"Gates Of Delirium" by Yes is a good way to get in a writing mood. Perhaps a little too good. I tried to continue writing Triple X, but I found I could only write poems. So have some more. They're a bit less absurd this time.

Castle By the Water

Castle by the water

A stunning symphony of chevrons

The celestial ball completing its track

Jumping fish

Water lilies

A knight by yew

Sturdy and strong

Lived many lives

A symbol of longevity

Though not immortality

A spark to blaze

As the sky darkens

A warm presence gone for the night

Bad moon rising in its place

Cackling fiends hiss and whisper

The idea had been quick to materialize

Quicker to set

The flames lick the banks

The crimson tide clashing with blue licks

The castle's stone

The knight's flesh

The yew's wood

The horse's gone

A hiss and a pop awake the drifting knight

The scabbard unburdened

"Stay back, you fiends! Where hast thou come from?"

His eyes wide with terror as he realizes he cannot fight this foe

His steel would need to be a thousand times colder

His friend, now proven mortal, is being licked at by the lengths

Three-quarters surrounded, one quarter almost

A mad dash

A mad pain

But not in vain

The knight limps away

The night crawls on

A medley of autumnal essences flood the battlements

The leaves blacken, ash clogs the wood

The knight turns, a hand perpendicular to his brow

He feels the flames' sting on his face, despite his great length

Without any fanfare, a great crash is heard

Yew are no more

The Selkie and the Turtle

"Oh, listen to me, my pretties! The water's nice and cool! Come swim with me in my pool!"

"Oh lord, dear missie, I'm much too shy. You're so beautiful, compared to one such as I."

"All are blessed under my watch. Take a bath with me; raise yourself up a notch."

"As you can see, I swam out to meet you. Where are all your 'pretties'? The swan, the duck, the emu."

"I was in the mood for turtle shell soup."

The Clash

A mountain rumbles

A wave roars

A river runs free

A stone tumbles

A rift opens

A lake roughens

A rain begins

A cloud of ash

A hail of ice

A loss of fish

A dread of ice

A river runs dry

A stone cracks

What one has, the other lacks

Expectant

Six men

A liphogram

The Spanish Inquisition

Hello, twice removed

Direct Contact

Touch

Taste

Smell

Hear

See

Email

The Trials, The Tribulations

A sigh of lost romance

But wait, a second chance!

An invitation to a dance

With her, all night, I'll prance

I turn to my left; oh look, she's with Lance

The Essence of Solidarity

Sucks.