I was a poet long before I ever wrote short stories much less furry smut. Digging through my laptop I found some old poems I wrote during my senior year of high school. One of them compares me to transforming into a tiger. That's kinda yiffy I guess. These aren't "yay sunshine" poems either, I have never been a huge fan of humans and in one poem it shows. If you don't understand any of these that's fine, but if you get the T.S. Eliot reference in one of these I will be very happy. Aubade of the Angel Beneath me sleeping in beds of wood Released from pain He understood My task is clear still after time In night or day I must always shine Visitors those that are not yet slain Leave gifts in hope of some peaceful gain My concrete stance here is familiar To them I give strength an unearthly pillar My grave demeanor frightens them not A soldier I am and that's what they got The dawn folds like smoke over my wings Shields from tears and bitters stings. Metamorphosis Rejecting this puppet I slither out And prefer, instead, more appropriate skin My puppet-self has no power to shout But my other face I feel stronger in. Enormous paws with my claws released Fearsome eyes burn gold in my face A visage of beauty and still the beast Across my back, bands blacker than space. A leap and I'm gone from this concrete hell The leaves and grass here my pain soothe Sunbeams to chase and sweet flowers to smell Invisible to the demons this is my truth. There are no mirrors here to scream their lies at me A restless zephyr tumbles past ruffling my fur Adam you fool, it's Eden as far as I can see No threats or agony, I'm safe, of that I'm sure. The demons' jealousy truly has no limits Rising against me the globe's aberrant stain But I have won, for long I won't have to submit Then at dusk's beckoning, smiling, I slither out again. Technologic Light and shadows but mostly light Crawl like blood through zinc plated hearts And bring forth life Or at most a fraud. Slave to slaves immortal bound To the transient And the irony bites At those who have retained their sight. Evolution hovers just beyond vision And questions about the nature of You and the nature of me The newest model steps out of the forge. Humans born from steel and light Light that is a shadow of the truth But still we ask what should not be possible Can androids dream of electric sheep? The Pied Piper A cold steel flute cuts through the gloom Reaching with lyrical hands like iron bands An unending sense of loss rolls quietly into the room With hushed steps he slips in the avatar of doom, All must follow the shadow clasped trail His slow haunting song pulls away the pale throng Their attempts to inhibit him, resist, all fail In his wake survivors collect recover and wail, To be such a scourge but a blessing is a feat He's followed by kings and rats children and their cats The landscape is purged of their blood and their heat All thoughts have melted to music, the black angel's treat. Boomerang Roaring eagles with iron wings, Shred the sky and leave wounded clouds, Below they watch cold dirty glass, Metal plastic ivory flesh shines in their faces, No gold trim but grimy rags border them, With Cain's blessing cry liberty and let loose the birds of war, The second sin sits among the rubble, This is the way the world ends. The numbers spin and the only thing that rises, Is the blood pressure of the vigilant, Points and millions disappear dark thoughts replace them, No one will say it but all think it, Recession will not be denied a place, Emerald cows are shoveled into the beast's maw, The gold columns crack and we have no support, This is the way the world ends. Faceless drones in white coats, Boil bubble brew in the name of science march on, All problems can be fixed now, Ask and all the pills you can pop are here, Fear hate recklessness excuses flow like water, Such a small it a living choice, The mandatory has become an option, This is the way the world ends. Watch them run like rats in a maze, Heirs of Eliot I can see right through, Their blood crawls through dusty shells, Their gold and silk can't hide the vacuum, This is the way their world ends This is the way your world ends This is the way my world ends Not with a sigh but a scream. The Astronaut Invisible frigid limbs twist and grasp He rides the nonexistent wind Here physics tries to enforce its power Here all reality dissolves Enter: Darkness, drop curtains, fade to black And ivory bird trembles in the night's palace. Soft eyes stare from all angles Floating matches ever winking Candle faces ever blinking Luminescent prophets ever thinking Shards of fire tightly sown in They lurk in a heavy choking cloak. Here is truth but not peace So small you squirm And for all the anguish The universe marches forever onward Full of splendor this is paradise Full of nothing this is purgatory. A mortal who wanders in the realm of gods Here is immortality here is the unchanging Here all is cold black and still A relaxed sigh goes unheard Vision darkens while enlightenment smothers The jaws of eternity swallow.