The Carver Poor little Carver, captured by the herders Harnessed 'bove the boiling water Watching them threaten to shove that girder With their wicked and mighty haughter Poor little Carver, frightened of all those nasty bumble bees Buzzing and a droning just on cue So they don't know who to go after like those zombies, making him change his colours till he's right on hue Poor little Carver, far from home Thrown by chance into a nasty pit he's there carving against drone after drone oh how he wishes he had that emergency kit! Poor little Carver, it aint getting less harder.

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Shadows

Shadows: Curse you, little Shadow, curse you good. Why must you hide yourself from me, Concealing all the secrets that I wish I understood Out of my vision, hidden as can be. Perhaps this is your identity, that's what I've been told I can clearly see now how all your dice do tumble. This man informed me truly, for he's very old Now I know how to make order from your jumble. This young man says he's watched you closely Claiming that from looking he can tell me what you do. He says it's really nothing much that makes you ghostly, But it's false! He doesn't know you through and through. And I still know the truth Even though I'm no

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Seeds of Chaos, Chapter 1

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Acorleat

"It is time, Sannies" "What do you mean,'time', I'm not due for my test" Knocking resounds through the room. "Come in," I call, switching off my monitor, the writing I was previously working on disappearing into blackness. I send a psionic flicker towards the door at the same time, knocking the latch open. A red eye peeks through the door, a natural air of timidity about it. One of my newly arrived students, no doubt, there are usually two or three in a pod of about thirty Draconiods that want to meet with their instructor ahead of time. "Hello... umm." The fledgeling enters, sliding through the door and barely opening it at all. "Wa

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'Love'

Everybody knows the silly little word Many times we've said it, many times we've heard It is sometimes on, sometimes off, and Divinity forbid that we should scoff Yet if you were to ask To pin its nature is no small task For this word does everything you see, People receive it, objects, and even me Can you read it on a light? Or must there be a graph in sight? Can it come on its own? Given? Stolen? Taken in loan? Will it come automatically? Or does it just depend on you or me.

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Worlds

Worlds Marvel at the colours of my little world here for to create it I had to be quite the seer Made by creation, meld, and borrow You really can't see it? such a sorrow! Why would I look at your ghastly world? When I saw the terrible thing my lips rightly curled The hues all wrong, the contrast very askew I am very glad that similar worlds are so few Of course my world is better, what a foolish query trying to understand yours just makes me weary You are a fool to not see this, and rude as well Leave me be, and do not make me yell What is that you say? leave you be? And why does your world threaten me? Aeroil Taelroca

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