Poetry ~ Beware!

Beware the skeleton key unlocking family lore
Beware the whispers behind closed doors

Beware the secrets on the diary page
Beware the fire fueled with rage

Beware the dark night illuminating your fears
Beware the sorrow that brings no tears

Beware the heart lacking desire
Beware the mind no longer inspired

But, most importantly,

Beware the monsters under your bed
for those are the monsters that live in your head

Poetry ~ The Langhurst Curse

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‘Twas four centuries past
since the family lost their sight
generations of charcoal eyes
that pierced the steely night

The curse was ancient lore
resurrected with each birth
the charcoal eyes of a child
born with the Langhurst curse

History tells the story
of witches who cast the spell
poisoning the eyes of a doll
and throwing it down a well

A cauldron filled with venom,
bitterness, and hate
contained a powerful poison
that sealed the family’s fate

But if the truth be known,
no curse could take their sight
the family’s hatred of witches
created the Langhurst’s plight

And to this very day,
the family drinks the witches’ brew
allowing the curse to blind them
to what the witches said was true

The Langhursts, like the others,
are blinded by their hate
passed down through generations
that seal their family’s fate

Look deep into their blinded eyes,
eyes as dark as coal,
for hatred is the powerful poison
that cursed the family’s soul
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Poetry ~ Spooky

They never found her body
If there was a body to be found

With six fingers and six toes,
she was … different

Hence the name. Spooky.
Her mama knew
what others didn’t
she was born with the gift

or a curse

depending on your
perspective

Dressed in black,
she was a creature of the night

“Hard one to find,”
proclaimed the detective

Last one to see her said she
floated over the swamp
out of sight

The case had gone cold.
until tonight…

Spooky!