I AM FORD - A Poem

[PanicZealot 648]

I AM FORD

I BREAK UP CIVIL DISCORD

AND RIP OUT VOCAL CORDS

 

IF YOU ARE EVIL...

 

I WILL RIP YOU ASUNDER

AND ROAR LIKE HOWLING THUNDER.

 

DO NOT TEST ME
FOR YOU WILL NOT BEST ME

 

I BATHE IN BLOOD

AND ROLL IN THE MUD

IF I EVER CATCH YOU LACKING

BETTER BELIEVE I'LL SEND YOU HOME PACKING

 

IT IS FOR THESE REASONS

AND MANY MORE

THAT I AM FORD.

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*Signed in blood

 

[JediMaestro 240]

[BurberLord123 375]

i am . . .

 

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

Shiver me fuckin timbers ...

[Zonty 994]

Past the verdant & wilted crones, past undulating hills, through meadows and wealds a corvid rides upon a wind. This day brought a strange breath -- a gale that ushers the bird to scapes he never wandered before.

He passes a steep cliff and his glazed eye catches an odd glint. He adjusts his feathers and flexes his muscle; a minimum effort but effort enough to swerve. He discovers a fracture in stoic stone, landing on a ledge at its precipice. From outside, scarcely anything the little bird manages to descry.

Curiousity wins him over and he lobs himself through the chasm & into the unknown.

 

He brings with his entry a wind, his wings disturbing a stale air. Dust rolls along the floor of the chamber. His onyx glance roves along the intricacy splaying beneath him, while the only sound reverberating throughout the cavern is the flap of his wings. He discerns in the twilight unbreaking beneath a canopy of stone a flourished design wrought not by a nature's hand. Rock, different from what comprises the cave, moulded to strange shapes, and with strange patterns chiseled in their countenance.

 

The wind churns. No. It is not just a zephyr anymore that unsettles the air. There is a breath aloft; a reeking taint. There is graveyard beneath the corvid, though he does not know it.

The stone screeches.

By instinct, the critter bolts. Thrashing with his wings he reaches the escape.

But before his lithe form weasels through it a viridiscent light overwhelms the cavern. The bird is not quick enough to loose a simple caw. For a moment, there is only darkness.

 

Then the green aether wakes again, and something scrapes. But it is not stone against stone now, but a leisure gait. A plap of ivory -- of bone -- upon the cracked rock. A pale figure -- now distinctly visible in the colours writhing around his wretched form. He wakes, from his ancient tomb. POP..! A new emerald flash and he is gone; departed from a prison that once sealed him. An evil let loose.

 

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