Rumors Become Myths. Mystics Conjure Many Mysterious Things N A Ancient Room.
Broom Of A Elder Witch Sweeps After Her Big Ol' Pussycat.
Regret Rides Away On The Winds Of Change.
Rearrange Lives With The Right Power: 2 B The President On The Penultimate Pedestal.
Wall That Came Tumbling-Tumbling Down When Jack Broke His Crown.
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- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: February 14th, 2023 01:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Just Write, Fellow Poetz. Please...Have As Much F.U.N (Fury Unleashed Now) As Possible. Peace, Love, & Blessings.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 13
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