The Land of Longfellow

The reporter road into town

Unsure of what he’d find

The town was not too big

Not too big for any mind

He saw the folks

They waved

Oh, they seem nice

Many people around would not think twice.

He was there to do his report

Because there had been word getting around

Of strange and bizarre things

Happening in this town

The word came in from anonymous sources

People who were scared

Of the kids of this land

Who often dissappeared

The Reporter left his car

And walked the town on foot

A car came driving up and screeched to a halt

The couple rolled down their window to relay the news

“You need to get out, it’s time to go.”

What do you mean why should I leave?

“This is not a normal place, it’s not safe to stay.”

Where is the danger in this town?

“We are leaving.

You should not stay here.

This is the Land of Longfellow and he will come for you.”

And after those last words, the couple rolled up their window and drove away.

The reporter walked on.

 

-DJ ROBO BISCUIT, The Land of Longfellow

The Soldier Who Did Not Age

“How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?”

“How does it feel to never grow old?”

“Oh, I do not know.  I have only ever known what it feels like to be myself.”

“But you are still 32 years old.”

“Yes that is true.”

“After all of these years?”

“Yes, after all of these years.”

“But do you feel pain?”

“Of course I feel pain.  I am not Superman.  I am not indestructible.”

“Have you been hurt before?”

“I have.  I have been shot.  And I have been close to death many times.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.  But I did not die. I was resilient.  And I slowly healed and came back to my full strength.”

“But how many years have you been alive?”

“I have lost count.  But you are not my first lover that is for sure.”

“But when were you born?”

“I was born a long time ago.  Back then our weapons were barbaric.  I was a knight.  I had a horse I rode in battle.  I wore armor and I had a sharp and deadly sword.”

-to be continued, DJ ROBO BISCUIT