It is done, the die is cast
Tomorrow we sail, behind the mast
Be weary of everything, everything you take
The ocean is mysterious, with the ability to break
The wind upon your cheek, the sun in your hair
Waking up to the sounds of waves, and the morning glare
The cloudless nights, And the perilous task
With waters so calm, and ice like glass
Not knowing what is so come, the time will pass
No sand, no beach, nor blade of grass
The cloudless nights, and the perilous task,
Not knowing what is to come, the time will pass
Not knowing what is to come, life won't last...
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A starry sky, an endless night,
The Werewolves are coming, the witches take flight.
A shooting star, the moon is full
The eye of newt, and werewolves drool
The hunt is on, the witches hunt
Grab your torches, and a weapon so blunt
Because the summer is here, and the witches take flight.
And your dogs have no bark, no claw, no bite.
Because the summer is here, and the witches take flight...
I don't know the second poem I wrote just to help me make it to the number of words I needed to post this. I wonder if i have gotten there yet. If I have then when I click add story it will say story posted.
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