Lord of the Dark

Lord of the Dark
11.3.10

Night at last
The vicious sun has gone to sleep
The blue sky faded to black
The twinkling stars appear like angels watching the city
Feeding time again
I am the King of the Night
The Lord of the Dark
I rule the streets at night
Feeding on the evil
Here i am god
The people on the streets My cattle
They disappear
People scratch their heads but no one misses them much
My little meals on legs
Scum of the earth
The dealers and pimps
Thugs and thieves
No one will miss them
My cattle
Worthless wastes of space
Only good for one thing
Nourishment
Tonight i rule the streets
In the morning i will sleep
I am the night owl
God of the Dark
Master of the streets
Tonight i feed and tomorrow will be a brighter day
Thanks to me
The Lord of the Dark

The Lawman

The Lawman
11.3.10

He rode into town one hot summer day
Soaked with sweat from riding the range
His horse was white; a palomino
His gun was silver
His bullets gold
His hat ten gallons
His vest held a badge
"MARSHALL" it said
He lived on the edge
His draw was like lightning
His gun his best friend
When he found a villain
Its career would end
His name was Art Laws
He stood for the law
He protected the weak!
Did i mention his draw?
He came into town with a warrant in hand.
To arrest a villain who had killed 30 men
The man was a cad of this there's no doubt
He was really bad inside and out
Art tied up his horse by the sheriffs place
He entered the room to make a request
He asked where to look to find this bad man
The deputy shrugged and shook his hand
The marshall got a room at the nearby hotel
Then he went to the saloon to look for himself
He asked a few questions but got no replies
He noticed the fear in the bartender's eyes
He ordered a gin and he sat down to relax
The room slowly cleared except for 1 man in the back.
3 men entered and all wearing guns
The piano player then left on the run.
"Marshall," one called. "we've come for you.
If you want to take Billy you'll have to take us, too."
"Well if you insist," Art said with a smile.
By this time, he was facing them all.
One hit the floor. Art's gun smoked.
The other 2 drew, and both hit the floor.
Art turned about, his gun was still drawn.
There stood a man at the back of the saloon.
"Thanks," said the Marshall. The man sat back down.
"I hate unfair fights. not allowed in my town!"
The Deputy walked in "you got em i see!"
"Thanks to that citizen over there who helped me."
"Who?" asked the Deputy. "Theres no one back there."
Then Laws looked back and saw an empty chair.
The Deputy smiled,"Very funny.
Next thing you'll tell me the Sheriff was there.
Billy and his friends killed him right over there."
Marshall Laws left town the next day,
But he stopped to look back as he was moving away.
"Dont worry," said the Sheriff
Who was standing there.
"Long as im on the job, Their kind will be rare."

The Tiger

The Tiger
11.4.10

He sat and stared at the blank page before him. He was a pro who had never had a loss for words. and now..."If Andrews loses, the beast will just be hunted by another. If Saboo were to lose, I'd be out of a job..."

"Dr. Andrews had been waiting for this chance for years. At last, it had come. He was face to face with the biggest, meanest tiger in all of the jungle. The cat had crouched and was ready to pounce on him. He slowly cocked the gun and waited. His shot would have to be true. If he winged the beast, he would be its next victim."

He stopped."Maybe I should call it all off. Jerry did such a magnificent job with the drawings, but heck, people are tired of the tiger always winning. I've been doing the same old crap for years. Saboo always wins. It's not right."A long, mindless stare at the wall."Yes. thats what i'll do. i'll kill the tiger. The readers will devour it."He turns to the typewriter. Banging like a crazed madman. He hears a noise at the back door. He ignores it. He keeps typing. another noise louder. He keeps typing...

The next day, the inspectors stand over the body."No sign of forced entry. must be a suicide."

"Looks like he was attacked by a large animal to me."

"But the doors were all locked. and the house is empty.

"How could he have torn himself apart like that alone?"

The inspectors scratch their heads as fresh blood drips from the top of the desk.

ZAN, THE DRAGON SLAYER

ZAN, THE DRAGON SLAYER
11.5.10

The great Duke Zan Was in his land
With a sword in his hand
The sun did shine
A light so fine
It brightened the whole land
The prince of Zeth
Quite out of breath
Rushed into the room
Thru pants of strife
His very life
He feared He soon would lose
"O mighty Zan," he strained to say
"The king requests your sword today
A dragon roams my father's land
Who makes a mouse of every man
My father said at last night's feast
You were the one to destroy the beast."
"Say words no more," sir Zan thus cried.
"For my homeland I'd give my life."
Duke Zan was told by Zac, his page
Dracul, the dragon, was seen in Dage
The prior day where he retired
The king's best men when he breathed fire
So Zan and Zac tracked down Dracul
Zan rode a steed and Zac a mule
Zan donned his shield his sword held high
The beast he swore would surely die
His charger shied from the breath so hot
Zan kicked its rib.
It then did trot
A harder kick
The charger ran
Zan's sharpest lance firm in his hand
A gopher hole was in his path
The charger tripped
Zan threw the lance
Straight and true the lance did fly
As Dracul's fire shot thru the sky
And in his heart the lance does rest
Thru mighty scales that cover his chest
A single place had been open
As the monster breathed out and in
Duke Zan today wears a mask
To cover the scars of his greatest task
His face was burned as fire seaped thru
Holes in the visor he once could see thru
Now the prince is king as fate would give
And blind Duke Zan
Now forgotten does live
People ask, "Did dragons ever live?"
But noble Duke Zan
No answer does he give
A hero's life is a lonely one,
Especially when the work is done

Root for Jackson

ROOT FOR JACKSON
11.5.10

The gnarled roots were very unusual; Jackson had never seen anything like them. They were packed in a wooden box imprinted with foreign names. It was odd that they should be left in the alley.

Reaching down, Jackson touched one of them; he then picked it up. It was much heavier and softer than he expected. In fact, it felt a little like dead flesh. He smoothed its bumps and ridges with his thumb; then he put it back and felt vaguely uneasy. Its sweet odor was strange and unfamiliar to him. He wondered why the roots had been left in the deserted alley.

His mouth felt dry as he reached into the box again, and he picked up another one; it was smaller. It too was pulpy, and it had the same pungent smell. Using a handkerchief, he wrapped up the root, and he put it in his windbreaker. He glanced over his shoulder as he did this, because he suddenly had a strong, unmistakable feeling he was being watched.

When he got home, he put the root in his bedroom. He went into the living room; he wanted to grab a drink from the kitchen refrigerator. Suddenly, a blinding light shone through the window. A dark shape appeared in it, and Jackson felt as tho his head was held in a giant hand. The light died down, and the shape became visible.

It had the same unfamiliar odor coming from it, and its skin was the same as the roots'. It raised its odd arm and pointed its twig-like finger at Jackson. Jackson could not move. tho he could still use his senses. Five creatures, nearly the same size as the first, came from Jackson's bedroom.

"Daddy," said one, who moved beside the creature. The others followed it, and then the creature lowered his arm after listening to their senseless chatter.

"Thank you," said the father, "for taking care of my sons." He held up the box. "Our spaceship was stranded on your planet, and the children were ready to leave the larval stage and sprout from their egg when i left to find food. I left their mother in charge of them, but she was afraid of your enormous size, so she didnt attack you. I will take care to scold her for not telling you of our dilemma."

He then was engulfed, with his sons, into the light again, and they disappeared with it.

Jackson decided to tell no one of this, yet he did not feel it was over. He saw a seventh creature appear at the door, and he laughed when it asked to "phone home?"