NationalConservative
06-10-2010, 08:34 AM
This michtna be a lot bit it is something that A pittit ower fae English intae Scots an it wis pairt o ma English coorsewark for GCSE whan A wis in the tent year. A like it a lot in English sae A thocht tae hear its richt bonnie soond in Scots an aw.
In the infineet deep mirk, stuid a lainlie forgotten clachan dern awa in the deepths o the mirksome kintraside. Seein as the last licht vainisht abuin the howff it wis lik the mirkness haed swallaed the last o the licht. Thare wis nae muin on this nicht tae sheen its cantie licht, lik the haill warld haed castit oot wi the sun an the muin in a kin o celestial ficht.
Staundin thare wis a mirkie eldritch graveyaird an a daurk, ill-leukin kirk. It stuid lik a huge maleegnant toor wi nae licht sheenin on it shawin it wis nae a hailie steid for fowk tae gang till. The fantoosh gowd cross that dowpt doon on tap o the steeple daed nae propone a steid tae warship on sic a nicht. Seein as craws ristit upon it, it creakit an graint lik in pyne.
The caldness fleetit throu the trees lik the braith o the Arctic blawin throu the air. The lairstanes wis juttin oot fae the erd lik skyscrapers in a ceety sky. A ceety o mirk, mirksome an sheddawie shapes, aiblins a ceety fae Hell?
Thare wis a slicht souch that whustled roond the lairstanes lik the eldritch whuspers o thaim leein aneath the stanes. The deid blads on the grun wis spairget aroond an blawn aroond lik vyces o ghaists whusperin abuin thair lairs.
The birds ruistin in the lang, daurk yew trees wis oorilie lown. In the neuk o the kirkyaird, a wee daurk, ill-less moose skeltert alang the cauld, bannt stane pad lik a keeker winin oot fiercelins fae its unfreend tae win tae its billie. Somewey, oot o the mirkness, a hooin soond cam lik a yowt fae the deepths o the hert o the banshee; it wis an ool. In fact it wis a granzie ool an suddentlie it heaved fae its spaik on the kirk steeple, spreedin its huge, white bricht weengs lik a doo at nicht fleein for pace an lik a ghaist that haed heaved fae the deid. The ool stairtit tae gang swith for the moose lik the moose wis on the rin, a keeker gettin hyne awa fae its unfreend; the keeker wis in fair mirkness, kivert by its unfreend, it cud see naethin. Suddentlie it wis aw ower. Wi a swith mudge o shams an heid, the ool punced. A muffled skirl wis hearkent fae the victim. The ool gaed swith intae the mirkness flaffin its huge white weengs lik it wis bringin pace tae mirkness, takin alang wi it, the skirlin moose; thay war seen nae mair.
Suddentlie, the oorie lown o the nicht wis jabt by the het up cry fae a cullach on the nearby ferm. The optimism o the bird wis ill-placed- it wis aye oors fae dawn. Lown retourd.
The eldritch cauld air o the graveyaird wis makit even mair mirkie wi the slaw, mirksome o the kirk knock at twa on the knock in the mornin. The skellets wis tinglin slawlie, lik skellets towlin for a beerial. The skellets towlt throuoot the nicht, acause o the eldritch whusperin win that wis blawin by the skellets. Stame cud be seen tovin fae the busses an trees. The braith o shalterin beasts, cairriet alang in the cauld nicht air lik the deein braith o the erd itsel.
The lairstanes wis leein plat on the grun lik thay war frozent deid buddies. Thay war cairved wi the names o dizzens o fowk, some mirk. Thair myndins wis gradawallie dwynin the cairvins an scrats on the stanes.
In the inower o the kirk, ye cud see naethin bit mirkness; it wis that mirkie, ye wad likelie nae want tae gang inower wi aw the dree gaun aroond.
Seein as the sky in the aist stairtit tae tyne its blaunket o mirkness, tae the pailer, blue straikit purpie o foredawn, wizzen stairtit tae steer in the mairches an dykeraws.
Gradawallie, seein as the sun stairtit tae heave, the soond seemd a bittie lichter an nae that mirkie. At sax on the knock in the mornin, the tinglin o the kirk knock soondit awmaist blithe.
Awthings seemd tae cheinge as the day keekit; the sun wis as blithe an glowin as a mannie that haed fun wunnerfae traisure.
The kirk leukit lik it haed been bapteesed the noo: it sheent in the gowden sunlicht an it cuid be seen as a bonnie biggin.
The lairstanes in daylicht leukit lik glisterin teeth makit in a smirkin mooth.
The sun is thare; ye can see the flooers that haes been growin an placed upon the lairstanes. Thay awmaist glentit in the sunlicht, lik vieve bien jowels in a jowellery buist. It seemd that the lits o the flooers haed got redd o the dree gaun aroond the graveyaird durin the nicht; makin it a sauf steid tae be durin the day.
Seein as the heave o the sun stairtit, it comfortit the lans an aw o naitur on Erd. A bawd heaved fae its deep daurk thirl in the erd lik it haed gaed oot fae the mirk, dree an meeserie wi lost sauls; by gaun oot intae the sunlicht wi blitheness, lit an pace. Lik it wis a quat panel rinnin tae howp an glore. It run litfullie, blithe athort the graveyaird an it wis blithe aye efter.
Staundin thare lik lithe bields, wis auld trees. Thay leukit dreeful nae mair. The dree seemd tae hae opt awa fae thaim as thay flourisht wi flooers an blads. Thay streetched thair lang wudden fingers tae thair het freend the sun. The trees wis full o bees bizzin, birds tweetlin an lintful butteries fleein; thay stuid thare, clockit in thair bonnie green blads.
The soond o the skellets nae langer soondit weirdlie bit it wis gye sonsie for the fowk tae come an veesit the kirk. Deed thay war veesitin. Fowk cam tae lee brichtlie lintit flooers on the lairs; some wis jist haudin by tae respect the paceful lown sicht. A puckle fowk wis jist veesitin the kirk acause it wis efter aw a historical biggin o interest.
Efterhin seein as the knock strickit ane on the knock, a wee blithe curn doundert intae the kirk tae kirsten a babby.
The kirk an graveyaird the noo makit sic a picturesque sicht. It seemd haurd tae believe that the same steid, jist a puckle oors airlier, leukit that daurk an weirdlie. The noo it leukit that paceful an lown.
In the infineet deep mirk, stuid a lainlie forgotten clachan dern awa in the deepths o the mirksome kintraside. Seein as the last licht vainisht abuin the howff it wis lik the mirkness haed swallaed the last o the licht. Thare wis nae muin on this nicht tae sheen its cantie licht, lik the haill warld haed castit oot wi the sun an the muin in a kin o celestial ficht.
Staundin thare wis a mirkie eldritch graveyaird an a daurk, ill-leukin kirk. It stuid lik a huge maleegnant toor wi nae licht sheenin on it shawin it wis nae a hailie steid for fowk tae gang till. The fantoosh gowd cross that dowpt doon on tap o the steeple daed nae propone a steid tae warship on sic a nicht. Seein as craws ristit upon it, it creakit an graint lik in pyne.
The caldness fleetit throu the trees lik the braith o the Arctic blawin throu the air. The lairstanes wis juttin oot fae the erd lik skyscrapers in a ceety sky. A ceety o mirk, mirksome an sheddawie shapes, aiblins a ceety fae Hell?
Thare wis a slicht souch that whustled roond the lairstanes lik the eldritch whuspers o thaim leein aneath the stanes. The deid blads on the grun wis spairget aroond an blawn aroond lik vyces o ghaists whusperin abuin thair lairs.
The birds ruistin in the lang, daurk yew trees wis oorilie lown. In the neuk o the kirkyaird, a wee daurk, ill-less moose skeltert alang the cauld, bannt stane pad lik a keeker winin oot fiercelins fae its unfreend tae win tae its billie. Somewey, oot o the mirkness, a hooin soond cam lik a yowt fae the deepths o the hert o the banshee; it wis an ool. In fact it wis a granzie ool an suddentlie it heaved fae its spaik on the kirk steeple, spreedin its huge, white bricht weengs lik a doo at nicht fleein for pace an lik a ghaist that haed heaved fae the deid. The ool stairtit tae gang swith for the moose lik the moose wis on the rin, a keeker gettin hyne awa fae its unfreend; the keeker wis in fair mirkness, kivert by its unfreend, it cud see naethin. Suddentlie it wis aw ower. Wi a swith mudge o shams an heid, the ool punced. A muffled skirl wis hearkent fae the victim. The ool gaed swith intae the mirkness flaffin its huge white weengs lik it wis bringin pace tae mirkness, takin alang wi it, the skirlin moose; thay war seen nae mair.
Suddentlie, the oorie lown o the nicht wis jabt by the het up cry fae a cullach on the nearby ferm. The optimism o the bird wis ill-placed- it wis aye oors fae dawn. Lown retourd.
The eldritch cauld air o the graveyaird wis makit even mair mirkie wi the slaw, mirksome o the kirk knock at twa on the knock in the mornin. The skellets wis tinglin slawlie, lik skellets towlin for a beerial. The skellets towlt throuoot the nicht, acause o the eldritch whusperin win that wis blawin by the skellets. Stame cud be seen tovin fae the busses an trees. The braith o shalterin beasts, cairriet alang in the cauld nicht air lik the deein braith o the erd itsel.
The lairstanes wis leein plat on the grun lik thay war frozent deid buddies. Thay war cairved wi the names o dizzens o fowk, some mirk. Thair myndins wis gradawallie dwynin the cairvins an scrats on the stanes.
In the inower o the kirk, ye cud see naethin bit mirkness; it wis that mirkie, ye wad likelie nae want tae gang inower wi aw the dree gaun aroond.
Seein as the sky in the aist stairtit tae tyne its blaunket o mirkness, tae the pailer, blue straikit purpie o foredawn, wizzen stairtit tae steer in the mairches an dykeraws.
Gradawallie, seein as the sun stairtit tae heave, the soond seemd a bittie lichter an nae that mirkie. At sax on the knock in the mornin, the tinglin o the kirk knock soondit awmaist blithe.
Awthings seemd tae cheinge as the day keekit; the sun wis as blithe an glowin as a mannie that haed fun wunnerfae traisure.
The kirk leukit lik it haed been bapteesed the noo: it sheent in the gowden sunlicht an it cuid be seen as a bonnie biggin.
The lairstanes in daylicht leukit lik glisterin teeth makit in a smirkin mooth.
The sun is thare; ye can see the flooers that haes been growin an placed upon the lairstanes. Thay awmaist glentit in the sunlicht, lik vieve bien jowels in a jowellery buist. It seemd that the lits o the flooers haed got redd o the dree gaun aroond the graveyaird durin the nicht; makin it a sauf steid tae be durin the day.
Seein as the heave o the sun stairtit, it comfortit the lans an aw o naitur on Erd. A bawd heaved fae its deep daurk thirl in the erd lik it haed gaed oot fae the mirk, dree an meeserie wi lost sauls; by gaun oot intae the sunlicht wi blitheness, lit an pace. Lik it wis a quat panel rinnin tae howp an glore. It run litfullie, blithe athort the graveyaird an it wis blithe aye efter.
Staundin thare lik lithe bields, wis auld trees. Thay leukit dreeful nae mair. The dree seemd tae hae opt awa fae thaim as thay flourisht wi flooers an blads. Thay streetched thair lang wudden fingers tae thair het freend the sun. The trees wis full o bees bizzin, birds tweetlin an lintful butteries fleein; thay stuid thare, clockit in thair bonnie green blads.
The soond o the skellets nae langer soondit weirdlie bit it wis gye sonsie for the fowk tae come an veesit the kirk. Deed thay war veesitin. Fowk cam tae lee brichtlie lintit flooers on the lairs; some wis jist haudin by tae respect the paceful lown sicht. A puckle fowk wis jist veesitin the kirk acause it wis efter aw a historical biggin o interest.
Efterhin seein as the knock strickit ane on the knock, a wee blithe curn doundert intae the kirk tae kirsten a babby.
The kirk an graveyaird the noo makit sic a picturesque sicht. It seemd haurd tae believe that the same steid, jist a puckle oors airlier, leukit that daurk an weirdlie. The noo it leukit that paceful an lown.