there is a seat I mark my happy place
and ever I can use this throne of poise
much like the stool inside my reading room
but rather know this chair is like a broom

a broom, how can one rest upon a broom?
for surely, I  must jest to say a broom
a tale of witches clearly does explain
for witches seat a broom much like a plane

my happy place is not an earthly space
but rather see it as a...

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The sun had set at its usual hour

bringing excitement for a new found desire

of a book of mischeif or maybe magical power

we ran to the couch with an eager thrill

and daddy read as we listened still

as we hung to every suprising and unexpected word with will

Witches and forests that were frozen

to adventerous journeys unchosen

each word that was read

had d...

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All Hallows Eve

Gnarled tree roots claw from the ground

scratching over disturbed graves.

Pumpkins grin their toothless snarl,

fleshy tongues of seed and fibre.

The spectral drift of chilling mist

that prods and pokes at exposed flesh.

Somewhere a creature of the night

mewls in whimpering ecstasy

Dank leaves of autumn line the paths

as little ...

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