The Plot and the Plan
The plot and the plan
A plan he was planning
a plot he was plotting
that no one dared to reveal
For fear of the mark
that glowed in the dark
at times when the moon
was full
When the clock struck twelve
a red fiendish bull
was painted on the wizard's door
The plot he was plotting
the plan he was planning
no one ever knew
for he will keep it a secret
until the world ever new.
Author's note: Was bored in school and I just wrote this out on a scrap piece of paper,
really don't know what it means....lol....2007-07-25..*Maryam
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