would watch, his hands prepared.
As rib and arm were torn apart,
Neither being would be spared.
Pillage he would, of the dead’s rights,
Advocating love within its place;
Such a frame put up no fight,
And willingly was disgraced.
Now upon a ravaged night,
Where no star took its gleam;
There came in ear of blinded sight,
A city, as from a dream.
Golden was its gates,
Carved were its towers;
Up they followed so straight,
To glide for endless hours.
Foolish steps went up its porch,
And headed for the door;
Where wise man had taken seat,
And had small pity for the sleeper.
‘Know you well I do,
Your name has missed for years;
An image yet so fresh and new,
That shed but not one tear.
Your whiskers, tail, and paws so old,
Could come to conquer mine;
Let such a lesson be foretold,
In this smallest trickle of time.’
‘Spare me sir, I surely ache;
Under soul of pressure.
Those gates merely let them break,
And I will share my measure.’
He spoke in a mournful tone,
As he clasped his hands in prayer;
Hoping to strike upon a bone,
But all he received was a stare.
‘I hear your plea, but I ask,
You left home on word;
To find life was just your task,
Did you stumble upon the deserved?’
Wisely his tongue glided teeth,
Out sprung questions, to give no relief.
Strode he near that fallen side,
And from his face, he did not hide.
The fool raised his lips,
And turned that filthy head;
To answer was his only wish,
But his body had fallen dead.
No peep, no mutter escaped that throat,
To give its only reply;
But yet the question was thoroughly scoped,
To live means to only die.
You know, I had such an issue of deciding whether to make it Graedius Tail, you know since its furry, he's a Raccoon, has a tail... so on and so forth. But I kept it the same, because I didn't know if anyone would catch on. Also, there are some certain things in this poem because out of all of my stories, Graedius explains one of the most touching morals about darker things, so if anyone sees this not fit you can remove it. I changed as much as I found fit and could spot, you see anything else tell me. (wrote you using this Graedius, because to me you are the most wise one I know, and you're so very smart and are willing to give help. One who helped me, when such a moral in this story seemed to be my life, but now I see things diffrently)
Graedius Prologue, A Furre Tale
“T’would be keen of me to start;
And wriggle to some end.
Alas, the stories torn apart:
By the sins of Gods men.
I bet, some string instrument should play along;
With mortals from their choir,
Yet such tale deserves no song;
For framed it was as dire.
In fact it weeps me to mutter,
It laments me to tell.
If these black lips shall stutter;
Such legends would turn frail.
Beckon I will of my leather tongue;
To keep me fully quenched.
So when I’m done, I must be wrung,
Shall that these bustles of fur won’t clench.
‘With a glint and a glare,
His thin mouth a’ flare;
When words boom from such an orphic.
His scents a’ looming,
That mind is blooming;
To the fickle unheard chorus.
“Before the dates of months,
When dust did kneel to dirt.
Beyond those flesh wearing chumps,
When ravens and doves did flirt.
T’was an hour, maybe some years
Religion would creep from its crypt,
Such sinners would haunch in fear,
When society’s card had flipped.
Earth gritted teeth, to mound the marching graves,
But none were ever filled;
They were slowly devoured in the craze,
And one by one, all killed.
Babe was I then, fresh for the days,
With bustles of fur and riddled paws.
Not strange for such a furre’s ways.
Such I’ll recall when I have the cause.
Young and relentless, bore such a claw,
This churning growl of hunger;
Never taught I, to thrash and maw,
When such would suffice for slumber.
A button nose, like a gem polished black
With tiny members a’ swaying along.
Such wool and thread were at a lack,
So bare was I, when life was long.
Kin would preach of Christian psalms,
Derived from humanities ways;
Such would show us right from wrong,
And battle the earth of His days.
Some said, exist we may never;
Others had begged to fight,
Regardless of the looming weather,
Neither side brought strife.
In pens and pencils, we found our home,
Where free all could gallop.
To line the lead between our bones,
And abide to such a palette.
As hours gave me age,
A lesson was I bestowed;
To show a creatures mistake
When the coveted seeds were sewed.
My tail would wrap before it,
My mind would follow the same;
Such tender hearts that bore it,
Would seep and speak the sane.
Teeth a’ sharpened, end the lines,
As they bite away the pages;
Destroying of ones mocking rhyme,
To fill the leopards wages.
Here’s the story, grown from lies,
To preach the furry code,
Of friends and schemes and devious crimes,
As etched between the stone.
A Furre Tale
“On the forge of vallies,
Where pups gave warn;
Lied a town for tally,
Beneath earth’s morn.
Rivers shared wealth,
Where creatures dug hand;
Waves walked in stealth,
Whispered amongst the lands.
Dainty beds of grove,
Flooded with creation;
Upon no boat could row,
To end their starvation.
Help for no aid,
Could stumble up the mud;
And build the walls of clay,
When the day would be done.
Four paws could wield,
What two hands may not;
Soft mold as shield,
The canine would wrought.
Whiskers to flow
The black ink to words,
Like a foot through snow,
Or the fire as it burns.
Claws would rip and plow,
Their duty to give feed,
Seeds would soon be sowed,
To fill their dying need.
Osiris would give to judge,
His flesh would surely quiver;
Ra would stand to grudge,
And the stones would soon but shiver.
Up went life, and down fell man,
With paw upon this gravel.
Skulls were buried beneath the sand,
Their absence would surely ravel.
The sun, moon, stars, and sky,
Seemed to follow in favor.
Such was said from the astronomer’s eye,
From loyal power he savored.
Deep in the crooked walls,
Where kin would certainly sit;
Echoed the messengers calls,
Their friends had soon but sent.
Four there were, all to hold,
Allies strung so soft;
And in their hearts, they sung so bold,
Their merry chords aloft.
One t’was feline,
The others all apart;
Dog, Wolf, and Raccoon.
None were known for their smarts,
As they watched the setting noon.
Sadly but one sat, happily with others;
Two were solemn friends,
The others were brothers
T’when with a gentile woof,
Converse sprang so fast,
Each mind it slowly took,
To find the life that grasped.
Unwrap they did, of a dastardly plot,
To traverse the uncharted;
Tie they did, that plan in knot,
So proud, but yet outsmarted.
‘We’ll see the world,
Our fathers hide;
Unwrap it shall,
Apart our side.’
Exclaimed the kitten,
His snout adrift;
Tucked tight his mittens,
Those parting gifts.
‘Together men, we’ll part take;
Among this nouvelle journey.
Keep it quiet, for our sake;
Or the stake shall soon be burning.’
Snorted the wolf, his eyes ablaze,
Like a fire in the falling rain;
His tail had flicked in a wild craze;
As lust he did to savor pain.
‘Suppose we shall slip,
Or maybe come to stumble!
Let it escape our lips,
And not keep it so humble.’
Waved the raccoon,
With well being on his tip;
And oh how it swooned,
Right down to his hips.
‘Ease and enlighten,
Let lose your fear.
Our paths lay brightened,
Fate is so dear.’
Bumbled the fool,
His words had spilled;
To abide by rule,
And answer at will.
One by one, they exchanged a shake,
As they walked into the coming.
All had promised to give his take,
And keep quiet for fear of shunning.
Sleep they swallowed,
As dreams did rape,
When the stars scraped so hollow,
Against what was fake.
When gold had melted,
Against the blanket hills;
Eyes were but smelted,
As hearts pumped in thrill.
How the rays tickled,
And opened up each mind;
Each shining like the nickel,
To being their secreted crime.
Meeting among the dust,
Roads to that path;
Bricks gleamed with rust,
Time could not turn back.
Steady steed of wind,
Ruled by God’s string;
That noble lord of men,
Doth not wallow over thee.
Behind the diagonal wall,
Into the rancid plain;
Lied the earth’s endless hall,
Where ruled the insane.
Shadows stood beneath their feet,
Tundra’s laughed in fear;
Sense would soon take its leap,
To be ended by but a seer.
A Furre Tale Part 2
Stench was looming,
Friends gave mark;
To gather gloomy,
And rightfully start.
Eyes a’ dancing,
Side to side;
As weeds were prancing,
Within their right.
Out one speaks,
His hands to face;
Where forth words reek,
To take his place.
‘Fellows, how the skies greet,
Look how we are brought!
What a most wonderful treat,
To see what I had taught!
Years in that prison,
Friends, we are free;
Escaped from such a chasm,
To frolic in our glee.
Out now, we may search,
To find what is hidden;
Before our legs wind in that hearse,
And our souls are merely ridden.’
The others slowly nodded,
Their thoughts were all aligned;
Each choice had been so charted,
And now it was their time.
For weeks they strode the lands,
Without comfort, rest, or sleep;
T’was a pilgrimage in their hands,
Without the comforts of food to eat.
One by one to woe,
But yet that did not stop,
For to their promise owed-
They the finest of their ‘crop’.
Harvest they did, that selfish gut,
To bite upon their sleeves;
When ragged bones gave way a mut,
Such tears they could not grieve.
Carnivores with tongues in blood,
Reminded by that scent;
Could not bask their buds in mud,
To give in God’s repent.
When such occurred their faces flared,
Turn they did their fate;
By whimsical folly and a witty dare,
Survival was not great.
Lust had fallen upon the crowd,
And in a skip they had one thought,
‘Hark to such a noble sound,
That so long a fox could trot.’
Sin, oh how they did,
To one another’s pride;
Tearing under fur, deep in the skin,
All innocence would just die.
Tails entwined and so did tongue,
Ridding of that pain.
How could one live what done,
And still refuse to gain?
Begin it did, between all friends,
To shred those brothers apart;
A sacrifice, would surely cleanse,
Even if it was tart.
Unknowingly, the two would waddle,
Daggers behind their backs;
And when their steps grew but hallow,
The edges grew closer than that.
Into bone each cracked the two,
As they fell upon ‘each shoulder’;
The foolish monger would pull the skew,
Down they tumbled, the lifeless boulders.
Bodies now present,
For the feeding;
Scrounging like peasants,
Ignoring the pleading.
Mourn they did, their stomachs full,
Over their own greed;
Born it was, both as fools,
As childish grew their needs.
If monger would fall upon his heart;
The idiot would watch, his hands prepared.
As rib and arm were torn apart,
Neither being would be spared.
Pillage he would, of the dead’s rights,
Advocating love within its place;
Such a frame put up no fight,
And willingly was disgraced.
Now upon a ravaged night,
Where no star took its gleam;
There came in ear of blinded sight,
A city, as from a dream.
Golden was its gates,
Carved were its towers;
Up they followed so straight,
To glide for endless hours.
Foolish steps went up its porch,
And headed for the door;
Where wise man had taken seat,
And had small pity for the sleeper.
‘Know you well I do,
Your name has missed for years;
An image yet so fresh and new,
That shed but not one tear.
Your whiskers, tail, and paws so old,
Could come to conquer mine;
Let such a lesson be foretold,
In this smallest trickle of time.’
‘Spare me sir, I surely ache;
Under soul of pressure.
Those gates merely let them break,
And I will share my measure.’
He spoke in a mournful tone,
As he clasped his hands in prayer;
Hoping to strike upon a bone,
But all he received was a stare.
‘I hear your plea, but I ask,
You left home on word;
To find life was just your task,
Did you stumble upon the deserved?’
Wisely his tongue glided teeth,
Out sprung questions, to give no relief.
Strode he near that fallen side,
And from his face, he did not hide.
The fool raised his lips,
And turned that filthy head;
To answer was his only wish,
But his body had fallen dead.
No peep, no mutter escaped that throat,
To give its only reply;
But yet the question was thoroughly scoped,
To live means to only die.
