Cauldron of trouble
Bubble! Bubble!
Bring me a man who's barely got stubble!
Let all the darkness build up inside
So that I may be his daemon bride!
O, cauldron of trouble,
Raise from the rubble
The horrors of christmas past!
O, forever they'll say
'Tis a Horrortines Day
As they roam this eternity lost!
And to your delight,
O, dear heart of blight,
We shall feast on humanity's paed'
That my soon-tainted sir,
O, let him now stir,
Shall bring if this spell does succeed!
Author notes
I was inspired by the Shakespear quote:
"'Tis now the very witching hour of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world."
(Option 6)
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I thought 'daemon' was a miss spelling but it seems it isn't. Excellent poem; I like the easy flow and ole english style vocabulary
Prompt Development = 16/20
Organization = 16/20
Poetic Language & Imagery = 17/20
Use of Language = 18/20
Overall Impact = 17/20
Total = 84/100
Best of Luck
Stay safe
Manda
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Dark, yet lighter somehow... nice imagery... like it!
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