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Eul and the Hanging Tree walked one day Through the beautiful Cruxton Wood, As they walked through the trees, the warm Cruxton breeze Put the Tree in a fine cruxing mood. He looked and he found some wood on the ground, He carefully brushed off the moss. “Oh Eul, look around, come, see what I’ve...

...but someone has to do it! A slave am I, I work in Rome A woodman’s shop is my poor home I work and sleep in that damn shop I work until I’m fit to drop. There's just one time that I get out When there are nasty crooks about Then I get let out by my boss To go and nail them to their cross...

Tripping and spilling red wine over the toga of the local magistrate was her first offence. He had been the guest of honor, so whipping was the least she could expect. I had hoped master's anger had cooled down after he whipped her. Her wounds had closed but we both knew the marks would last her...

Dr Barbara Moore sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. 5:27pm. Should she go home, or should she examine one more skeleton? She was sick of the sight of old bones. She knew Alice Blaire was cock-a-hoop at having discovered a mass burial during an archaeological dig in Northamptonshire...

Okay, after countless dozens of hours in GIMP, I've finally completed it. It's a little too big for the upload limit here, so I'll just give you a taste: I've just posted the full comix on my Deviant Art account, if you want to read it: http://mp5stab.deviantart.com/art/The-Harvest-511559658...

The Robin The robin sat within a tree And cried, “Oh pity little me! “Others’ plumage draws the eye “And none are quite as drab as I!” That robin had a cheery song, But yet, he thought his feathers wrong For, from his tail up to his crown Poor Robin was completely brown. So, though his...

I should warn gentle readers that I have taken some dreadful liberties with the English language, not to mention Barb's personage, with this little reflection upon our indefatigable Barb! Barbaria! Barbaria! Barbaria! Barbaria! Since you’ve been a member You’ve lit up the area! We love you...

Chapter 1 There is nobody in the length and breadth of old England who can produce breakfast like Jeeves. After you’ve had eight hours of the deep and dreamless, followed by a cup of steaming hot breakfast tea delivered within moments of awakening, one of Jeeves’ first rate breakfasts completes...

Three cheers for Connie – Hip Hooray! Today is Connie’s special day! For seven years her presence bright Has cheered up our Crux Forums site! Three cheers for Connie! None like she! A truer friend could never be! No better fighter by your side When other cowards run and hide! Three cheers for...

This was inspired by the thoughts about family members, particularly fathers, being present at a crucifixion. I should warn that it might be a hard read for those who love their daughters. I Watched I watched them ease you from the womb, I heard your lusty cry They say now you’re a rebel who...

By way of a little welcome to one of our newest members, Savannah. Her avatar reads 'Cheer up! The worst is yet to come!" That kind of hit the button of my imagination............. The endless quest to find a position less painful than any other position. Naked, yet covered in blood...

A little tribute to all my indefatigable friends on the Crux Forums! :) And with apologies to Monty Python for what I've done to 'Alcoholic Philosophers':eek: Workaholic Cruxographers! Little Siss, to bring us bliss Stays up so late when writing; Luna, too, works all night through On prose...

The Encounters of Princess Blaire Being the Fifth part of the Chronicles of the Silver River. Blaire sat on her dapple-grey mare, Mistral, in the pretty village of Rattington, gazing along the Heidraen High Road. She,felt as if she too, was at a junction in her life; her mind seething with...

Being an interlude in the Chronicles of the Silver River Behold, the Silver River streams From mountain lands of verdant dreams Whose woods with chatt’ring wildlife teems To where dark Heidraen stands supreme – Her towers loom ahead. Whose streets a sombre story sing An altogether darker...

The Elfen Warrior From the misty lands of Alfheim There comes an Elfen-maid Such courage in her eyes doth shine Of nothing she’s afraid! No gentle, timid maiden, she, Though lovely to the eye; An Elfen warrior, bold and free And not afraid to die. With elfen bow of finest yew, And sword of...

Smoke from the nearby city Wreathed a bloody scene from hell As the victors had no pity – The wrong damn side as well! We, the losers, lay there dying (The lucky ones were dead) Their troops were now applying Their axes to our heads. My body was completely numb I could not move away I knew...

Poets across the Forums are being inspired by our Crux artists. This, 'Karen' by Skating Jesus, is a favourite of mine..... The Setting Sun The setting sun’s last rays caressed her face, A gentle touch to end a day of hell. At dawn they brought her to this awful place A cross she bore...

Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight, And so the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the victim fights for breath tonight, As falling night her agony enfolds; The guard is sleeping, ‘neath an old elm tree Now she can only to the moon complain As, on her cross, she hangs in agony...

PART I: Wragg meets a Racing Rodent One sunny day, the weather fine I thought I’d take a spell Of walking in the countryside But then I slipped and fell. I fell into a great big hole And landed on some mosses And found a really strange new world With lots and lots of crosses. I gazed around...

This is a little back story for Barbaria's avatar.... Thinking Thinking while she waits to die What else to do when nailed on high Than struggle there and wonder why The pain lasts so long? Why she’d left an ordered life To live with bitter war and strife To cut out the Romans with a knife And...