On Shamrock Hill, part 11-12

part XI : Trolls of Fire

Who is the monster?

Who is the beast?

Here's a scary rhyme

for devils to feast:

The Hero starts climbing

with armor still shining

as evil is multiplying

is Shamrock Hill Dying?

In a shamrock hole

evilly stands a troll

pretending to be whole

but without a soul.

Hair that's on fire

full of satanic desire

in the shamrock mire

is the devil's choir.

A very evil being

is what we're seeing

without any chances relieving

us, this evil sight-seeing.

Rugged is its face

reaching out to embrace

the " Royals" new grace

destroying souls without a trace.

Ugliness is its skin

heart made of tin

fiendishly loving to sin

with an ugly grin.

Tempting our Hero now

with sinister eye brows

devils in a pow-wow

with sin to allow.

      Apofisherman

part XII : The Kill and the Promise

The Hero now determined to save

the paradise of Shamrock Hill green

he armored himself in a cave

with an anti-evil suit to fight the mean.

The ugly troll from the underground

had magic powers and spells

he was yellow and fat-oval round

and was the master of Shamrock Hill's wells.

Angel said, " My Hero save our dream

only you can fight him

with your powerful beam.

I reward you with the love of Heaven's rim."

Nothing more the Hero wanted

to have a love so true

for years he was being haunted

to stay forever blue.

So the Hero went on the hunt

to destroy the evil troll

it wasn't easy to say it blunt

but the angels were doing the poll.

With a mighty blow to his head

the troll fell into a deep well

and was instantly cold dead

to stay forever in the fires of hell.

The Hero said, " Angel the hill is ours

and a new dance can begin,

we'll have a hundred hours

to get dizzy and in joy we'll spin."

Now Angel made a promise to the Hero brave

will she keep it and fulfill

his wishes in their secret cave

and bring Heaven's love to Shamrock Hill?

      Angel

On Shamrock Hill, part 9-10

part IX : Sinister Lovers

In the late dark night

the Angel and her Hero,

cried with all their might

life turned into a zero!

Hiding in the great shell

while weirdo Mountain man

transformed Shamrock Hill into hell

our Hero made a plan.

But time was much needed

for the Fisherman to think

as the fat nun feeded

and boy, did she stink!

The sister was now queen

of Shamrock Hill so bleak

she also was very mean

as well as a geek.

She thought that she was smart

perceiving with her great foresight

she acted like a tart

a moron was her insight.

" A nun soon to be ,"

was all she could say,

sitting fatter than a tree

for her king was gay.

Under sick seizure alone now,

Shamrock Hill's queen and king,

needed quick dethroning, but how

salvation, the Hero shall bring?

Another prayer to be said,

by Angel in the clam,

armored and leaving his homestead,

the Hero prepares to slam!

      Apofisherman

part X : The Hero's Second Strike

Out of their shell they come from hiding

to regain control of Shamrock Hill.

The Hero proved to be more than poetic writing

to save this paradise from the unpaid bill.

He starts with a prayer of thanks

the Mountain man and nun don't understand

only the Angel is up to those ranks

and tightly they join hands.

Like garlic scares away the vampire

the two evil ones disappear

and Angel and her Hero begin a fire

of a new celebration of cheer.

A brand-new dance as the sun is on the rise

more joyful than before

because there is no longer a disguise

and the day begins in an angelic metaphor.

The lunatics are seen on the horizon

far from our king and his queen

then die of their own poison

from lies and deceit of being mean.

Just Angel and the Hero survive

because prayers are stronger than hell

these two know about the reality of life

they lived by God's law and know it well.

The shamrocks again are green

with luscious lavender buds

this time the Hero kisses the queen

and the freedom of true love starts.

A bright sun reflects its rays

Angel and the Hero caress

" Come sing with me, " Angel says

in her transparent dress.

The Hero is the Fisherman

the one who knows Angel true

and Shamrock Hill was their plan

to remove all thoughts of blue.

The day was saved once again

and for now all looks gay

but is there a cloud of rain

to change this sunny, peaceful day?

      Angel

On Shamrock Hill, part 7-8

part VII : The Stranger

Our guest lurks on Shamrock Hill

crushing any innocence  with new danger.

The Angel quickly begins to fill

fear into her from this stranger.

Yes, her wings have grown back

but her powers are not ready

to face the one in black

yet she stands firm and steady.

The golden lanterns are too dim

for Angel to see this guest.

Things once again begin looking grim

is this yet another angelic test?

Who is this daring mysterious human?

Why did he crash Shamrock dance?

" Maybe this might be a woman ? "

Angel thought in her confused trance.

The stranger reached inside his coat

pulling out an object very weird.

Then he hands Angel a note

wishing that it was not feared.

Cautiously the note is read aloud

for all in hiding to hear.

the fearful hide in the clouds

of decorations located in the rear.

As the note was openly read

the Angel's face lost any delight.

Now the stranger's identity is said

with horror and full of fright!

grabbing quickly onto his Angel's hand

grasping them in a forceful lock,

" Mountain Man" called for Shamrock Band

holding Angel, wearing just a sock!

      Apofisherman

part VIII : The Hero

How quickly those shamrocks turned yellow

on this once beautiful hill

as Angel was frightened by this fellow

who was out to make a kill.

But he wasn't the one, who stood by her side

the Hero was much more of a man

for years he dreamt to come out of his hide

and meet an angel for an adventurous yen.

He wouldn't let her fall victim of danger

that's why he remained brave

he knew about this sheepish stranger

who always could present himself suave.

Angel's Hero had some weapons in his shell

and now was the time to introduce

a nun who came from obesity hell,

who was looking for a madman on the loose.

As she was busy with the Mountain man

deprecating her way of talk

Angel and the Hero quickly ran

through the fairyland fog.

All out of breath they reached a spot

where a pond of fishermen's delight

emerged from the earth still hot

with rainbow fish to add to the plight.

But the Hero, his name yet to be revealed

took Angel by the hand

into the shell mysteriously concealed

by glittery, luminous sand.

There they remained for some time to be

and Angel felt safe once more

thanking the Hero with kisses of three

and wondered what next was in store.

      Angel

On Shamrock Hill, part 5-6

part V : The First Dance

Let the music play

all shall grab hands

no one can get away

from this Shamrock Band.

The trumpet blows free

as we all gather

in circles of three

covered in green lather.

The harps are plucked

as everyone shall bow

" Shamrocks are we, " clucked

the people by vow.

" Angel forget your wings, "

sang the people dancing,

" For this harmony brings,

human stimulation for romancing."

Watching her wings fall

Angel tearfully turned around

no longer feeling tall

collapsing to the ground.

" Oh what Shamrock Dance

has done onto me,

a victim of circumstance,

the angels lost thee! "

Was all Angel's human

heart could ever say,

once she was bloomin'

now, never more gay.

The first dance closes

as feathers set astray,

Shamrock Hill's green roses

can't find their way!

      Apofisherman

part VI : The Rescue

As the music stopped

and silence was heard once more

a cool breeze popped

through the shamrock floor.

The air was filled with feathers

of illuminate silver and gold

nothing like any storm of weather

this was something from Heaven to unfold.

Two angels came down from above

one with armor and ready to fight

the other with potions of love

as they brightened the hill with their light.

Michael, the archangel and protector of all

and Raphael, the healer so pure

stood there to help or Angel's fall

and bring her a heavenly cure.

The Angel smiled and new wings grew

the people ran away

only one remained because he knew

with Angel he wanted to stay.

Angel's eyes of shamrock green

thanked her guardians from above

with a look of angelic grace and sheen

her heart was filled with love.

Now you may ask and say

" Who was that man who stood,

by Angel on Shamrock Hill in may

in the emerald forest wood? "

      Angel

On Shamrock Hill, part 3-4

part III

We are happily together now,

hand in hand looking at the stars,

as the sun takes its bow

on the hillside towards Mars.

Evening basks the moonlit air,

the ivy swings freely off branches,

of the evergreen with care

as we dream of cowboy ranches.

Life is not completely full

until our friends come join us

on Shamrock Hill so cool

the place that's free of fuss.

 Come one and come all !

This is the place to be !

Where the clover grows tall

and our dreams are set free!

Shamrock Hill a fairy's paradise

made for the young at heart

is green coded very nice,

for everyone seeking a new start.

Come to Shamrock Dance,

look for your pot of gold,

it's time for some romance

or maybe just friends to hold.

On Shamrock Hill, no one's alone

for strong circles of friendships weave

here you will be known

with many new friends to achieve!

      Apofisherman

part IV

We breathe the midnight air

on this late Spring day

we have so much to share

as we on shamrocks lay.

the stars twinkle gold

and a peace fills our mind

we come closer to hold

each other through the night.

The Shamrock Dance begins

and we are in the midst

and nobody looses or wins

as we take the dance of this gist.

Nothing could be purer or divine

of two friends who share

their open heart like burgundy wine

on a hill of romantic dare.

      Angel

On Shamrock Hill part 1-2

~written by Apofisherman and Angel
(1997)

On Shamrock Hill

Among the green clover,

in lands of desire,

where hummingbirds fly over,

shamrocks ever so higher.

There is a place,

I know it well,

where we can face,

our dreams to tell.

Butterflies surge for freedom,

along the rolling hills,

in a beautiful kingdom,

with dream master's skill.

And here I am !

So where are you?

Under this enchanting sky

of cloudless purest blue?

I guess I'll wait,

but don't take long.

This is our fate,

in emerald pastures song.

Then you will come

and you will see,

that love's great sum

Are you and me.

Love is a chance

to pave the way,

to Shamrock Hill, Dance

Happy Saint Patty's Day.

      Apofisherman

part II

I'll hurry to that hill

where clovers grow free

it's our hearts' will

for you and me.

The sky above in aqua tone

not a single soul

disturb or to phone

as we watch in distant a newborn foal.

A serene and luscious place

enchants our every wish

we'll be the envy of every race

to be free and childish.

I wear my angel wings

and gown of transparent white

how beautiful the sparrow sings

as we wait for the emerald night.

With the moon in its glow

casts down upon us generous

we make this dream grow

for we know it's love we have in us.

As we fall into our fantasy

on a bed of shamrock green

we are together you and me

holding hands until the sun is seen.

On Shamrock Hill we will perform

in the spotlight of nature's scene

it will be something out of the norm

but we understand what it could mean.

The next time you see a clover

a shamrock of deep green

know an angel is watching over

the both of us indeed.

      Angel

The Warrior

Verse I

Heavy dew is falling upon the vale

As she ponders with the mask of pale.

Unprotected from the chimera parade

For harm is coming to invade.

Still lays the darkness lit only by fire

For his ultimate expression of desire.

Words in strange tongues sung and whisper

Namtaru are coming closer and crisper.

Salve the warrior of souls lost not found

For salvation is found on hallowed ground.

Verse II

The warrior adorned by robe and toes

With a sword-like tongue to fight his foes.

Conundrum battle won by none

With malice forces, they are run.

Bemusement who is a friend and not

For never fear thyself forgot.

All sorrows passed from mindless sin

As blood sheds quietly in tears by kin.

The burning he can only cease

With cross in hand the prince of peace.

Verse III

Maidens young and old and fair in face

Cloaked by deceiving lies of grace.

The muse creates destruction sweet

Adored by all her patrons with conceit.

The inscription reads to him with care

His metaphors are pure despair.

For tongue may not be for lyric

It will create a losing pyrrhic.

Charmed by their words and adoration

None of them will bring salvation.

Verse IV

On foreign soil, the warrior is lost

A commitment to the end exhaust.

Damsels not of kin he trifles

Prevarication is their rifle.

Able to dazzle with his facile tongue

As if no ensue it has sung.

But near, the angel’s voices heal

With verity alleviation feel.

“Set free the words unsaid,

For he did not judge in infrared.”

Verse V

The warrior afoot he hurries,

Away from the troubled mind of worries.

As weary rests in scant manners

To flee the capers and the manors.

Refracted rays dim path misguided,

For it will haunt the truth decided.

Scarper his foot, yet they prevail,

Closer are coming in quantum assail.

Faces all like the warrior’s mirror,

Chant glory for the ancient shearer.