The Night Reader (a poem) — My Creative Cauldron

After dusk We turn to dust And fly into the night Where horses prance and witches dance Bathed in bright moonlight From fairies wings We hear them sing Of perils they must face We hear the sound And hit the ground To give the villains chase The sleuths will sleuth Discover the truth We watch […]

via The Night Reader (a poem) — My Creative Cauldron

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