Why is the morning so dark...a free verse poem?
There. I've done it...and it will not come undone.
So deck the halls and all that.
What's Halloween without a witch?
If ever a wonderful witch there was...
But spells will not cease, nor enchantments,
I would not want them to.
"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner", case in point.
Didn't you know? Didn't you guess?
Yes, it is, and no, it isn't.
Some things are best left unsaid,
undone,
unafraid.
My knees hurt, and there's no spell for them.
Dance around the dark tree...
for me.