Bitular Velociraptor
By Arran J Middleton

Seeing flurries of carpets
Across skies full of dreams
Trapped within a world dreamt by another
From a fictional dimension.

Avoid the masked shysters
And the dungeons sculpted by hand
Shall set one free
Into the world of mushrooms and turtles.

The turtles hinder but also help
To reach the curious block.
Ascend onwards to the child's sky
To another world of another age.

Where is this, a field full of duck
With blasts from every direction
Like an 8-bit warzone
To only be blasted into 8 pieces.

The smiling dog of mockery
Shall not be happy today
When his prey escapes him
Into the waterworld.

The waters around the islands
Of creatures living in man's pockets
Are so tempestuous of their joy
In their contentful semi-freedom.

Be they a hundred or three hundred
He shall not become one of them
For he may not be wild but he will roam
Forever more as his own master.

Onwards through the mansions of blood
One filled with the living dead
Of scientific abominations
While another is filled with spiritual sorrow.

Sorrow and rage shattering mirrors
In every room, watching forever
As another mansion reveals a smile
Borne only from malevolent scissors.

Fall through the window and run through
The jungles and skies of mechanical animals
Pulsing life from tiny creatures within
Of an ecological disaster.

Oceans of oil, lava-filled mountains
And nights of funless casinos,
We all roll with the luck of the rings
That bind our fingers so very tight.

High into the sky shall we find
A meteorite bound to earth,
Imbued with the most confusing force
Of psychic neutrality.

But he fell into the ocean
Where dolphins touched the stars
As one became famous for
That fateful day when the stars came to them.

The rusted crowbar washed ashore
Scuttling crabs desire for lost heads
Among the people living lives
Never to be truly complete

Not when they are trapped within
Their own logical fallacies
To be stripped of love and joy,
The only things that make them human.

Whether the battle be eternal
Or on the streets among stalkers of night,
Your body is the only true thing
You can rely on to succeed.

Are we all doomed among earthquakes
That rupture the land of hunted dinosaurs?
Will the hearts of the many kingdoms
Never unite together?

Life among gods between the shades
Of black and white and simulations
Trapped by the mysterious hand
Ever pointing, never ceasing its rule.

His revolution shall be my resolution
His genesis become his end
Around the rings of Saturn itself
To strip the wings of the one-winged angel.

My nights become his dreams
As do my days become his nightmares
Among bells of snow and screaming dragons
To forever spin in the circus of life.

Do I object to such traumatic travels
Guided by a style hard to grip?
Perhaps I don't for the slave becomes friend
Out of such electronic chaos.

What becomes metal shall become paper
As the ninja bows before thunder,
As vampires shall dance laden with whips
Among castles of red and blue.

The winged demon departs from the knight
To begiin his own quest, my friend tells me
But branded by fire and marked with shame
Where will he go to reclaim his right?

To burn within rings of reddening blood
Caused by ravages of mechanical wars?
Or to forever roam with the limbless hero
Indebted to free his people?

When he walked among the silent town
Only to hear screams from entombed apartments
Like the cursed pyramids themselves
Who come alive to hunt for more victims
To entomb within them once more.

The brothers began their melee
While the child of time regains his light
For the sake of his kingdom and friends
Who shall become sages of highest order.

Begin type R to depart across space
Across forgotten worlds within their radius.
The bounty hunter forever roams
With the blood of the winged ones in her veins.

Mercenaries of the stars
Beseech for distress
Saving mammals and reptiles alike
For whatever end shall come.

These are the tales he told me
Of his forced travels as the exile.
Never fitting in any land or age
Not even within his own.

The velociraptor split into eight
Or sixteen, thrity-two, sixty-four even
Advancing ever onwards to triple digits
Wishing his health would stay in quadruple.

He is bound by fate to be the wanderer
Through worlds deemed by Chronos himself.
This is his first and last time with me
The first ones shall become the final ones.