There's a keeper
Of happy endings
Down in the valley
Where grass grew wilted
and no more roses
Dared to sprout
She's stingy
And old
Living in a palace of gold
Gently sprinkling
tiny flakes of
Her vast fortune
Up toward the town
Who yearn
For some good tidings
As she smiles
Her disturbing smile
sinister fingers
clasping the purse
That has no bottom
Until one leaden night
When the moon
Loathed her too
And the clouds
Hid the view
Some g-dly power
killed the keeper
Of happy endings
And stole
The purse
That had no bottom
#horror
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T. Licht
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The Dryads are Calling
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Wow-this is great!
Wow - No Happy endings?? Sad. Great Job!!!!
this is awesome. Great imagery
wow great
very deep. love the metaphors.
I want a happy ending! Well written!
Sounds like we might be better off without her!