![]() Midnight ScreamsA Poem by Y.F.![]() Some black magic![]()
As the second of hands joins the first up the clock the moon shines it's light
on my big pot of crock
In my workshop you'll find many potions and books some ingredients bottled others hanging from hooks
As I stand dressed in black the elixir I stir on the shelf near the broom black cats lie and purr
An eye of a newt and the blood of a hound freshly squeezed from the beast laying still on the ground
The pot bubbles and steams as I chant the last verse once the elixir is done comes a terrible curse
One last thing I must add - just a small piece of skin as your terrified eyes stare at my evil grin © 2008 Y.F.Author's Note
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Added on May 8, 2008Author![]() Y.F.Do not disturb me, I'm already disturbed. ;)About**I don't really use this account anymore - keeping it open to preserve the existing content, but might close it in the future.** I've been writing throughout the vast majority of my life, mostly b.. more..Writing
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