The fire’s burning down below
Spread and catch a goblin’s toe
The interests entrechats calms down
As fireworks explode in Tinseltown.
The love for fairy’s, witches and spells
Died with the love of fairytales
But is not lost in the magic enclosed
His blind eye of hatred burns through the sky
Followed forever by the evil eye
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Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of selected poetry written both in recent years and during my teen years.
