“ Winter Seeks ” ~ cast its icy spell ~

 

On appointed day

Nature will decay,

For winter seeks

To cast its icy spell,

Hence find its way

Into its revived hell,

The while will chase

Fall from its peek,                                                         

And Frost held Jack

Means claim its stake

From world now grey,

To render frigid white

A winter’s blustery wake…

 

“ The Devil ” ~ is upstairs ~

I hear the patter

Of a prancer,

Held the devil

Playing dancer,

On the floor

Upstairs,

Came from hell

Just to frolic,

In a manner

Casts a spell,

Her intention

Guised to prance

Impishly carefree,

Issues to imbue

In a rhythm

Off the wall,

That conforms

To a voodoo

In an eerie storm,

She infernally performs

On the floor upstairs!

 

“ A Story Of Would ” ~ tired of good ~

 

A story of would

Speaks of a soul,

Said to be whole

Soon tired of good,

So mused he could

Choose to beguile,

Until he’d succeed

To cough up the child,

Who’d fashion seed

Ought turn the tide,

To that satanish spell

Where he might ride

The good’s other side,

So ye cads listen well

To Beelzebub tell

This tale of a ride,

For be damnably wild,

Sure to finish in hell!