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Autumn’s Lair – #poetry #AprilWriting – #NaPoWriMo

21 Wednesday Apr 2021

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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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#FridayFantasy ~ Sisterly Love – #poetry #fantasy

02 Friday Oct 2020

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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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The Great Crusader – #poeticprose – #JuneWriting

06 Thursday Jun 2019

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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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#writephoto – The Return of the King – A very #shortstory

09 Saturday Feb 2019

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“Here me now, my mighty king! This sword I raise to your memory! Would doth come back to us should we pray louder? We are but noble servants to this kingdom, a kingdom lost without its leader. I ask this, for the people, that you return, to once again lead us, make this realm the grandest in the land. Teach the young ones the glory of the sword, this sword that you used to conquer the less mighty, until that fateful day, when at last, the sword breathed no more. I stand before the brick of thy castle, in the hopes the spirits within, will find it in their souls to release you from these walls. Can you hear me, my mighty king?! I ask you to answer we, who have gathered to see you once again. Speak to us!”

“George…For Pete’s sake!! The whole neighborhood can hear you. Pretty sure the king is in hiding with all this publicity. Come inside, now, dinner is ready.”

“Yes, dear”

And with that, George returned his trusty sword to its case, now lying in wait for the return of the king..

To be continued…

 

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Maggoty Monsters – #poetry #OctWrite #OctPoWriMo

15 Monday Oct 2018

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Said the wicked old witch, to the fly on the wall
Your maggots are restless, won’t stop moving at all
I need them, to stir up, a batch of my brew
Tell them to calm down, for a moment or two

Said the fly on the wall, to the wicked old witch
You can do it yourself, with a lick and a stitch
If they don’t work out, then it best be forgotten
After all, these monsters, were all misbegotten

Still the fly had his price, it was all or nothing
Didn’t matter to him that his brood was abuzzin’
But the witch wanted quiet, to conjure her drink
With them making noise, she could barely think!

Trying to soothe over the old lady’s nerves
The maggots calmed down, landed, reserved
The witch was now happy, she shouted with glee
Finally! This is exactly how I need them to be

The witch got her purse, but the fly wanted double
Not able to agree, only caused them more trouble
With that, the witch, well, she’d had enough
And the fly on the wall… he’s now merely a scuff

 

October Writing Prompt – Maggoty Monsters – Day 15/31
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