ImNotTwistedImSpiral

Devastation paved the road, Back where I had thrived. Leaving no man, wife or child, In my wake alive. Hitching a ride on floating planks, I crossed many seas. Bringing forth judgement day, In the jaws of foreign fleas. How fun it was to watch, My masterpiece at play. Lighting theatre aflame, In a deadly matinee. So many speculations, Though, my origin is vague. I've been called many names. One simply known: the plague.

Walking alone, Not a person in sight. Down an unfamiliar road, In the dead of night. Lost with no direction, And no helping hand. I searched everything, That stood on this land. But still I couldn't find my way, Not on this street with no name. Not until I found a stranger, With a passion for games. "Excuse me, kind sir. If I could tear you away. But it seems tonight, I've lost my way." "So you have, young girl, You have skipped astray, Since the mall you were at, Was a town away." He pulled out a knife, And pointed it at my chest. And walked towards me, To finish his quest. Wrestling me to the ground, He straggled my hips. And words of

Once upon a time, a beautiful woman named Trida sat alone in a forest picking shells by the river to make a necklace.  As she rested upon a damp, silver rock that seemed to glisten in the moonlight, she heard a startling shriek. Trida, a curious girl of eighteen, felt a powerful urge to investigate.  She climbed over many unseen rocks and fallen trees, tripping over a few briers as she went.  The forest became denser; it grew darker, a tainted ebony that pierced her soul, staining it as it chased away the moon, her only source of light. She was not welcomed there. Finally, out of the crippling darkness, a light pierced through the limbs of

Please, comment favorite and subscribe! Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays! ------------------------- The kids built a snowman, On its head they placed. An old, worn top-hat And a carrot on its face. They placed rocks for its mouth, Buttons adorn its eyes. Sticks are its arms, Its neck is where a scarf lies. They finished just in time, Before their mother called them in. The children skipped happily inside, Their dog sprinting for the win. But late that Christmas Eve, The son woke from a sound. That seemed like something, Heavy falling to the ground. He arose thinking Santa was near, And crept his way through. Not finding a soul, His sleep

Now, I understand that this is a little late.  (About nine days.) But I have been working eight days straight, and I apologize. I wrote this a few years ago for my Facebook page, so it's pretty old and I finished in five minutes, so yeah. Enjoy! Please, comment, fave and watch if you liked. :D ---------------------------------------- This is the time, I love most of all. It starts with an “H” And begins in the fall. Where the trolls come out, And the ghosts go on the prowl. Hear the cats scream, And the werewolves howl. Hurry up, child! Take your candy and run. But don’t be scared, It’s all in good fun. So go on