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Well we’re playing with fire beneath the Demon Moon;
Our glittering hearts of glass snared by shadow stalkers
while our painful smiles reflect firefly flashes, illuminated
underneath the Skeleton Moon.
”Hello, Hello? Are you there?”
Pale fingers crawl like spiders over plastic and glass;
Pushing, pulling, leading toward sinister shadows
beneath the Demon Moon.
”I’ve always been here; Waiting for you.”
Smiles contort to silent screams; Blood flowers bloom as white flesh
cracks and tears; Glowing bright as jewels beneath the
Skeleton Moon.
We’re consumed by fire beneath the Demon Moon;
Our glittering hearts of glass smashed by shadow stalkers
while our screams rise upon the winds to serenade the stars
underneath the Skeleton Moon.
Our glittering hearts of glass snared by shadow stalkers
while our painful smiles reflect firefly flashes, illuminated
underneath the Skeleton Moon.
”Hello, Hello? Are you there?”
Pale fingers crawl like spiders over plastic and glass;
Pushing, pulling, leading toward sinister shadows
beneath the Demon Moon.
”I’ve always been here; Waiting for you.”
Smiles contort to silent screams; Blood flowers bloom as white flesh
cracks and tears; Glowing bright as jewels beneath the
Skeleton Moon.
We’re consumed by fire beneath the Demon Moon;
Our glittering hearts of glass smashed by shadow stalkers
while our screams rise upon the winds to serenade the stars
underneath the Skeleton Moon.
Literature
Mad As A Hatter
Mad As A Hatter
I pull my hat low upon my brow
My hands trembling, convulsing now
I wipe the drool from off my chin
And try to walk upright again
I stumble, screaming out a horrific sound
I have fallen once more to the ground
I cannot stop the shrieking
How many biscuits are there today?
A COPPER A WATCHMAN!
No, no n-n-n-n-no sir, I-I-I-I
Hattah Hattah Hattah Haigha
STOP IT!
It comes from within yet I know not where
I crawl now with frightful despair
I only wish to return home
Saved from the tempers which are my own
And here they come their coat of white
I have no voice to tell my plight
And yet I laugh and mumble so
Ten o
Literature
The Cheshire Cat
The nights grow longer as I wait for my dear sweet Alice. Always having something interesting to say with quite a mouth for such a young barn; however, it is that trait that truly brings my heart closer to her radiant figure in this bleak world. Her stride keeps my gaze until I can no longer stand the agony of knowing the truth of this my secret, nice love.
Though she does not understand all of what I have done for her is out of my deep want of her to love me as I love her. My taunts are only a true want of her to endeavor at these the journeys she must undertake herself and only by herself.
The nights and days passed as I wait
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Hatter
Drink from my cup
sit in my chair
hurry hurry
I must find a new kettle
and the march hare.
Walk
run fly and fall.
Quick back to tea
take a sip
a gulp
perhaps a bit of sugar
a pot of tea
maybe three?
Quickly quickly
no time to waste
no time to waste to race
its always time for tea.
A dash of honey
a lump of suger
and a guest for tea.
Switch chairs
trade with the hare
but dont forget the tea.
All life for tea
you me and tea.
Tea by the pot
the cup
the drum
sweet wonderful tea.
But remember you must have tea
with me
you see?
Its not quite tea time
or a pot of grey
nor a party wi
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One of my longest poems ever.
I'm okay with it, but I don't think it's that spectacular. I haven't written anything for quite awhile, and this was inspired by using an Ouija Board.
Of course this depicts a really really bad experience with the board.
Yay for my pretty imagination. >_o;
I'm okay with it, but I don't think it's that spectacular. I haven't written anything for quite awhile, and this was inspired by using an Ouija Board.
Of course this depicts a really really bad experience with the board.
Yay for my pretty imagination. >_o;
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