Moskito I

Thunderous rain clouds battered and clawed A cavernous town just miles from the shore Whipped, the whistling winds once more The elements gave birth to a wretched force Through whispers and secrets the citizens knew The auditory potions this force could brew The myths, malicious, macabre they shared Feelings and thoughts they shan't be sparred "What now?" Echoed the frivolous girls Picking their skin, biting their curls "What can we do? Where can we go? If we try hide the MOSKITO will know" "We fight!" Squeaked the boy with blonde hair "Their blistering harmonies - they shall not bare" Murmured agreements they stood hand in hand "Their music shall not control this land!" But before the town ran out to sea Pipped a boy with long hair - "please hear my plea" The boy was short, not 5ft tall With a charming, wrinkled face, he called "I know their kind, oh all too well Dispel your fears, the myths you tell Their home it lies upon the coast Hear me share the skills they boast "Tender, abrasive and dark, they blend Powers and forces before them they lend Frighting they look, but feelings they cook Will guide you where no others dare to look" A calming of waves and a breath of wind, A chorus the hatchlings had started to sing A shrug from the trees, that seemed to show A beckoning nod that nature knows This force, curious, possibly dangerous too Beyond the hard shell - a warm pink slew Of love, respect, loyalty and the rest This potion they create Drink it proudly With your chest