Rescue From The Witch – Original Fantasy Poem by Dragon Blogger

Light Poems
24 Jun 2009

Rescue From The Witch

Feel the sun burn the night
A startled bird fixed in flight
Angry goblins within the woods
Hidden hunters in dark grey hoods

A girl is lost in a witches cave
Sentenced to be a broken slave
Hunters seek to restore her life
One still seeks her as his wife

But the goblin queen is well prepared
A wealth of traps, the hunters snared
A knife flashes in the dark
The hollow cries of a lark

One sole hunter cuts free
Faced with death, he does not flee
The hag descends and her fury dreaded
The hunter slashes, the witch beheaded

The young girl found, a shining pearl
He picks her up and spins a whirl
A thousand hugs and kisses found
As he carries her away without a sound

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

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The Witches Brew – Random Twitter Poem for Friday May 8th

twitter poems
08 May 2009

Today’s random twitter poem is one of my common themes about being careful what you wish for, it is the story of a woman seeking a witch to brew her a potion to make your prettier, younger or healthier, only to find that it was a trick in the end. Thanks to the following twitter followers for the 12 random words today (in blue):

@coffeetablepoet (amazing), @DavidMercury (pleasure), @Rinari (dulcet), @Catherine1016 (disaster), @santasdevil (Spiderweb), @numbnuggets (funk), @DVDsnapshot (stew), @anefallarme (patience), @shemah (enterprise), @MeghnaK (fabulous), @ashchuan (polygamy), @Zorlone (veneer)

The Witches Brew

In a small hovel, a witches brew
Thick and chunky, though not a stew

Unusual dulcet aroma stimulates
Wondering what amazing creation awaits?

Gnarled old woman clothed like a monk
Stirs the mixture solemnly, as if in a funk

A witch, with no risk of marriage or polygamy
As she is the type who is quite unfriendly

Dirt and grime are to be found everywhere
Even a spiderweb covering a worn veneer chair

Hoping the potion shall bring you pleasure
The effects beyond anything you can measure

Patience now is surely required
Something not so easily acquired

The fabulous brew brought slowly to a simmer
Would you be young again, or maybe just slimmer

Profitable enterprise this witch could run
Just selling magical potions by the ton

Your portion is served and you drink in a hurry
At first nothing, then your vision becomes blurry

Disaster happens as your body starts to shake
Horribly transforming into a small coiled snake

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

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