[Actually I wrote them to be performed in some RP some day, but seeing as I don't have the time anymore to play and the game crashing every two steps my char does, I doubt that it'll happen any time soon. So I decided to post those I already wrote for you to read.]
You all gathered here again today,
come closer, come closer, there is no need to be shy.
Young and old, child and adult, come sit with me,
the stories I tell are always for free.
Knowledgeable or not, do not be ashamed,
this is a place, where knowledge can be gained.
Did everyone find a place to sit?
Maybe you over there could move for the last a bit?
Good, now that all are seated we can begin,
with a story that will raise the hair on your skin.
It is not a tale I did make up,
it is a story I was told by a cub.
He was called Raal'issa, the brave,
that was the name to me he gave.
Raal, as I will call him for now,
a piece of wood on a necklace he did show.
'This amulet did protect me in that place,
it had been given to me when I had been even younger in age.'
I looked at it, but I could not tell,
if it was magical or if the protection was a tale.
Still I did not speak my suspicion,
as charms are part of our tradition.
They do help those who they belong,
as their presence can make a weak heart strong.
Raal told me, later he had to make amends,
and the reason for it was a test of courage with his friends.
It was a stupid idea, he now knows,
when the idea of entering the forest he arose.
'You know the forest,' Raal told me with fear,
'the closest one, the one where cubs disappear.'
Yes, I know the forest he speaks of well,
it is the one said, that spirits and demons there dwell.
The ones living there, alive or not,
catch and eat cubs, then leave their bones to rot.
'The older ones always say,
those who go the farthest', Raal told in secret,
'are the ones to slay the biggest prey
when the ritual of blooding is completed.'
Who of you would not wish the same?
Just think of the honor and fame you could gain.
Still it was childish to ignore the threat,
but remember, you did the same if it was for a bet.
Raal went farther than the rest,
as he really did want to win the test.
When he turned around to confirm his win,
the grin on his face was getting thin.
Realizing that he was alone,
Raal's fur raised, when he could hear the forest moan.
Suddenly he remembered the stories he was told,
through the fur he could feel the forests everlasting cold.
Moaning again, from over there!
Rustling of the leaves, an animal, a demon or the air?
Run! Can you not hear that laughter?
Something is there, but what chases it after?
Sudden silence, but this is even worse,
on this forest is really lasting a curse.
Sound of flapping wings,
why even flying ones of all things?
Footsteps, between trunks a shade,
was there anything to use as blade?
Hurry now, hurry up,
they will eat you little cub.
Eyes in the shadow over there,
staring without blinking, a yellow pair.
They vanished, now they are gone,
where will they look next from?
Run! Run and stay alive,
until at the village you arrive.
Wishing that everyone was here,
then he would not feel this fear.
This is the danger you forgot,
run with everything you got.
Watch your step! Can you not see?
The hole between the roots of the tree?
Looking behind, it was too late,
while falling, he could see his fate:
Creatures big and dangerous,
faces of horror, from stories famous.
Fangs thicker than his arms are long,
not fitting into the mouth they belong.
Approaching, too quick for him to escape,
clearer and clearer got the shape.
Shutting his eyes, not wanting to see,
the faces of horror, which his end would be.
Tearing at him, ripped him apart,
left was anything but art.
His blood the ground soaking red,
that was the end Raal met.
I asked him if this really was the truth,
Raal answered, he would not lie, despite his youth.
He said, 'It had been like I say,
I came here to tell, so someone for me would pray.'
I was confused, I did not know what to do,
when other children joined asking 'Who are you talking to?'
Speechless I turned around,
Raal was nowhere to be found.
The necklace I was holding still,
and through my body ran a chill.
Dark colored, looking close,
stains of bloods it shows.
