Winged Termite

She's such a little one
Barely bigger than a penny
So dainty and so vulnerable
With wings like gossamer
A body almost clear
Six little legs tumbling
She's got a mission on her mind
One of a million
Millions of trillions
She flies with her kin
Bringing a mist to the skies
As thousands of wing pairs hum
A chordant tune of choice
She takes to the skies, free
With one thing on her mind
As those around her are eaten
Mercilessly devoured in gulps
She leaves the tower safe
She flies on and on
Past the wildfire and the storm
Past the winged finch and the eater
Past the bug and the swishing tail
The grubs that she eats
And the grubs that eat her
Those that lie in wait
And those that don't
That are victims of opportunity
Past them she thrives
As all her kin dies
And she flies on, flies on
Past dangers worse
And problems harder
To make finally a rest
A small nest, and next
She gives birth
To millions and trillions
To thousands of her new kin
All another generation
To build another tower
Of clear bodies and tiny jaws
All hail to the new queen

Alternative Arthur

Once upon a time
In a land far away
There was a little shepherd boy
With the greatest part to play
He was a king without a kingdom
A man without the growth
He had a purpose to live to
"Ane perrfekt legende trowthe"
He knew the word Excalibur
And he knew the name of the Mage
But just how to get two together
Would prove to be strange
For there was a big old tree
And there was a mighty half bro
Whose name was Kay, it be said
And he fretted to and fro
Oh yes he forgot his sword
At the tourney to make a king
And his little kin found another
Beside the tree that could sing
Sing of old my friend, my dear
Sing of things never sung
With a voice of ages old
Of a man who was never young
And there was a sword there
Lodged tight in a boulder
Little boy lifted it out
Hefted it onto his shoulder
And then the song broke
It died in gorgeous g sharp
And the spell of the tree broke
Snapping like the string of a harp
Out from the tree the Mage stepped
He blinked and cocked his head
He looked at the boy,
Proclaimed him the king
And history became not future
But history instead.

Random line

And I think wow
Okay
I can put them altogether in a certain type of way.

Secret Other People

This is just a conversation between you and me
I talk to people that other's cannot see
I know I am mad, and I know they're in my head
But sometimes it's easier to talk to them instead.
Instead of real people, instead of life,
Instead of those who wouldn't understand my strife
Because these people inside, they're made of me,
And that is why its so incredibly easy
To forget everything that is real and true
To instead concentrate on what makes me blue
For blue is the colour of my mind and soul
Blue is the colour that makes me whole
Its not the colour of the sky overhead,
In Scotland the sky is grey instead,
Grey clouds and grey rain and grey mist,
Hidding the white sun that is always missed.
Missed by everyone except me and my friends,
We'll banter always until the very end
Just because I have a rabbit to talk to
Doesn't mean I have other friends - they're just not you
Instead they are folk who are pieces of me
And that is why I can forget them so easily

Human condition

The first child screams as the first death
Blood gargles back in her last breath
Back into her throat to choke as she does
All in the sight of the father who dies
As the mother cannot cope, grasps the knife
Stressed by fear and stressed by strife
She kills the children, left right and one two
In front of he who keeps saying, "I love you."
She turns to him the very last of all
And nothing is left but the final to fall
She pauses in the glint of new morn
Her knife reflecting first light of dawn
And he repeats, "I love you. I love you."
And she replies, she stabs, "I do too."

Running

They tried to take me
But I ran before they could
The doors swung open
The ropes unbound
And so I ran

My feet whispered
On the dry red ground
I passed by grasses
And people
Without sound

Those people who had me
Had been caught
By unawares
And the new ones who wanted
Freed me instead

Past them I ran
Fleeing that prison
Flowers blooming all over
As I ran
As I ran

I passed houses and fields
Mountains and stream
Flocks of sheep and horses
Resting birds, waking cows
Passing as if a dream

I was fleeting and I was fast
Fast as I ran
Ran to where my feet took me
Miles and miles and miles

Eventually I got to
The place that I wanted
There was a small house
And a small stream
Forwards I ran
Ran through the door
To cry "I'm home."