Life begins
All is tranquil
Disaster strikes
All now is still
One soul left
Taken in
Changed for a new home
New blood within
Now beyond human
Skills that surpass
A warrior born
In her own class
A mighty gift
With just one aim
Invincible
Puts all to shame
O pirates of the final frontier, all,
I warn: With you, she'll have a ball
The kind where it's a giant brawl
And in the end, you all shall fall
For help you'll be unable to call
She's won against everything, big and small
When she's done, you won't even crawl
For she's the best of them all
FerreTrip on DeviantArthttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/https://www.deviantart.com/ferretrip/art/Lina-and-the-Unfathomable-One-305537550FerreTrip
One day, the mansion awoke to find
a distinctly emptier world.
The mercenaries had vanished--
Avis, Hampton, Serf, Ka & Ze,
and Gus, this last taking his mother
while another took her little Flourish.
Gyrewynt was gone with the wind.
Verbena had chickened out, returning
from whence she came.
Amaranth had risen from his edged home,
rendering it simple and silver once more,
and disappeared into the ether.
Florent had departed on a journey,
bidding farewell to his brother
while a different brother did so to his.
Pierre, accompanying his papa,
had parted with the house,
neither speaking to the boy's father
ever again.
The only
One calico and two like kittens.
Small, sweet, gentle.
Always found together,
bound together
by the chains on their hearts.
Calico: Green-eyed.
Likes watching out the window.
Wants to be in a play,
someday play
with the children next door.
Kitten: Spot on arm.
Enjoys hunting strings and feathers.
Looks forward to bathing,
if bathing
happens in a warm sunbeam.
Kitten: White legs.
Waits patiently at dinnertime.
Paws at the television screen,
climbs screen
doors to feel a real breeze.
She lies amidst reaching grass,
fiery skyborne ball burning cruel.
Patience, she tells her eager mass,
waiting to use every natural tool.
Leaves rustle as water ripples beyond
where prey bow heads to imbibe
from the coolness in that life-giving pond.
A bird's call in the air alerts the tribe.
Stays she from stirring all but eyes
to see nothing, like them, all returning to work.
Some insects crawl on her form,
but she pays no heed, focused on her lurk.
Naught twitches but ears and tails,
yet she smells each eye mounted behind horn.
She fears failure, ignoring all save her gaze
to await the moment her hopes prove not forlorn