Midnight stirs the woods to wake,
The earth begins to tremble,
Birds cry out in frantic flight,
While creatures twist and stumble.
From the depths of darkest night,
Beelzebub ascends in flame,
Spitting fire, a curse unleashed,
A nightmare with no name.

"Father, will Mother be joining us tonight?"

"No, my dear."

"Why not, Father?"

"She went into town this afternoon, and now she carries the scent of common folk."

"Wise choice, Father."

"I thought so, my love."

"I say, old chap, did you just drop this twenty-pound note?"

"I did. It is of no use to me, for I am extremely rich. Keep it for your troubles."

"My point is: you're being a litterbug. Here, take it and clear off."

"Madam, have you no decorum?"

"Sir, you mistake me for someone
who cares."

In a world where colours blend and break,
A boy with a kaleidoscope mind does wake.
He holds the lens of endless change,
Where truths shift softly, never strange.

Through fractured glass, the universe bends,
Stars turn to whispers, roads twist and end.
He watches the dance of thought and light,
A spectrum of dreams that paint the night.

Each turn reveals a thousand skies,
A thousand truths, a thousand lies.
He learns to trust what he cannot see,
The silent song of eternity.

In the patterns, his soul finds peace,
For in the chaos, there’s release.
The boy with eyes that dare to roam,
Finds in the unknown, his truest home.

And as he walks through worlds untold,
His heart beats with the colours bold,
For in the kaleidoscope’s embrace,
He knows he’s never out of place.

Catch me a pheasant,
Bring me fine wine,
Make yourself pretty,
And together we'll dine.

The fox was consumed
by unrelenting rage.
His cubs had been stolen,
locked in a cage.
No key did he have
to unlock the door,
so he waited and waited,
like a clock ever more.

"Look, Dad, a red squirrel!"

"Stand back, son; this could get messy."