A Path Most Deadly, a Poem

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Insulted Witch Laura, temper flaring,
Sorely slighted on a path most daring.
The slighting Man she doomed to linger,
On this path, keeping his arms and fingers.
Laura forever waits for victims unknowing,
She’ll take only hands, hot blood flowing.
Slighters walking this way better beware,
This idyllic lane is now called Despair.
You must fear this path soaked in red,
Even deadly Ghosts have chosen to fled.
Hands reach out from Hell to grab,
Clawing fingers to scratch and stab.
Big hands, small hands, young and old,
Wrinkled and smooth, with stories untold.

Poem by Tiff the Traveler
Artist unknown

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Flying, Snarling, Dripping, Walking

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Witches on their brooms flying,
Cats on the tombstones crying,
Moon in the sky smiling,
It’s Halloween once more!
Monsters on the move snarling,
Creatures in the woods prowling,
Imps jumping around dancing,
It’s Halloween once more!
Vampires with their fangs dripping,
Undead with their brains chewing,
Ghosts in the wind haunting,
It’s Halloween once more!
Children in costumes walking,
Parents trailing behind laughing,
Neighbors with candy giving,
It’s Halloween once more!

-Words by by Tiff the Traveler,
-Art by Ryta

Star Painter

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She paints the Stars,
She loves the Stars,
She calls them all by name.
What color will it be tonight?
What color will you blaze tonight?
What colors will fan that flame?
I want to be blue!
I want to be red!
The stars their colors did claim.
She obliged their demands,
With bright colors and bands,
Until they shot across the sky in fame.

Words by Tiff the Traveler
Art by Adrian Borda