To dream a dream in darkness of night,
to follow its trail, a wisp of smoky white.
To fly over the Earth, look down, so small,
giving wonder, does anything matter, at all.
The dawn of time, ‘til the dawn of change
what matters is life,
in natural rearrange.
Penn…2023
There’s a magic feel to the Ancient Shoppe
spicy aromas of a bygone age,
as dim memories that will never stop
sepia photos spilling out from the page.
You look around slowly with eyes so wide
look around but you must never touch
As the goods are magic and more beside,
the price you pay may be too, too much.
You choose with care the Goods you require,
choose as a moral bargain is struck
As the Shopkeeper knows it will never expire
As an unwary shoplifter alas tried his luck.
None doth know where the light-fingered one went,
none doth know if his life was forsaken,
only the Shopkeeper knows and he won’t relent
the Shopkeeper senses if anything is taken.
Penn …2023
Link to Antique Lore if you missed
the first warning episode….Penn.🦋
Dark path lit by moonlights stare,
on you stumble, unaware
of eyes that watch as you go by,
creatures in the dark they lie.
‘Tis their time, cloaked by night
wildlife hunts, it is their right,
do not linger on your way,
your time is done,
your time is day…
Penn…2023
Let me tell a short tale, ‘tis a dark stormy night,
thunder & lightning rule the skies.
Below an alleyway, bereft of street light,
halfway down it an Antique shop hides.
For decades it’s waited
as written in folklore,
your fate is well sealed
as you enter its door.
(…so, don’t do it….
You’ve been warned)
Penn…2023
AS the plumed waves rushed towards the shore,
under the gaze of the desolate moon,
the ghost ship sailed on one quest more
its path lit by the moonlights gloom.
Many long years they’d sailed the seas,
Done evil things to forever regret
ignored all their victims plaintive pleas,
they were cursed to never forget.
For a hundred years they served their time,
kept from life, forgetting its pleasure,
no crumb to be eaten, water tasted like brine
only thus could they pay full measure.
They traversed the seas by starlit charts,
long gone worlds had died to light
their quest to their final resting place,
the ghost crew would find peace tonight.
Penn…2023
🏴☠️. Touches of Pirates Of the Caribbean, …
Loved the films, …seen them all, …Must watch them again, 🏴☠️
The Old Bell
pealed out one morning,
no hand pulled the frayed rope,
no automation set its fine rhythm
In sounding out a message of hope.
Abruptly silence echoed, with a note sounding ever so clear
’twas a bird singing sweet in the morning,
the whole World to hear.
Penn…2023
Sit still…now wait,
frozen in place,
nothing prepares
a meeting with fate.
Thoughts akimbo,
flying free,
can’t control lifes symphony.
Can’t sing along, forgotten the key
sit alone…in a void, to simply be…
Penn…2023
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