Rose Petal Writings Original Works
I have always been intrigued by the darkness;
Its swirls, its stars, the mystery of it all
Monsters, ghouls, vampires, phantoms, werewolves
All thrill me to this day
Things hidden in the shadows, waiting, watching
Beckoning me in
Do I answer? Do I run? Do I stick to what I’ve always known?
Which path do I choose?
I must be true to myself and choose what is right for my soul.
Whiskey, thou villain! They cry
Family histories tainted by rye
Yet still we drink
And ask our gods why
This drink aged by time
Drunk til gone by yours and mine
When does it stop?
Every generation down the vine.
Addiction’s too easy to master
You drink to numb the pain faster
The good writer’s crutch
Your name in articles they’ll plaster.
The Celts are long gone
Forgotten with the times
Still our song lives on
Changing with the shifting tides
On and on we’ll go
Moving to and fro
Making spells with our rhymes.
They say that magic is evil
Worse to them than drunken swill
They know us not
And have they forgot
All the wounds our magic can heal?
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