The day is warm. The sky is bright. I don't know why I worry so. The witches have refused to go, But have they ever? Where there's Light There never is a need for fright. It's true that sometimes things do seem More like a nightmare than a dream Like wizardry raised to the sky. What wealth that brings will make you cry And turn true peace into a scream.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 29 where the rhyme word “fright” should be used in the A line of a decima with rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
A very short story of mine, “Dream”, was published in Whispers and Echoes. I am grateful to Sammi Cox for accepting it for the Tiny Terrors theme.