
Inktober Day 13 – Scarecrow
As the witches cast their spells under moonlight igniting Hell
As the bones of the ancients tremble awake
There are signs in you – of a grave mistake
You’ve crossed someone as old as sin
And now your suffering will start to spin
You won’t know when it will strike
But when it does, it does with a bite
And you will falter under this spell
As wicked things, drag you to Hell
Filed under poetry
library lovin', backlist browsin', SFF reader...
I'm a shattered mirror. Poetry holds my broken pieces together.
Your Daily Dose of Cute Dogs
Writer - Podcaster - YouTuber
A blog for those who can never put down a book
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
forest gardening in Scotland and beyond
A safe place to talk openly about mental health & illness
I LEAVE YOUR ROAD TO WALK ON MY GRASS.
Children's Book Reviews and Recommendations from a Primary School Teacher
“May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring