My new Novella "The Witch's Cat" is available. Based on the life of The Witch Of Pungo and infused with mysterious touches of the Paranormal. Check it out in my books section.
Witchery
'tis time once again for witchery
for jack'o lanterns and love potion teas
sleek, black cats frolic in the byways
trick or treaters filling the highways
ghostly mists now rise from cemeteries
haunted dreams and frightful worries
the witching time has come 'round again
to stir the fears of women and men
lock all your windows and your doors
still evil through the keyhole pours
grab the holy water and the cross
lest to its influence your soul be lost
'tis time once again for witchery
and the rule of ancient powers that be
How we all love to be spooked and scared....
I'll be dusting off the witch's costume once again...
And rehearsing my 'Hubble Bubble' routine...
Your delightful poem has all the ingredients
necessary for a dark and mysterious night of Witchery...
When the veil between Heaven and Earth thins.....
Diana...
Contains all the ingredients of a fearful potion. But I'm confused… Doesn't witchery occur all year long? Or is it something that just happens at this time of the year?
Bring on those witches & black cats & those delicious teas that could make me into an immortal warlock with the power to travel through time...oh how I wish...-e-
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
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Jon Michael
Your poems get better and better...
Always,
Deborah
Rebecca
I'll be dusting off the witch's costume once again...
And rehearsing my 'Hubble Bubble' routine...
Your delightful poem has all the ingredients
necessary for a dark and mysterious night of Witchery...
When the veil between Heaven and Earth thins.....
Diana...
Ron
Michael D.
Love ya!
Jane