For Kevin’s No Theme Thursday 10.10.24
Gaze in deep, whisper down a well
Draw your desire on an age-old spell
Leather, parchment, blood, and ink
The witch’s tome, an ancient link
In the grove where moonlight weaves
Through the forest floor in twilight leaves.
A hand, like fog, across the page
Unveil secrets told from an untold age.
October whispers through the open door
Eldritch runes that echo lore
Tells of realms of dark and light
woven into the velvet sultry night.
Seek not the book, for it ensnares
a soul’s desire in hidden lairs
Heed the witch’s warning, let it be
It’s guarded by the ancient, watchful tree.
Life is a dark ride 
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