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hearts and hooves!
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gimli_m.
Even a language barrier can't save you from my poetry now, mwahahaha!
When winter holds us in strongest thrall
But starts to let go at last,
When morning fogs rise and cover all,
When winds sprinkle frozen dust,
In forest burrow, below dark pines,
Where no man or beast may tread,
Wakes up the one we call Valentine,
For he is no longer dead.
He digs away, from his slumber freed,
And crawls to see the sun.
There, he is joined by his silent steed.
Snow melts not on either one.
Jumps into the saddle with eerie skill,
His horse leaves no tracks behind,
And then he rides through the winter chill,
An evil upon mankind.
If you keep dogs, hurry, bring them in,
And bolt every shutter well.
A mortal hound is no foil, no kin
To Valentine’s hounds of Hell.
Beware, they hunt on the forest trails
Without making a sound,
Dogs’ sides are covered in serpent scales,
And venom drips to the ground.
Alas, poor man whom they take today,
Should never been born at all.
A mere beastie may maim, or slay,
But Valentine steals your soul.
Drained of all warmth, hapless wretch will rise,
Touched by the forbidden art,
The winter chill fills his opened eyes,
Dark venom runs through his heart.
So sad and pale, he will walk, bewitched,
Forgetting his former ways,
No longer knowing the human speech,
Or warmth of the summer days.
Then, drunk and dreary with winter sighs,
He falls in his deadly doze.
Snake scales appear upon his sides.
His feet and his hands now claws.
Are you all scared of deadly woe?
Is every heart frozen, too?
The men of old also knew this foe
And they knew just what to do.
The evil winter hates living breath,
And spawns many kinds of threat.
But we have wards against every death,
And they did not fail us yet.
Fire, garlic, tansy and aspen wood,
Keep vampyr from getting close,
A triple knot binds a wolf for good,
Ghoul flees when a rooster crows.
A drowned vila can’t stand a cat,
Cold iron keeps elf away,
The wheel stills turns, weaving constant thread,
These things you must do today:
Fetch autumn apples, the sweet ones, see?
A bucket of honey, too.
Dark chocolatl from across the sea
Is worse, but will have to do.
The ways of evil are hard to tell,
They differ from yours or mine,
Things that are sweet, by the taste or smell,
Are horrid to Valentine.
Stitch little bags, stuff each tight with straw
In likeness of human heart,
And paint them red, to mislead the foe
Who cannot tell whole from part.
Find some rag dolls, bind to every fence,
Make bears from scraps of fur.
These figurines are your first defense,
And they will protect you, sir.
Good wife, if you love your man at all,
His heart you must thus defend.
Then Valentine will ride past your wall
And stay his accusing hand.
Conduct your business, but toe the line,
Look after your home and farm.
Prepare. Hide. He is Valentine.
He comes. Keep yourself from harm.
gimli_m.Even a language barrier can't save you from my poetry now, mwahahaha!
When winter holds us in strongest thrall
But starts to let go at last,
When morning fogs rise and cover all,
When winds sprinkle frozen dust,
In forest burrow, below dark pines,
Where no man or beast may tread,
Wakes up the one we call Valentine,
For he is no longer dead.
He digs away, from his slumber freed,
And crawls to see the sun.
There, he is joined by his silent steed.
Snow melts not on either one.
Jumps into the saddle with eerie skill,
His horse leaves no tracks behind,
And then he rides through the winter chill,
An evil upon mankind.
If you keep dogs, hurry, bring them in,
And bolt every shutter well.
A mortal hound is no foil, no kin
To Valentine’s hounds of Hell.
Beware, they hunt on the forest trails
Without making a sound,
Dogs’ sides are covered in serpent scales,
And venom drips to the ground.
Alas, poor man whom they take today,
Should never been born at all.
A mere beastie may maim, or slay,
But Valentine steals your soul.
Drained of all warmth, hapless wretch will rise,
Touched by the forbidden art,
The winter chill fills his opened eyes,
Dark venom runs through his heart.
So sad and pale, he will walk, bewitched,
Forgetting his former ways,
No longer knowing the human speech,
Or warmth of the summer days.
Then, drunk and dreary with winter sighs,
He falls in his deadly doze.
Snake scales appear upon his sides.
His feet and his hands now claws.
Are you all scared of deadly woe?
Is every heart frozen, too?
The men of old also knew this foe
And they knew just what to do.
The evil winter hates living breath,
And spawns many kinds of threat.
But we have wards against every death,
And they did not fail us yet.
Fire, garlic, tansy and aspen wood,
Keep vampyr from getting close,
A triple knot binds a wolf for good,
Ghoul flees when a rooster crows.
A drowned vila can’t stand a cat,
Cold iron keeps elf away,
The wheel stills turns, weaving constant thread,
These things you must do today:
Fetch autumn apples, the sweet ones, see?
A bucket of honey, too.
Dark chocolatl from across the sea
Is worse, but will have to do.
The ways of evil are hard to tell,
They differ from yours or mine,
Things that are sweet, by the taste or smell,
Are horrid to Valentine.
Stitch little bags, stuff each tight with straw
In likeness of human heart,
And paint them red, to mislead the foe
Who cannot tell whole from part.
Find some rag dolls, bind to every fence,
Make bears from scraps of fur.
These figurines are your first defense,
And they will protect you, sir.
Good wife, if you love your man at all,
His heart you must thus defend.
Then Valentine will ride past your wall
And stay his accusing hand.
Conduct your business, but toe the line,
Look after your home and farm.
Prepare. Hide. He is Valentine.
He comes. Keep yourself from harm.