From a pouch a rune is pulled Hope it may give to a life fulfilled 🌑 A symbol of fate a future unknown The destination not the arrival date
As the storm rages the mad Warlock sings His beast of burden beats its leathery wings 🌑 The Apocalypse has come out to play This will truly be Earth’s last sunny day 🌑 What was wrong becomes right what was right becomes wrong As the mad Warlock continues to sing his insane song
The Warrior rises baby in Arms One to protect and see no Harm 🌑 Made of iron a gentle Soul Guard the little one his only Goal
I have a Black Cat of the Hilltop in my head, she knows everything.
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They always do……😊
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Black cats have that mesmerising stare. Nice one.
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They do. We have one who once the inspiration for the poem! 😊
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Other worldly creatures – I would love a cat but we have dogs and not the sort that would get on well with cats – oil and water I’m afraid…hey that is a really good name for a cat/dog combo.
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I love that, oil and water would be such good names for the combo, much better and apt than ying and yang……😊
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❄black cats are cool❄
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Sounds like our Treacle, she has that soul penetrating look down to a fine art. Black cats are truly magical like that
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We have a black cat and live on a hilltop. This and her stare was the inspiration for the poem.
I agree there is something special about black cats. 😊
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Yes! Rabbits, ducks, mice and man beware!
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Indeed! 😊
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Their eyes glow in the dark !👍🤝
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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