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A Haunted October NightLeaves of yellow, gold and red Litter the frosted ground The sunset casts a golden light That warms the crisp evening airA Haunted October Night
Children filter out the doors Of the uniform houses
That sit in perfect rows Their faces covered by masks And brightly colored clothes
Kind old ladies, with wrinkled faces Sit with bowls of candy And give out sweets and little gifts To the youthful trick-or-treaters That claim this haunted night
Little zombies with torn clothes Mummies wrapped in cloth and guaze Fella boast a hand made robe Complete w
by ~Cait-Ry
Ghost of the Haunted HouseFinally! Fella reached the front of the seemingly never-ending line that lead up to the spookiest haunted house in town. He was dressed in a long, black cloak with a pointed hood pulled over his head. He clutched a sickle shaped bade on a tall stick. He was the grim reaper, creepier that anything that could have awaited him in this house of horrors. Bravely, he took his first few steps into the dark hallway in front of him. The creators of this attraction had not missed the mark. It had everything from bloody, chainsaw murders to the most gruesome monsters, but not forgetting tGhost of the Haunted House
by ~Cait-Ry
The Coming of SpringThe endless cold of winter Will the sunlight ever shine While the crystal flakes of snow keep falling Bitter cold is at its riseThe Coming of Spring
Tiny lush green sprouts Come poking through the snow The valiant knights of spring time fight against the wretched snow
As the big gold sun starts shining Winter knows its rein will end As the snow turns into water Spring is ready to begin
Thick cords of vines And young new leaves Grow about the thawing trees
Soft velvet petals The most lush of grass fill the meadows as in the past
by ~Cait-Ry
A Broken AngelTattered wings and a broken heart A wish that she could fly All that pain left over Showing through her sky blue eyesA Broken Angel
If only he hadn't left her With nothing more to spare A broken angel in despair
She tried to stand And walk on her own once more She fell again Left laying on the floor
Another man came after And she was scared even more That he would hurt her Like one had done before
He grabbed her by the arm And helped her off the floor He stitched together her broken wings And taught her how to
by ~Cait-Ry
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Four Swords poemFour swords for one destined to rise in the face of evil broken free, 'ere it was bound.Four Swords poem
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One sword for grassy meadows furrows of the fallow fields; tall, old trees standing barren after autumn's yellow yields.
For forests thick with mosses, golden pathways winding there; green leaf and vine and ivy grown upon the hidden stairs.
For woodland village folk who toiled through the ages, the bardic songs and stories that filled their vellum pages.
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One sword for water blue
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"But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour"
-"The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe
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Augusten, do you struggle for the words?
does the right way to put it sometimes hurt?
Augusten, are you just like me?
does your hurt fade as you write out your history?
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"But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour"
-"The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe
--
Augusten, do you struggle for the words?
does the right way to put it sometimes hurt?
Augusten, are you just like me?
does your hurt fade as you write out your history?
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"But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour"
-"The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe
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Augusten, do you struggle for the words?
does the right way to put it sometimes hurt?
Augusten, are you just like me?
does your hurt fade as you write out your history?
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This is for the ones I see above me
Three little stars in a great big sky
Light for the world and hope for the weary
They try
~Mary Chapin Carpenter, On With The Song
So, where's the non-existant cake?
Answer: [link]
ehehe im in a wierd mood
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Villany wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue- Ichabod Crane (Johnny Depp... or is it Washington Irving? <.<''
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