Dark witches of the winter know Some spells they heard in full-moon fall. Their Ba’al doesn't know it all. His shadows flicker where they go When morning light lets failings show. Those who wake in time may see How ignorance loves mystery, How feelings masquerade as good, How petty sins start ticking. Could They all explode mechanically?
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use “fall” as a rhyme word in the B lines where the rhyme pattern is ABBAACCDDC. The photos are from around October/November of last year.


Very nice, Frank. I really enjoy your poems.
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I am glad you like them. Thank you, Robbie!
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Explode mechanically, huh? I love your words.
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Thank you, Chel! I am not sure the word “mechanical” is the best, but it is what came to mind. I am glad you liked this.
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This is great Frank 💜
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Thank you, Willow!
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Nicely done Frank😊
Pat
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Thank you, Pat!
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WOW wow wow wow wow, Frank!! 5-Star poem!
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Thank you! I am glad you liked this.
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You’re welcome–I did 🙂
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Only if Humans
Machines
No Sin
But Then
That Means
God too oh God
No Not Just A
Mechanical Bull..:)
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I was looking for a better word than “mechanically”, but perhaps it will do. Thank you, Fred!
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