User:Badpenny

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Crystal water turns to dark Where ere its presence leaves its mark And boiling currents pound like drums When something wicked this way comes... A presence dark invades the fair And gives the horses ample scare Chaos rains and panic fills the air When something wicked this way comes... Ill winds mark its fearsome flight, And autumn branches creak with fright. The landscape turns to ashen crumbs, When something wicked this way comes... Flowers bloom as black as night Removing color from your sight Nightmarish vines block your way Thorns reach out to catch their prey And by the pricking of your thumbs Realize that their poison numbs From frightful blooms, rank odors seep Bats & beasties fly & creep Cross this evil land, ill winds blow Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow All will rot & decompose For something wicked this way grows... Ray Bradbury