MARROWMAN

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Well-done, EOC, Twid!

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Well-done, EOC, Twid!

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Very nice, gentlemen. Haunting and melancholy.

[Cainad (dec.)]

Excellent work, guys!

[Aucoq]

Awesome job, Twid!  Remind me never to talk to a New Englander on his deathbed. 

[Nephew Twiddleton]

[LMNO]

I think I got something.  Maybe later today.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I think I got something.  Maybe later today.

[Eater of Clowns]

I'm looking to make this a fairly long poem and here's the first part:

One cold wint'ry night knocked he at our door,
snow piling high and wind biting our home.
Family huddled by hearth on the floor,
"What manner of guest should at this hour come?"
He stood in the dark, the bluster and chill,
a man, but a man, a strange stranger still.

"Come in you dear creature, come in from this,
sit by our fire, warm yourself to your heart.
You need not suffer February's kiss,
and in the morning once more can you start.
I'm sorry we've little and less to share,
this year has been hard, brought little to bare."

I shivered standing there greeting this man,
and yet he stood still, unbothered at all.
His hair thin wavering gossamer strands,
his smile draped all o'er him like a pall.
"Your need, really, is why I have arrived,"
he spoke like worms crawled around him inside.

"Whatever you offer I'm afraid, no,
I'll not have it please begone from this place."
He said, "But you're hungry and does it show,
your family might starve but for my grace.
My promise that payment is small," he shone.
"But the smallest, sparest, sliver of bone."

"We've nothing for you I've told you, madman,
no meat, no marrow, no bones in this house."
He spoke, "Ah, but sir, you misunderstand.
You all shall eat bread 'til you hitch your plows.
Grant me a bone from your own living form,
and you'll fill your bellies to-morrow morn."

"You devil!  You demon!  Consort to witch!
I'll not have you haunt my family farm.
Back to your den with your soul black as pitch,
we'll have none of your trickery, your charms.
We'll tighten our belts, we'll ration and live,
and this thing that you ask we'll never give."

Grinning like frost it said only, "Perhaps,"
and to my relief it turned on its way.
Briefly I thought I'd avoided its traps,
until it turned to me once more to say,
"Be it family's health or farm's prosper,
remember the small price of my offer."

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Oooh!!!!

[Aucoq]

I think I got something.  Maybe later today.

I'm looking forward to it! 

I'm looking to make this a fairly long poem and here's the first part:

One cold wint'ry night knocked he at our door,
snow piling high and wind biting our home.
Family huddled by hearth on the floor,
"What manner of guest should at this hour come?"
He stood in the dark, the bluster and chill,
a man, but a man, a strange stranger still.

"Come in you dear creature, come in from this,
sit by our fire, warm yourself to your heart.
You need not suffer February's kiss,
and in the morning once more can you start.
I'm sorry we've little and less to share,
this year has been hard, brought little to bare."

I shivered standing there greeting this man,
and yet he stood still, unbothered at all.
His hair thin wavering gossamer strands,
his smile draped all o'er him like a pall.
"Your need, really, is why I have arrived,"
he spoke like worms crawled around him inside.

"Whatever you offer I'm afraid, no,
I'll not have it please begone from this place."
He said, "But you're hungry and does it show,
your family might starve but for my grace.
My promise that payment is small," he shone.
"But the smallest, sparest, sliver of bone."

"We've nothing for you I've told you, madman,
no meat, no marrow, no bones in this house."
He spoke, "Ah, but sir, you misunderstand.
You all shall eat bread 'til you hitch your plows.
Grant me a bone from your own living form,
and you'll fill your bellies to-morrow morn."

"You devil!  You demon!  Consort to witch!
I'll not have you haunt my family farm.
Back to your den with your soul black as pitch,
we'll have none of your trickery, your charms.
We'll tighten our belts, we'll ration and live,
and this thing that you ask we'll never give."

Grinning like frost it said only, "Perhaps,"
and to my relief it turned on its way.
Briefly I thought I'd avoided its traps,
until it turned to me once more to say,
"Be it family's health or farm's prosper,
remember the small price of my offer."

That's fantastic, EoC!  I'm loving the Marrowman.  The idea is so creepy.

[Eater of Clowns]

I swear I thought I'd responded to Twid's piece about four times and I realize I've yet to actually do it.

Twid, that's some serious shit right there.  I'd never thought about New England myths being a product of just how evil the whole region seems.  It's all the damn forests that used to be here.  Even long after being chopped down it's like we still have this pervasive idea of a foreboding wilderness all around.

LMNO, I would fucking love to see what you come up with.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Thanks eoc!

I remember in high school when we read the scarlet letter the teacher made a thing about how the woods represented evil and figured id go with it. Even now popping into the woods near rehoboth and such it gets pretty creepy.

[Luna]

Thanks eoc!

I remember in high school when we read the scarlet letter the teacher made a thing about how the woods represented evil and figured id go with it. Even now popping into the woods near rehoboth and such it gets pretty creepy.

Huh...

I find walking in the woods, especially at night, when it's quiet, peaceful and relaxing...

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Matter of perspective maybe. I dunno i always found new england to be a fairly dark place. Ireland too but they have different feels to them. Gotta say though where i find new england creepy connemara at night actually scares me.