natasha LaTulip aka Gpsi MoonShine
Glicket Glutteney - Poem by natasha LaTulip aka Gpsi MoonShine
Glicket Glutteny took a shadow, down the reeves and through the hallows. pass the graves and by the light of the moon, knowing that witches night is comming soon.
Thinking of all those little things that all those little witches bring.Eye of newt, tail of rat, tucked away in their witches hats. pale of mist, wrotten old fruits and herbs and berries, and most likelly caught in a glass jar; a lots of magickal fairies.
Glicket Glutteney dreads this day, for he was a slave to a witch, belonged to their families name.Iron wraps around his wrists, knuckles and hands, tworn and his fists. Even his shadow is scared today, scared to run and scared to play. Glicket Glutteney fights his shadow. To continue their walk, past the cemetary, through the hallows.
He looks for signs of what may, a pentagraham, a hexis, any black cat a stray. He shivvers in his closp-like shoes, he turns the corner and then endures..not but three children outon thisnight. With their plastic cauldrins and their candy in hand so tight. it wasn't the sound of a witches brew, And nothing to be affraid of, shadow and who; but Glicket Glutteney.
He approaches amung, come what may. Then the children stop, turn and say;
'Goblin I see, why you wonder astray. A real witch will find you and cook you in a fright.So come with us and share the candy, on this of a witches Halloween night'.
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