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All is done now and I packed all into my saddle bags,
mounted them on to my new horse with all country flags.

Riding slowly away from rugged mountain terrain which was, for so long my home,
Mixed nostalgia setting in but I am finally free to roam.

My horse leading me on to a steady path along thorny hedges and trees
Accompanying us now are just the squirrels, birds and bees.

We will feed of the the land and the ground will be our bed,
tranquility setting in at sunset on this long ride ahead

Now darkness is breaking in and my horse and I settle down for the night
the wind is blowing a gentle breeze around the now roaring fire's bright.

I made my bed in the undergrowth and fall asleep under the sky of infinity stars
peacefully I hibernate without surrounding concrete towers or any noises of cars.

Into the silvery moon beans stepped
a damsel most comely, hair spun like gold
shiny dagger at her waist kept clasped
towards her victims she was so ice-cold

She enticed them into her dark world
there to seduce and send them insane
captivated them as round she swirled
once they were caught, their souls she would constrain

Bending them to her hot fiery passions
by love alone she could hold them spellbound
in her arms there were no earthly frictions
her lithe body kept their love newfound

Come to me, love me she sang with rapture
now your soul , I will hunt down and capture

I travelled a thousand and one miles without a break
just to came and say....Hi!......to you!
When I arrived all you were for me but another take
in my ever thirsty hunger for a love do.

I looked at you with my dark mysterious eyes
ripped your heart very slowly trice.
Left your soul less able to ever again to tell lies
and your frail and used up carcass for the mice.

THEN...

You were reborn without a soul and warm hearth
and floated helplessly between heaven and earth;
until the time came you transformed into another mold
never ever be released again to a human hold.

Tremble my heart,
follow my lead this way.
Listen to the violins,
before they begin to play.

As the doves cry, in sorrow
& the hogs, grunt at the moon.
They will be waiting for you
In a ditch meant for your tomb

Listen to the mockingbirds
The ruffles of each tree
The lonely dark skyline,
Thats where they will be.

If your looking for love
Please dont look that way
If you want them,
Just as they want you.
Be prepared to dance,
In a gloomy graveyard
Ballroom.

Dont feel sorry for them,
As they dont care for you.
The cruilty of true love,
Is buried in this cemetery
Of doom.

Dont be afraid as yet
Dont walk away
The prayers & angels
Surrounding you
Have saved your life today.

Halloween is the time when children

dress up as witches, gouls and ghosties

to celebrate this special yearly event.


But there was a time in 1790 that it was a

different story, in America and other countries

around that time suspected women and men

of practicing black magic using evil chants and


Spells, and were seeked out by townspeople.

A witch was a woman who loved black cats and

used secret potions had bubbling cauldrens and


Flew around on broomsticks and if caught would be

burned at the stake or summarily drowned by the

leaders of the witch hunters, all this was the lead up


To what we now celebrate as Halloween. Children go

around trick or treating, unaware of the folklore

of the flying witch on her broomstick and evil doings


Children now expect that at midnight witches will make

their appearance during the bewitching hour, flying

across the face of the moon on their broomsticks.

Halloween is really meant to be the night of the Witch.

Sunshine so bright, flowers so colourful, your eyes like dynamite
walking hand in hand knowing well that you could be my cyanide.
But still I enjoy the supsense of not knowing how you will love me
as I told you that I have been hurt so many times by thee.

I carry on ignoring the little so well know signs of my intuition
when we turn into well known establishment somewhere down south in Britain.
Your colours are changing slowy into that of a Chameleon
acting like a bird of paradise at first then more like a stallion.

You are not my type! after all you had offered me this afternoon
I excuse myself and make my way out through the back of the saloon
Once outside I take a deep breath and can finally break free
cleansing myself of your pompous behaviour in the nearby sea.

our love was strong.. like that of a flame.... it twas love at first sight.. didnt even know her name.. we laughed we sang... and held our sorrows in each others hands... looked towards the future and made bright plans.... then the rain came... and faded the flame... made our sparks die out.... ive tried so many times to relight the fire... but everytime i try... my heart screams and shouts.... the flame wont rekindle... the fire wont ignite... im forced to walk alone...in the darkness of night... without the faintest moonlight.... - Lucas C. Hooks

I don’t trust myself with you. I am afraid of what I’ll become.
Half of me love you and the other half hates how I allow you to hurt me. I bow to one who pretends to be dominant.
Your feeble life and meaningless existence was my entire universe,
the epicenter of my being.
How easy I could of slain this villain who tortured me,
be drenched in the blood of the one who made sins off my soul.
But by love’s mercy you still breathe air.
I imagine you think me not a monster but a fool to be toyed with.
But I’m not the one pretending to be a child of god.
I’ll give you time to collect happiness and when you gather the most precious of them in this self-centered life of yours,
I’ll take them away. One by one I’ll break them.
Fragile are things of this world you so dearly cherish.
They say revenge is worth suffering for and “oh how I’ve suffered.
But this is not about revenge,
only you will know how this story ends.

By Ivory Petals

Woman,
it is 3 AM
where are you?

Do you know
what it is like
stretched across a bed

alone at 3 AM
waiting for you
staring at the moon?

The clock ticks,
the moon rolls
over rooftops and disappears...

I drive to look for you,
nothing but closed signs
in windows with faceless mannequins...

Red lights and stop signs,
basket people about,
still no you...

So, I text you and no reply,
I drove back home
to greet the god of wine...

A bottle later,
still no you...

(Caution this deals with mental health issues)

I sit on my bed
The voices are starting again
They are relentless
They keep screaming at me

I sit and cry uncontrollably
I am all alone
No one to help me
No one to be there for me

I shout "SHUT UP!"
They continue to get worse
I feel like I'm going out of my freaking mind

I get up
I walk toward the kitchen
I grab a bottle of pills...