“Drink deeply, my hapless mortal, Of our heady, corrupting brew. Feast upon fine foods and sweet treats That turn to mere dust in your mouth And mark you as ours forever. Feel life’s warmth leave your soulless shell Once that racing heart beats its last. Lose the grace of mortality; Become trapped for eternity.” PoetryPoemFairiesSpeculative PoetryFantasy Poetry Book:Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions: A Speculative Poetry Collection Source: Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions: A Speculative Poetry Collection
“The Witch of the Crater dove in and survived. The Witch of the Badlands bade mountains her hive. Devourer, Deceiver, Destroyer in one. No soul made it past her defenses alive. Where sand turns to craggy rock, turn back and run. Of body and blood, the Devourer leaves none.” WitchFantasy PoemCautionary TaleFictional SongsFantasy PoetryFictional PoemWitch Poems Book:The Paragon Source: The Paragon
“Deep in the desert, o’er painted rock hill, Once was an ocean aplenty until The Devourer emerged, the water was scourged. What should never have emptied nevermore would fill. Deep in the desert, ‘neath painted rock hill, The thwarted one waits for the levee to fill. The witch drank it dries, the crow stole her eyes, so she usurped its body and took to the skies. Deep in the desert o’er painted rock hill, The crow hag thirsts when the stormclouds refill. The crow drinks them dry, the hag tarries by, but not a drop descends from the grey desert sky. Deep in the desert ‘neath painted rock hill, The crow plots its descent into the anthill. The ants–unawares–have forgotten their prayers. The Devourer remembers and hungers still.” WitchFantasy PoemCautionary TaleFictional SongsFantasy PoetryFictional PoemBabarogaCreepy PoetryFictional Poetry Book:The Paragon Source: The Paragon