Friday the 13th: We Craft Our Own Superstition
Why is “Thirteen” always convened with misfortune and mistrust
It’s not its fault, it was the occult, that branded its disgust
The thirteenth card, within Tarot, is the “Card of Death”
Coincidence is what I weigh, poor number thirteen had no say
Ponder what if this label was placed on you, for decades you were scorned
Ridiculed, you made the fool, a label you would not want
And so thirteen did what I would do, and teamed up with unlucky “Friday the Fool”
And so it began, “Friday the Thirteenth” took hand, no more pain would they injure
In spite of us, the label we stuck, they took hold and worn it well
All take heed, together would they, convey terror, misfortune, mistrust
What should we learn, from labels we burn, on unwary innocent souls
We craft our own fear, as superstitions appear, our fault, as they take on these roles!
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In Shadows They Hide - Poetry Devoted to Darkness and Fear
HorrorA collection of dark poems relating to Darkness, Fear and the Unexplained in attempts to thrill you! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed conjuring!
