Horror Author
running around
the dancers are proud
entertaining the crowd
the dancers are proud
the dancers are free
like birds in the air
jumping around
with nothing to fear
they dance with the radiance
of an illuminating star
they dance for them near
they dance for them far
the smiles on their faces
as they jump in the air
bring warmth to the crowd
that watches them there
lifting the spirits
of the entire town
entertaining the crowd
the dancers are proud
Here’s some nonsense poetry for your reading pleasure.
the tallest sray of a Meagle’s flay
is heard in Carperest Fowns
a Penses way with reagle clay
cannot keep his shrieving mown
with Penses and Meagles kept at bay
the Homelin can settle down
but with nothing else to lead away
the Limehon cannot be found
such is the way of the Beazer’s prey
the wish of not being found
but the Homelin isn’t led astray
and will bring that Beazer down
Meagles, Penses, Beazers and their prey
love the Limehon in the town
they hate the Homelin right to this day
for he wears the Human Crown
we are the Pearlites
we fight for what is Right
we see the Injustice
that overtakes our Seas
we conquer the Evil
that approaches our Reef
you claim to be Righteous
terror you say you Fight
you create more Danger
of which you try to Flee
you claim god Commands this
nothing breaks your Belief
we take on your Masses
we challenge with our Might
we defeat your Valor
betraying our own Creed
turning against our Code
with no Signs of Relief
James Pack 