Prompt: Cruel
Tonight the stars dance,
And in their midnight trance,
With blood on its hands,
The Ackruell commands…
Author: Harrison
Inktober 2018: Day 10
Prompt: Flowing
It can’t be leashed,
It can’t be chained,
It slips through bonds,
Like light in the rain.
‘Tis why we never accept
A Gastershire’s Bet,
‘Tis why we never upset
The Gastershires’ Pet…
Inktober 2018: Day 9
Prompt: Precious
A light touch and lighter fingers,
Relieves you of your purse;
In amongst the thieves and singers,
The Robba-Womp’s haul dispersed…
Inktober 2018: Day 8
Prompt: Star
A shining flame on high,
Falling down from the sky,
With a clunk and a trot,
Here comes the Astarot…
Inktober 2018: Day 7
Prompt: Exhausted
When a merry It tires of its times of play,
A miniscule Sprog leads It home for the day,
There It sleeps for long months at a time,
Finally It awakes to sing its songs and rhymes…
Inktober 2018: Day 6
Prompt: Drooling
From the bogs and barrows,
Under logs and in shallows,
Accursed by a Witch’s ruling,
Beware the Frollagritch’s drooling…
Inktober 2018: Day 5
Prompt: Chicken
Deep in the dark,
Down in the damp,
Deadly and dastardly,
the Cochatripe dines…
Inktober 2018: Day 4
Prompt: Spell
With a word and a whisper,
Wave the wand above the book,
Spin the magic into a twister,
And summon forth the Nabalok…
Inktober 2018: Day 3
Prompt: Roasted
Can you smell that, little one?
Past the trees over yonder,
A delicious meal’s a-cooking
In the House of the Hopperkin…
Inktober 2018: Day 2
Prompt: Tranquil
The Wickerwitch comes and the Wickerwitch goes,
Just what she’s after, nobody knows
But you best be careful not to step on her toes
Or she’ll cast a spell and send you into a doze…