23 Friday Apr 2021
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This knight
Summoned, chosen
By the light of the moon
Knows chivalry does not falter
Nor die
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Instead
His mighty stance
Shows determination
Dauntless, he and his loyal steed
Trust faith
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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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16 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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Ghoulish creature in full moon light
Eerily stalking you, in ebony night
No longer hidden, the Hunter’s Moon glows
Lighting the way, with terror, he shows
A hideous face, with a sickle in hand
His quest for you, most carefully planned
Watching and waiting, he stares in the dark
Empty eyes gazing, he’s leaving his mark
Quivering soul, he’s gotten into your head
Wearing you down, no escape from the dead
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09 Friday Oct 2020
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Perched up high, upon a branch
In the forest, dark and scary
The owl waits for his next prey
Though his mistress, quite contrary
She sits inside, in black of night
By the window, where she eyes
Creatures scurrying about the grass
And much to her surprise
One comes closer, just enough
So the door, she opens wide
Watches as it makes its way
Unsuspecting, now inside
The cauldron boils and bubbles
As the witch begins to chortle
“Trick or treat, my tasty one
It’s time for my nightly mortal”
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05 Monday Oct 2020
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#poetry, Children, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, forest, house, Night Owl Poetry, poems, witch, writing
The children journeyed near the forest house
She stood there, watching and waiting
Not making a sound, as quiet as a mouse
The witch thought this ever frustrating
All she wanted was to make a stew
The ingredients, of course, did matter
Children, she thought, ah! Something new
She would whip up a nice tasty batter
Douse them with flour, throw in some eggs
Mix it all up with her broomstick
Heads and arms, tangled feet and legs
Straight into the oven, she was quick
Closed the door tightly, then shouted with glee
“Yes! Yes!! Such a fanciful notion!”
“I once heard that children are very tasty,”
Then came a sound, quite the commotion!
Looking about, she spied her creations
Escaping, they ran, hurried, for the door
Sighing, the witch, now lacking elation
“Oh well, I’ll just wait for two more.”
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