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Late one nice warm evening Came a very loud knock upon my door It was a complete stranger Tired bewildered and lost Now imprisoned in my dark magical woods A gracious host of course I bowed and extended my hand and stated Please come in, dear friend take a seat and let’s discuss pressing matters Such as the ghost to my left or the ghoul to the right dressed in tatters As you can plainly see I am playing poker with the 3 eyed demons of the 4th night Who infamous cheaters like the mummies rarely ever get a second invite The vampires are sitting in the shadows where they think no one may see Putting visine in their red eyes White roses in black lapels and sharpening their pointed teeth The werewolves yellow dripping fangs Are climbing the curtains growling Come the rising of the round moon The goblins little monsters stroll in nosily Angrily demanding recognition which is rightly their due The witches spitting and cursing their hats Hopped clumsily off their brooms While the strongest warlocks were locked in battle Throwing spells across the amber walled room They have arrived for my banquet As all have received the coveted invitations before When some foolish stranger like you Unaware knocks upon my door, All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M Darby March 2, 2019. All Material Stored in Author Base Humorous Dark Poetry
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
The Banquet
Late one nice warm evening Came a very loud knock upon my door It was a complete stranger Tired bewildered and lost Now imprisoned in my dark magical woods A gracious host of course I bowed and extended my hand and stated Please come in, dear friend take a seat and let’s discuss pressing matters Such as the ghost to my left or the ghoul to the right dressed in tatters As you can plainly see I am playing poker with the 3 eyed demons of the 4th night Who infamous cheaters like the mummies rarely ever get a second invite The vampires are sitting in the shadows where they think no one may see Putting visine in their red eyes White roses in black lapels and sharpening their pointed teeth The werewolves yellow dripping fangs Are climbing the curtains growling Come the rising of the round moon The goblins little monsters stroll in nosily Angrily demanding recognition which is rightly their due The witches spitting and cursing their hats Hopped clumsily off their brooms While the strongest warlocks were locked in battle Throwing spells across the amber walled room They have arrived for my banquet As all have received the coveted invitations before When some foolish stranger like you Unaware knocks upon my door, All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M Darby March 2, 2019. All Material Stored in Author Base Humorous Dark Poetry
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
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