All I saw was Marcus run into a portal holding the gold. He shouted, its the end.
You have paid and will never see you again.
That was the end. What my family did to me will happen to them.
He showed me the seal of fulfilment as he ran in.
If you are in Dire and Dare 5 Reply
Bell toils
Nine coins is the cost
When the deed is done.
Marcus take away.
All of a sudden black soil like fell in my lap. I got a shock what’s this. I will take it when you pay. After the deed is done. Marcus went away. I was left wondering what it was. Then in the morning I saw a large bell toil. Marcus came and picked up coins and walked away. The black soil turned to gold coins. I had paid.
He also said: if you don’t pay it will build on your grave. I felt uneasy but ok. I have to do things properly he showed me someone covered in it. Who didn’t pay.
If you are in Dire
and Dare.
Sign your name
You will be
contacted
by
Sire Marcus Baracus
the DJinn.
From Darkness to Wicca
In shadows' embrace, we once did dwell,
A journey through night, with tales to tell.
But guided by stars, we found our way,
To the realm of Wicca, where light holds sway.
Obey the laws of karma, sacred and just,
In this dance of life, we place our trust.
With hearts of gold, we banish the dark,
In a world of love, we leave our mark.
No evil we know, for love is our creed,
In every thought and every deed.
"Do not harm none," our guiding phrase,
In a circle of love, we spend our days.
From darkness to light, our spirits soar,
In the arms of Wicca, we are evermore.
With open hearts, we show our love,
Blessed by the moon and stars above.
acorns and leaves
make up his mind too
as foliage entwines ours
like bridges,
like walkways,
camouflaged in an
every-day of solitude;
these berries may not last;
his thought runs deeper
- deities of the core,
the spirits would say -
to old log fires
by weathered stone,
you, his old flame, share
but only when you think
we're thirsty, that is
you were never properly afraid of my antlers
in the grass that pierced our feet and the trains
kept on rolling by tracks I wished I'd made but
they would have flowed up trees to their branches
not cities where you hid behind walls, you were
never properly afraid of my antlers that I grew
in my dying days to sing in sways of our leaves
sowing a melange
of veined wafers
viridescent shavings
leaves upon leaves
chaotically neat
layered in tranquillity
for the theatrical show
of first feet
premiere wellies
curtain up at dawn
cue the early walkers
after a night’s forlorn
which unseen hand
spritely close
knitted the forest
cross-stitched floor
taking their time
perfectionist
preparing fallen
Jenga sticks
behind the scenes
but never seen
Jack in the Green
Shortest day, longest night
Celebration of light
Glistening ice and snow
Temperatures low
Bare trees
Ponds freeze
Dress warm
Long sleeve uniform
Cardigans and sweatshirts
Goodbye mini skirts
Silk and wool
Indoor pool
Soup and stew
Don’t misconstrue
Wish Bread
Glaze spread
Cinnamon and cloves
On stoves
Ice skating
Snow tube inflating
Snow skiing
Snowboard leaping
Snowshoe wearing
Spectators staring
Hope, intentions, and new year
Celebrate and cheer
Yule brings hope of life
Robins and wrens in strife
Red, white, green, and gold
My, it’s cold!
A colorful time of year
The skies are oh so clear
The sun shines bright
For our delight
Longer and warmer days
Welcoming the sun’s blaze
Trees and flowers blooming
Grilled foods we are consuming
Pools opening
Divers motioning
Windows down
Cruising ‘round town
Bicycle riding
Hang gliding
Cliff diving
Race car driving
Trail hiking
Beach volleyball spiking
Early sunrises, late sunsets
Picnics packed with baguettes
Romance in the air
It only takes a pair
First kiss
True love is bliss
Twelve hours of sunlight
Not quite
Some more, some less
Ostara has finesse
Rebirth, balance, and renewal
Spring looks like a jewel
Witches known as Wicca, nature’s spell makers
Good spells health spells saving lotions
Moonlight and whispers, singing and potions
Harm none balance humanity
Stay away from Salem all women
They were angry men who wanted your lands
Ancient innocent healers
Divinity focuses on mankind and all creatures
Cycles of life and living nature
Earth, Wind, Water and Fire
I have had Wiccan friends
And people still think of them as dangerous
Creatures — its the makers of meth that
Are the worse of man in the lands
Stare at the stars and join with the
Spiritual lands and people of all humankind
We have evolved I pray
And Halloween is for candy and candles
May the circle be open
yet unbroken may the
love of the goddess be ever
in your heart, merry meet
and merry part and merry
meet again.
sign jona love
I accuse you, she yelled, pointing to those who thought her dead.
Cowards, they had sailed away after proving her innocence.
Her family was horrified, because now it meant she was a witch.
They screamed and ran away, leaving her behind. She cared not.
I ACCUSE YOU! She screamed at the men on board the ship
Her anger was a bellow across the water. A wise woman came to her.
She put her arm around her and led her to her haven in the forest.
"What is wrong with my people?" the girl asked.
"They know not, what they do," the crone said, her face was harsh
But her soul was kind. The girl sobbed herself to sleep that night.
Left in the forest with a stranger, for her family was too afraid to
Allow here back into the family. Afraid of her witchcraft.
The crone taught her how to garden, gather seeds, fix poultices.
She learned to love the forest animals, the fox, and the squirrel.
She learned what she needed to survive, which was much
As she was alone now, shunned by her family's terror of witches.
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 to their hearts, which is always the right thing to do.
Drowning proved they were innocent, and to that I say "boo!"
Warlocks, witches, wonderful woo
Written 9-18-2018 Rhyme Battle Xi Contest
Edited for contest 10-6-2018 Sponsor: Juli- Michelle
Witches in my gardens, blessing them.
Using their notoriously generous green thumbs to help repot the plants snatched out by gray wind yesterday.
Witches, welcome! So grateful you have arrived!
Thank you for showing me the old one’s ways to grow the best thyme and basil possible.
The magic you bestow upon my garden, humbles me, and my daughters, and my daughters’ daughters.
To no one do harm, your motto, your creed. I know you in no way resemble the tales of
Witches in faerie tales, rather, mother earth faeries who got a bad rap because you followed
Your dreams and went your own ways in a patriarchal society. Scaring women who were afraid of your
Unseemly ways.
I am honored you chose my garden, bestowing your experience and your wizen ways
Upon my plants. Thank you, Witch sisters! Welcome!
Among the most natural of things you could see
The Practice of Wicca is something magickal to behold
Something far greater in wonder than you or me
Its a sight to see, or so I've been told
This ancient craft is as old as our kind
Yet the New Ones Sought to Kill the ones they said would sin
They bear no grudge, they heed you no mind
Forgiveness is the way of the Pagan,
The world is to be worshiped
But not admired from afar
Unlike the bud of a rose a gardener has nipped
The Beauty of the world, they seek to not mar
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