Kroomigosht in matterhorn,
Tibidan,
Campanato,
Trebilinsk imagino,
Octupilo,
Incredivo.

Balacon de izmakanst,
Irregulo,
Und domino.

Plegakanst de torakanst,
Di plegiro,
Tu denivo.

Satanica!
Demirak!
Goon darak tem origad,
E turro dicengeratsz,
Hua dego!
Hua mendo!
Denigan,
E radican.

Glad you all liked it.

Look out, look out,
Theres an orgasm about.
Its trapped in grandma's shoe.
I try and poke it out with a pencil,
But it just wont shift.

Look out, look out,
Theres an orgasm about.
Its dancing on the telly.
I try and make a grab for it,
But it just gives me a filthy look and warns me not to be so silly.

Look out, look out,
Theres an orgasm about.
Its run amok and hid behind the sofa.
I try and fetch it out with the hoover,
But its firmly wedged in the corner.

Look out, look out,
Theres an orgasm about.
Its crawling up the wall.
I try and catch it with a net on a stick,
But it just fights and escapes out of the window.

She awoke once more, this time feeling a little refreshed after the ritual. The old one came over to the bed and sat down. Jaq sat up a little.

"Jaq, you must listen to me. The orb has shown me the truth. Now i can see the bigger picture. Buried in the mines is a thought controll machine, and every corporation that ever was, wants to get their hands on it, so they can enslave the whole star system. If youre mother had known that these secrets were in youre mind, she would not have put you in so much danger. She would have protected you untill she found a way to retrieve the information, then, she would have kiled you. The fact that she is youre mother, really, means nothing to her."

He paused, thoughtfully, then added,

"If we and all the worlds are to survive, then the machine must be destroyed, before it falls into the hands of the tyrants. There are not many who truly know what is the mine, except that it is something powerfull and worth spilling blood for. The codes required to start the machine are hidden in youre mind, and this puts you in great danger. Others will come after you to try and obtain the codes, then, like youre mother, put you to the blade.

He paused again, took a deep breath then sighed,

"Now however, i must meet with the rest of the elders, to decide what is to be done, and you must come and greet youre brothers and sisters."

She must have fallen to sleep, as she was now being roused from her slumber by the old one.

"come, it is time" he said solemly.

He helped Jaq up from the bed and led her over to the centre of the circle where she sat down. He picked up a skull bowl and drank half of the dark bitter liquid which it contained, then gestured to Jaq that she must do the same. She drank, then passed the bowl back to the old one who returned it back to the shelf. The old one took a deep breath and raised his arms. He held his breath for a moment, gathering his energies, then, when he judged that the energies had concentrated enough inside him, he exhaled with all his effort, sending a thick jet of black smoke into the air beetween him and Jaq. He started to mumble strange words, at first, under his breath, then gradually getting louder and louder. As he chanted and muttered, the smoke began to change from a random mass, into a sphere, which slowly, like a newly forming planet, began to attract more and more of the smoke to itself, till it became what looked like a solid black orb. Jaq could feel the power of the ritual in her mind. It was like a pulsing electrical current that was getting stronger and stronger. She was worried that these feelings would become too much for her and that she may not survive. Suddenly, a beam of blue light shot out of her forehead into the smoke orb, and pictures and images began to form. The old one stopped chanting, the link had been established. He could see what looked like lines of text on a monitor, but the text was in a language that he was not familliar with. He could also see some kind of machine, buried deep within a mine somewhere. He knew what all this meant straight away with no hesitation. After a short period of time he decided that he had seen all that he needed to. With a wave of his arm, he aborted the ritual. The beam from Jaq's forehead vanished, then there was a brilliant flash of light and the orb vanished too. Jaq rolled over onto the floor, exhausted, again. The old one helped her to her feet and back over to the bed on which she had been lying prior to the ritual.

Jaq had survived the ritual. There was no need to call his daughter home to answer him now. The brief images that had formed in the vision orb, had shown him everything he needed to know. Now he knew why all those companies and familys had been fighting for controll of the mines and it was now crystal clear why Xiao had let her daughter into so much danger. Xiao didnt know that the secrets had been hidden in Jaq's mind all this time. But he had yet to tell Jaq. He hoped she would be able to understand. For now though, she must rest again and sleep.

He held her for a moment. He could not believe she had made it. Against all the odds Jaq was here, now, in front of him, though exhausted and pale. She could hardly stand, her eyes seemed as though they were full of the emptyness of space, and a distant longing to return to the world she had left so many ages past. He put his arm around her shoulder, he spoke tenderly, "come, we have much to do, and time is passing quickly into fractionality, we must prepare you for the ritual to release the information and the codes from youre mind". He turned to Loriken, "Loriken, there can be no thanks and no rewards great enough to be given to you, to reflect the greatness of youre deed that you have done today, in time you will live on as a hero, immortal and vibrant in the storys of ages, but now you must go, there will be others that may follow you, to find this place and destroy all of our kind. Be away and be watchfull. We will send you power charms and weapons to assist." Loriken turned, looked back at the old one as he led Jaq from the shore into the forest, smiled, then flew back out into the fog, and was gone as the fog closed around him.

He held her tightly as they picked their way carefully through the gloomy tangle of ancient roots that spiled out onto the path. In some places great fern covered archways had formed over time, which they had to go through and under,in others, the roots were more like moss covered logs, slippery and olive green. It was not far though, to the great rock and the cave at the centre of the island...

Thank you. I really appreciate youre comment.

Brother moon,
You are always in my heart,
You carry me when my soul seems to fall apart,
When my sword is broken,
A wave of youre hand makes swift repair,
When my eyes are filled with oceans of tears,
You give me a hug,
And i smile once more.

Oh brother moon,
I beat my sword on my chest in youre honour,
I burn myrrh and hemp for you,
And send it up into the four quarters of space.

Oh brother moon,
You are my sun,
In the forest at night,
Here i sharpen my weapons,
And sing forgotten songs for you.

Thanks to both of you! I'm really pleased you liked this poem and i am glad that it bought you pleasure.

There may be yet, more adventures of the beast, but i've got so many ideas about all sorts of different things bouncing around in my head at the moment, it is impossible to say whether or not i will be able to write something moon/werewolf themed, at some point in the near future.

I'm so hungry,
So, so hungry.

My brother moon takes his throne in the night sky,
My mouth salivates,
I can think of nothing,
Other than the juicy shredding,
Of a nice twenty four ounce steak beetween my teeth,
With salt and vinegar soaked fries,
Peas,
Mushrooms,
Beer battered onion rings,
And a halved gilled tomato.

Shall i venture,
From the ancient forest,
Out into the town,
To seek out my pleasure?

The last time they shot bullets at me,
And shouted and yelled,
Yet the need for cow flesh,
Is so overpowering,
I am the bravest wolf alive.

I sneek cautiously into the bar,
The power of my brother moon guides me,
They do not see through my disguise,
Trilby,
Long coat,
Shades,
And holding a lit cigar in my paws.

I order my meal and feast like a glutton,
A beast,
A demon,
A crude and radiant pig,
Lost to the instinct to feed.

I drink twenty beers,
Then i leave,
And rape a cowboy,
On the way back to my den.

Then,
When we pass on,
To what we think will be a better place,
We arrive,
Full of joy and hope,
But theres nobody home,
Just emptyness and eternal space.

As they soared through the sky, visible only as a black silouette obscuring the stars as they passed, Loriken tried again and again to reach her with his thought wave, desperatley trying to maintain the optimum speed that would take them to their destination. In his heart he had a terrible feeling that it was too late. Then, Jaq's body seemed to twitch in his grasp and he felt a presence in his mind. It was Jaq. At last! He'd managed to make a connection. Even if he couldnt maintain the link for long, it was enough to indicate that Jaq was still there. This knowledge fuelled his determination. He would not let her go, even if this meant his own death in the process of trying to save her. He clenched his teeth tightly and tried to ignore the rising burning sensations in the muscles of his wings.
They sped on and on through the night. The monstrous teeth of mountains buried in darkness rose up to meet them, then fell away again as the mountains gave way to a marshy river plain partly obscured, here and there, by a dense glowing fog. From here Loriken could find the lakes and the Old Ones by instinct alone. He would not let her down.

But she couldnt. Every last part of her energy seemed to be draining away into the concrete, through the soles of her feet. In that moment she realised many things. It was as though every experience she had ever had in life, had crystallised into one single, concentrated feeling in her brain. She had no words to describe this to her self, she was mute and dumb in the presence of thoughts that were completly alien to her. Thoughts that had been there all her life, which only now seemed to be raging to the surface of her battered mind.

Thanks guys.

Tedium, six, Happiness, nil.
Ignorance, four, Sincerity, one.
Brotherly Love, nil, Jealousy, three.
Two Faced f***ers, three, Honour, nil.
Friendships, nil, Emptyness, two.
Isolation, three, Laughter, nil.
Robots, four, Truth, one.
Sex, nil, c*nts, eight.

Yep i like this one. LOL!

His eyes say it all,
Theres nobody home,

The weight of his worrys,
Have blown his brain,

Inside his skull,
A TV snowstorm,

The eyes are empty,
His face expressionless,

He's gone on a journey,
To be deleted.

Now i lay me down to sleep,
I pray Tom Of Finland my soul to keep,
If i should die before i wake,
I pray Tom Of Finland my soul to take.

:)