6 of 100

From (1 of 100):

I'm going to try to challenge myself, and this is the very first one. I am going to try to write 100 Poems in 30 days (essentially, I'm trying to pay for a Birthday Gift for my wife and this is how I want to pay for it). Anyway 100 Poems in 30 Days... should be something to see. I just hope I can come through with good poetry that people enjoy.

Here you can see 5 of 100.

Now to the 6th in this series... let's make some money so I can buy her an even better gift!!

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Sorceress

Star-lit,
A fabulous fire flails
malign
Against the warring wills...

Drill-down the perilous path my friend,
and hereto lies the Lycanthropic mind.

Crater's deep and 2-doors down,
Feel free to humble me if you feel you have found it...
the greatest gift if good,
but winning won't bring back the dead.

Find the fear that lies in most mirrors
as you ogle and stare your own reflection down...
it is,
Cordially Yours and all that non-sense
does nothing to the cast-out hounds.

Frozen in flippant gestures,
a scant crawling and flailing group of hobgoblins
hooting,
hollering,
holding high to a serpent's tongue
and believing the unbelievable tales.

I sing-song fill the winds long flowing
as my wrongs are slightly going...
round and round the old-world schemes
as gifts are nought but dreams within dreams.

Pleasure,
a fine withering of soul and control.

Soon these ringing words will wring out truths
that the merest of mortals will take as true...
even lies hide the lies of many men and women.

When then can I fend off the subtle knife-gestures
and tend to wounds that were inflicted by you?
I spew forth words,
they die on the wind,
they course down a slippery slope as things become unhinged.

Starling,
Oh Starling...
your deepest desires
magically marked by a myriad of hearts,
the murder of crows flies forth with heavy hearts
knowing none may now touch the flowing-flowing
of the River of Life.

Still I ask,
still I am...
filled to the brim and overflowing,
an effervescent energy courses
down the limbs and out the other side
with drum-beats
and horns blaring
and cryptic messages held in shaking fists.

I.