"Poems are the breath of life.' murmurs Lilah. You look at her amazed. "So, I have a soft spot. Go ahead, read some."
THE SENSES OF WAR
By the steps of oh so few,
Though I'm not sure why,
The some make them die
These eyes have seen the coldness of war
My eyes have witnessed executions
with a stinging flavor of gore,
they have seen blood filled pools and to the horror,
they had unsightly features.
I wonder...my little son
when you hear the swing of the blade
in the perilous years to come,
Will you be able to evade?
By Rexamaidn
"The Warrior is Afraid"
I'm the last one you'd call weak
I'm the ype you seek
In times of trouble and war
To go into the enemy's lair
I'm rough, I'm tough, as hard as nails
I'm a n impenetrable fort
Never vunerable, never afraid,
of anything- killing, death, or the enemy sort...
That's what everybeast says
You'd never believe taht I'm weak
You'd never think I could be scared
Nobeast would ever venture to think
That behind my blade
This warrior is afraid
Sometimes I shiver behind my helmet
At the sight of the enemy ranks
Some times, I'm scared I won't make it. Across war's treacherous banks
I'm scared, I'm sad
I go home and sob
A warrior's life isn't simple
But it's true that behind this blade,
The warrior is afraid
I'm not that old
I'm rather young
Is etched into my past
Yes, behind this blade,
The warrior is afraid
Killing is not glamorous
Not beautiful or good
The life of any species is precious
Be it goodbeast or vermin rude...
My blade is stained by vermin blood
Still, behind this blood-red blade,
The warrior is afraid
We're not a breed apart
From the peaceful ones
We need a shoulder to cry on
Often down my cheek, a salty tear runs
For you see, behind this blade
The warrior is afraid.
By Ranir Limaf
Ways of a Warrior
Honesty, respect
Follow the code
Protect the weak
Your blade unbounds the wickedness of evil.
Strike out with courage,
Wisdom too
Stay to defend
As long as possible
When your time has come,
Go.
Don't resist
By Rudd Swiftstream
"Red Sandstone"
Red sandstone
Once in the ground
Then some used to build an evil fort
Red sandstone
Once in the ground
Then quarried out
By woodlanders
Red sandstone
Quarried by Goodbeasts
Then carved into evenly shaped blocks
By skilled woodlander masons
Red sandstone
Carved by masons
Then set, one atop the other
To build walls high
Red sandstone
Set to build walls high
Then finished off
Into a grand abbey
Red sandstone
Finished into an abbey
Then moved into
by good woodlanders
Red sandstone
Moved into by woodlanders
Then attacked time and again
By evil vermin
Red sandstone
Attacked by vermin
Then defended bravely
By its inhabitants
Red sandstone
Defended by inhabitants
Then ringing with the sound of woodlanders
And the peal of the great bell
Written by Ranir Limaf
As the Warrior sits among his friends
He thinks to himself, I hope my life never ends!
Next to him, the recorder sips some shrewbeer,
He says aloud: I'm the happiest here!
Across the lawn, a healer lay
As he hums to himself: I love this day!
A scout, leaning upon a great big ole tree,
Asks politely: I want my mint tea!
by Jade Treeflyer
The Bellmaker and His Daughter
The Bellmaker and his daughter
Sailed across the sea
With a wonderfully cast bell
That was Salamandastron's to be
But fate had another idea
About where the bell should go
Searats took over the Bellmaker's ship, and so,
The bellmaker was put in a dark, deep prison
And the daughter was made to be a slave, but the daughter was strong
And the vermin were wrong
If they thought this would last for all days
The Daughter broke free, and rebellion started
And good always wins in the end
The vermin all lost
But at great costs
For many strong beasts were killed that night
But the BEllmaker and his Daughter
Were free
Once more
~Marril
An Ode to A 'Sparra'
Many, many years ago, a sparrow came to me
She screeched and scratched and flew around, just like a little bee
I decided to come up
With a plan of my own
I thought and thought,
To no avail
Until I saw the stone
It was green and greyish brown
And smelled a lot like dirt
And as the famous molespeech goes,
Right then my plan was 'Gurt'
I flew up high into the sky
And dropped the rocky bomb
It fell and fell right to the ground
And hit the bird head on
Afterwards, I felt sorry,
That I had done that
I flew down to the birdie,
And found a misformed bat!
I felt really saddened, and picked teh "birdbat" up.
I found a small sheltered ditch taht looked just like a cup
I cannot think anymore,
So I will have to quit
I don't have anything to do
So, I guess I'll just have to sit.
by Anonymous
Fiercewing's Fight Against Irrka-Jeer
My talons and my great strong beak,
are wepons used by me
I scratch and claw and peck and bite,
Against the enemy
If he tries to surprise me,
I will turn right around
Then I'll shoot back at him
And claw him to the ground
He'll get right up
And fly around in the cloudy air
He'll look really, really angry
But do I really care?
After that I fly at him,
and hit his big white wing
He will fall straight to teh gorund,
And I will surely sing!
I go to my friend Powerbeak
And tell him what happened
I think I'm done, I think I'm through
This just might be the end!!!
But wait, but wait,
There is some more
The story's almost done
I get to have a nice, long rest,
Which will be really fun!
by Anonymous
The fresh air is cool
The lake is but a gentle pool
You genly let your tired feet sway in the water
The night is a quiet one
As the creatures lay waiting for the arrical of the sun
You are enjoying the nice midnight weather
But the night has saddened your thoughts
Reminding you of the place you called home
The place you had grown to love, the place they call Redwall
There, you can sit in the orchard and watch the fruit grow
All the plants there, sitting row by row
Until harvest time comes, when leaves turn to crimson gold
You regret the day you decided to leave
To leave that paradise of the a place
But you were young and in your hurried haste
Ah, but now, as you sit among the young grass
You emind yourself of the times you had during thus long travel
And you know you will never be complete, staying in one spot
No matter how peaceful and satisfying that place may be.
Jade Treeflyer
Dark as the night
evil as fright
dead, by the side of Redwall
Even Cluny wouldn't let me crawl
I entered the great hall,
To steal a corner of the treasure
which hung upon the wall
I went through a certain dangerous measure
To do my master's bidding
While he was outside, only sitting
As I lay dead by the roadside,
A great warrior mouse came to me
He took my precoius dagger which I did hide
He fought many dangers, while I lay in misery
Do you know who I am, or was? (answer this question and get 4 pts!)
Jade Treeflyer
An old ugly searat came up to me to say
"Me matey, you better run an' 'ide
For Scolrigg the mighty be a comin dis way"
I replied to teh searat in a bold fearless voice
"Scolrigg the Mighty ya say
and I thought I would never see the day
"Run, run, run for you rlive
or you will go for a might big dive
when Scolrigg the mighty lays eyes on you"
"I thank you for this warning, but may I ask who
are you to be me this?"
"Why, i am Scolrigg the Mighty!"
"Are you sure 'bout taht my searat friend?"
"Yes, of course, I know who I am."
"If what you say is true, then I suggest you scram!"
I chased him day and night
for an old rat, he was really a fright
But I caught him on the very third day
and it is true what he said
But of course, he was no Warlord
But a very crazy rat
Jade Treeflyer
Martin
His voice echoing through our heads
His tortured thoughts
Ideas unread
The tall figure
Armored
In past days
His heart bled
for his laterose,
lost and dead
Their souls touched and their thoughts read
By a grown molemaid
In treetrunk dead
Now he lies in threshold space
And upon a tapestry
resewn in place
Through all eyes he sees
Brothers and sisters
true warriors that be
I am that is
LET ALL BE FREE
Aubretia
