Warlocks Poems - Poems about Warlocks

witches and warlocks gypsies and thieves imagination brings likes of these pirates and pixies bring in the sheaves unicorn sandwich cucumbers please dragons and hoot owls running from bees witches and warlocks gypsies and thieves...

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Warlocks, witches, wonderful woo, mysterious superior open voo doo Misunderstood, persecuted, notorious view, garden lovers, children advocates too Faerie tale nonsense gave them the screw; they are often more kind than me, thee and you. Controllers could not get them to do what they wanted them to do, They stood up and were counted, and lead a group to Listen...

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Were forgotten until Harry Potter came on the Scene. Let me tell you his world rocks. They have an excellent school, fantastic Magical beasts, time turner travel, magical Wands, house elves, extraordinary clocks, Wear regular clothes under their robes, As they travel the globe, In huge ships that travel under the seas, in the Air being pulled by beautiful winged horses, A...

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Strong the witches circle, around the fire, they are dancing in ecstasy, chanting to summon him the powerful warlock written by Shadow Hamilton contest: Mystique 07/08/2015 #2 union with higher self...

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THE MONEY TREE IN THE WARLOCK’S GARDEN Oh Poverty, Oh poverty, Oh poverty... There is a money tree in the Warlock’s Garden. Before you slept, you wish for a better way. Your mother is sick and your father is dead. Do well in school and live for a moment. Your poorness will disappear because you have been chosen to remove bad...

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The Unicorn In The Warlock’s Garden Majestic, magical, and grandiose The Unicorn, as Sabian Baldwin, II stood with his head thrown back, as in a fuss. In the Warlock’s Garden, stands his father. Sabian was on a mystical flight for his powers to form, which he did not know anything of. He would be surprise of rituals to come...

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I've come to take a life, and I'm searching for a certain Poetic Parasite. Blood drips from my poetic knife, and I'm placing him in the soup spotlight! You know how I slice and dice, So you can call me Michael Meyers! Lay on my pentagram and be my sacrifice, and feel my poetic fire! I love how you run and hide, chasing you...

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