22 Friday Oct 2021
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Halloween, Poetry
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She blends with the mist
In the soft moonlight
Heading for the castle
In the pitch of night
17 Sunday Oct 2021
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His minions swirled
Around the castle, dark
Blackened shingles
Stand cold and stark
Still, this prince
Will leave his mark
On the one so unsuspecting
21 Wednesday Apr 2021
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Poetry
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Not many travel
To the top of these stairs
Most never make it,
Though she doesn’t care.
Never reaches out,
To offer her hand
They teeter and topple,
And there she’ll stand.
Smirk on her face,
Fire in her eyes
This Tower of Terror,
She’ll make you despise.
Every breath you’ve taken,
To reach the very top
Every muscle that’s aching,
But you just can’t stop.
She captures with a spell,
To fight you don’t dare
She’s invited you, dearie,
Into Autumn’s Lair.
April Writing Prompts: The tower of terror and Autumn’s lair
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02 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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She is the darkness that glows in the night
A beautiful bird against the full moon light
Sisterly love, she admires, from afar
Elegance floats, while she stands, char
Ebon as midnight, only pale skin aglow
Standing in shadows, afraid to show
Frozen, she is quiet, still, like a stone
Hoping the others won’t see her alone
But sight of her they do, indeed, espy
They hiss and they trumpet, a loud outcry
A warning to the guards, in the castle keep
Who send her away, and she silently weeps
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06 Thursday Jun 2019
Posted in June Writing, Poetic Prose
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A mighty one, was Sir Timothy, who stood proudly, protecting his family. Guarding the gates to the palace, where, others dare not enter, if he was standing there. A one man army, no soldiers did he lead, no man could outdo him, nor his trusty steed. His honor, to stand fast, against all invaders, tis why the country dubbed him, their Great Crusader.
Rumor has it, he often returns on the eve, of the battle that took him, caused his loved ones to grieve. Though they dare not look upon him, this noble man of King Gawain, for sunken eyes and bony cheeks, are all that remain. Sir Timothy, they claim, will visit, from time to time, made known by the church bell’s melancholic chime.
June Writing Prompt – Sunken eyes and bony cheeks were all that remained – Day 6/30
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