He lived in a small glass house
Ruled by an ill-tempered wife
She strangled all his passions
And battered him with strife
But one day she struck him
A little bit too hard
And now their tiny house
Is nothing but fractured shards
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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It floated across
The wide open sea
A spotted speck
Was all it seemed to be
And yet upon
A much closer inspection
She noticed it was just
A mere reflection
Twas the sun glinting
Off the crystalline blue
Radiating a rather
Resplendent hue
And she wished every image
Could have such a lovely effect
And wondered why the whole world
Couldn’t be like that spotted speck
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Warty was her loathsome name
And magic was her very best game
She put other witches to awful shame
With her unrivaled and eagle-eyed aim
She seemed a fairly normal witchy dame
Except for her keen ability to maim
Which was actually sort of depressing and lame
As she could inflict the worst ever pain
And after a single swish and flick of her cane
It was horrendous what some people often became
The majority were certainly never the same
Since her barrage of enchantments left most insane
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Drowning in the weald
Without a sword or shield
She was lost to the deep
Twilight had put her to sleep
But he somehow found her there
So full of sorrow and despair
And he gave her what he could
Although he was no Robin Hood
She applauded him for trying his best
This mission being his most important test
Yet both realized there had to be another way
Or they’d both be lost to the vast array
So a final plan was set into motion
Filled with dedication, love, and emotion
And determination eventually got them there
Saving them both from the path to nowhere
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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The melodical swing
Of the pendulum swung
While posterity overlooked
All quondam had brung
And time insisted
Its lessons be learned
Yet immature neophytes
Were unconcerned
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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