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03 Thursday Oct 2019
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Sky is red, beyond the pane
Spell book opens, once again
Glows in a fiery orange flame
Speaks to me, calling, a name
Who is it, I begin to obsess?
Has it come, for me, to possess?
A spark of desire, from within
Incantations, will now, begin
I watch, the fire, burning bright
Embers seeking, in mid-flight
Touch my skin, no burn I feel
Awaken, but this, was oh so real!
Sky is red, beyond the pane
Spell book closes, once again
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25 Saturday May 2019
Posted in May Writing, Poetry
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A fiery apple, she quietly lures
Outside the town, nobody did notice
To her advantage, she uses a spell
This gypsy girl, mysterious poetess
Chanting rhymes and incantations
He falls for her, much to his chagrin
She knows exactly how to charm
But the fairy tale would never begin
Anger holds her tighter than love
He is doomed, in the aftermath
Never to see home, again, he is done
Easily bitten, by the apples of wrath
May Writing Prompts – The Apples of Wrath – Day 25/31
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10 Wednesday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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Behold the power, I keep in my hands
Many battles won, my magic, grand!
Villagers come, they seek, no doubt
Their wishes granted, but not without
A promise, to me, they must vow to make
Lest they feel the pain, make no mistake
Into toads, they will change, of this I exhort
I’ll add them to my own human wizard warts
The ones I use freely, to cast dastardly spells
I’ll grant no more wishes, they shall be quelled
Take heed, before journeying, through my land
You’ll feel cruelty, not pity, under my command
October Writing Prompt – Wizard Warts – Day 10/31
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26 Saturday May 2018
Posted in May Writing, Poems, Poetry
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I think it was just a century ago
Yes, I’m certain it wasn’t much longer
When I cast the spell of fire’s light
Twas then I became much stronger
Making colors dance, in rhythmic circles
While, below, Earth lit up the night
I stood high, above the mountain tops
Watching clouds, with mysterious light
Magical spells, calling forth my sisters
Let them rise in celebrated breath
Let them shine their light, in the darkness
Giving purpose, to their immortal death
I could feel my sisters, gathered around me
One’s who had passed, still in their prime
Banished by those, who misunderstood
I knew know, it was nearly my time
This promise, I make, to those before
I will never let you be cast aside
For you are the fire, burning in my soul
The reason you shall never be denied
May Writing Prompt: The century of certainty – Day 26/31
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