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The Elfen Warrior
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Quiet Paul
Tribune
Part III, posted on behalf of Wragg
Part III
The smoking ruins of a town
The backdrop, bald and grim
For that stark execution ground
Watched over by the king.
The people of the ruined town
Were forced to stand and watch
A host of soldiers stood around
Today, there’d be no botch!
The slender elfen girl was brought
By two enormous brutes
She cried out as her feet were caught
By their great hobnailed boots.
The king addressed the waiting crowd
“This stupid girl was rash!
“And now you’ll hear her cry aloud
“Under our fearful lash!”
The king himself stepped forward then
And took a dreadful whip
He looked at her, then at his men
And then commanded “Strip!”
So, clumsily, she was stripped nude
Before the watching host
Then dragged and tied with knotting crude
Onto the waiting post.
Sciuridan, with dreadful grin
Adjusted then his grip
And sent the first stroke cracking in
She flinched beneath the whip.
But not a sound escaped her lips
For ten strokes, then a score
But forty strokes of that grim whip
And she could take no more.
She screamed in pain, so he smiled then
He’d shown her who was boss!
So then he told his watching men
“And now for her – the cross!”
The post, it seemed, the upright stretch
Of Connie’s gallows stood,
But they forced her to go and fetch
The crossing piece of wood.
It lay a hundred yards away
O’er sharp and stony ground
She’d struggle, on a better day
And soon was falling down.
They kicked and punched until she’d dragged
That crosspiece to its place
They’d hit her so much that she gagged
As blood flowed down her face.
And then they took that Elfen Queen
Whipped, abused, and nude
And stretched her arms out on the beam
And nailed them to the wood.
She arched in dreadful agony
She writhed upon the ground
But all that watched took note that she
Made no complaining sound.
But then they raised that beam on high
With naked, suff’ring load
It thumped into its place; she cried
“Eulalia!” she groaned.
They took her heels, and nailed them then
The blood flowed out in spurts
And then she cried out, once again:
“Eulalia! It hurts!”
So there she hung, naked, alone
Her bloodied arms spread wide
But few had known the courage shown
As she’d been crucified.
Part III
The smoking ruins of a town
The backdrop, bald and grim
For that stark execution ground
Watched over by the king.
The people of the ruined town
Were forced to stand and watch
A host of soldiers stood around
Today, there’d be no botch!
The slender elfen girl was brought
By two enormous brutes
She cried out as her feet were caught
By their great hobnailed boots.
The king addressed the waiting crowd
“This stupid girl was rash!
“And now you’ll hear her cry aloud
“Under our fearful lash!”
The king himself stepped forward then
And took a dreadful whip
He looked at her, then at his men
And then commanded “Strip!”
So, clumsily, she was stripped nude
Before the watching host
Then dragged and tied with knotting crude
Onto the waiting post.
Sciuridan, with dreadful grin
Adjusted then his grip
And sent the first stroke cracking in
She flinched beneath the whip.
But not a sound escaped her lips
For ten strokes, then a score
But forty strokes of that grim whip
And she could take no more.
She screamed in pain, so he smiled then
He’d shown her who was boss!
So then he told his watching men
“And now for her – the cross!”
The post, it seemed, the upright stretch
Of Connie’s gallows stood,
But they forced her to go and fetch
The crossing piece of wood.
It lay a hundred yards away
O’er sharp and stony ground
She’d struggle, on a better day
And soon was falling down.
They kicked and punched until she’d dragged
That crosspiece to its place
They’d hit her so much that she gagged
As blood flowed down her face.
And then they took that Elfen Queen
Whipped, abused, and nude
And stretched her arms out on the beam
And nailed them to the wood.
She arched in dreadful agony
She writhed upon the ground
But all that watched took note that she
Made no complaining sound.
But then they raised that beam on high
With naked, suff’ring load
It thumped into its place; she cried
“Eulalia!” she groaned.
They took her heels, and nailed them then
The blood flowed out in spurts
And then she cried out, once again:
“Eulalia! It hurts!”
So there she hung, naked, alone
Her bloodied arms spread wide
But few had known the courage shown
As she’d been crucified.
OMG I loved it!!!!!
It is great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow
Quiet Paul
Tribune
Part IV, again posted on behalf of Wragg. Enjoy!
Part IV
All watched the elf-girl, as she strived
And fought for ev’ry breath
In pain she twisted and she writhed
How long could she cheat death?
With such a spectacle as she
Such an erotic show
Small wonder that no eye did see
The Elven army grow.
Save one! For hung there in the sky
She saw the gath’ring throng;
And Connie hoped she would not die
Before they came along.
Soon myriad myriad Elven ranks
Surrounded that grim place
And Connie saw, and she gave thanks
A smile upon her face.
Sciuridan, he saw that smile
Confused, it made him frown,
He turned, he froze, swear words most vile -
An arrow struck him down.
The townspeople then turned and fled
The soldiers turned to fight
They tried to fight, they tried and bled
Before the Elven might.
No Chronicler has ever seen
A sight like that to tell
The hostile troops, like grasses green
Before the elves they fell.
And Barb, and Siss, and Cxslave
Joined in the fight as well
Some three score men went to their grave
Or rather, straight to hell!
They fought their way to Connie’s side
And through her mists of pain
She said “Thank God that you’ve arrived!
“Please get me down again?”
The girls then gently took her down
And brought her to Eul’s place;
Where gentle healing brought her round
Calm triumph on her face.
And from that distant day, to this
The story is still told
The warrior queen who brought us peace
Of Connie, Brave and Bold!
Part IV
All watched the elf-girl, as she strived
And fought for ev’ry breath
In pain she twisted and she writhed
How long could she cheat death?
With such a spectacle as she
Such an erotic show
Small wonder that no eye did see
The Elven army grow.
Save one! For hung there in the sky
She saw the gath’ring throng;
And Connie hoped she would not die
Before they came along.
Soon myriad myriad Elven ranks
Surrounded that grim place
And Connie saw, and she gave thanks
A smile upon her face.
Sciuridan, he saw that smile
Confused, it made him frown,
He turned, he froze, swear words most vile -
An arrow struck him down.
The townspeople then turned and fled
The soldiers turned to fight
They tried to fight, they tried and bled
Before the Elven might.
No Chronicler has ever seen
A sight like that to tell
The hostile troops, like grasses green
Before the elves they fell.
And Barb, and Siss, and Cxslave
Joined in the fight as well
Some three score men went to their grave
Or rather, straight to hell!
They fought their way to Connie’s side
And through her mists of pain
She said “Thank God that you’ve arrived!
“Please get me down again?”
The girls then gently took her down
And brought her to Eul’s place;
Where gentle healing brought her round
Calm triumph on her face.
And from that distant day, to this
The story is still told
The warrior queen who brought us peace
Of Connie, Brave and Bold!
Your poem warms my heart!
RacingRodent
Consul
Just be wary of Scuridan the White 
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