Roux

Under a hood forest green
Her eyes were kitten copper
Hidden under hair goblins red
Her smile was like a moon sliver

Her mood not the trio mean
Of help she needed an offer
Lost she waited to be led
Not knowing to follow the river

When to her aid came
A black beast with horn and mane
It ushered her back to home
With all due haste

Gone it went lest she tame
Out the wild and made so plain.
There she met the gnome
Who laid her lands to waste

With bow at the ready
And an arrow filled quiver
Questions of the little one asked
Answers he had none

She took an aim, holding steady
The gnome did give a shiver
He replied he had done as tasked
A request, he made one

That before his passing he may
Place the blame for blood spilt
To mighty warlords upon high
Who ride to neighbors and destroy

Her shot did she stay
So others may hear his guilt
Bound and gagged he would lie
Left under watch of neighbors boy

Departing the neighbor said
Roux where will you go
She was quick in her reply
To save our kin from fate most foul

In high hopes she forged ahead
A small band of fighters in tow
Quick work was what she imply
When warlords on high heard the howl

Across a valley green did they meet
Light glistening over Roux’s back
Golden warlords high replied in charge
Volleys answered thunderous hooves

The thick air turned rain sweet
As man fell in the attack
Roux lay no longer at large
Incompatible to warlords moves.

Lightning flashed from high above
As black beast emerged from cloud
His desire to aid in her need
Shocked back the victors in surprise

Landing gently as a dove
Horn bowed to Roux’s shroud
His life hers now did feed
Warlords shot down the noble prize

As red haired woman rise
Warlords fell in disbelief
What magic had been wrought
Made them tremble and stumble

She looked in each one’s eyes
Of their courage she was thief
Bowed in submission each one sought
To her whim they now humble.

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Formula of Eternal Life

All the riches could save us
My child collect and discuss
Silver for a disease or curse
Pestilence gone with Jade in your purse
Gold against enchantment
Pearls for containment
Emeralds keep a spirit safe
Agate keeps away the wraith
Moonstone to keep your dreams
Lapis will focus you schemes

A few more to help you keep score
Affordable if you don’t mind a dirt floor
Rubies help against haze
Jasper prevent your daze
Opals to clean the eyes
Turquoise to find a prize
Tin to clean up your ail
Platinum for where others fail

A shipment of each
There is nowhere out of reach
Fetch each I beseech
Together their power I will teach

Wealth will misery end
Smell the future down wind
With each precious acquisition
You ascend to a new position
Choice you are now granted
Bias toward you they are slanted
In your days give each away
Regaled will your name stay
Upend the class to which you rise
But give too much and meet demise.

Writing exercises

Wan weasel wander wistfully where whims’ want wishful wonder waiting where weasels whisk. Weasels wantonly wail woefully when white whale wants wan weasel’s wares. Wan weasel weighs whale’s wants while white whale wrangles weasel’s wares. Wan weasel won’t wage war with white whale. White whale won wan weasel’s wares.

Lithe llama leads lackadaisical little lamb. Lucky Labrador lets lamb lead llama. Lenticular lush lands lure lamb. Little lamb leaves llama’s light lead. Leadless lamb lunches lustfully. Llama lacks leal lackey. Longanimous Labrador leers longingly. Lessons learned:
1. Let Labrador lead lost lambs.
2. Llamas lack leadership.

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Mouse

I roam the chambers of my house
In search of a little mouse
The mouse cleans with broom
Empty is each room
I look at images on the walls
Analyzing the little scrawls
Mouse has neatened and smudged
Yet some details he can’t budge
Ideals shine through bright
While inspiration is cloaked in night
I hear the past call out
Not one I return the shout
Mouse is curtain hanging
Hiding doors, windows, lighting
Out, I take candle
Darkness it will handle
Yet smells I will not mask
My thoughts and fears
Progress toward me nears
In the dark they cower
Nigh each knows its power
Mouse scurries to my feet
Louse reeks of deceit
I kick it out
On its way
I send a shout.
Here he cannot play