Your mood is dark today,
mirroring the gloomy November sky.
Brooding has furrowed your brow,
your angry grumbling
conjures up storm clouds.
A true descendant of Thor,
thunder echoes in your voice
and lightning flashes in your eyes.
Dark energy crackles in the air,
surrounding you like a dreadful shield.
I take a deep breath and brace myself.
Warded by a four-leaf clover
and armed with a cup of tea
I enter the cave
heading for the eye of the storm.
November 18, 2016 at 4:04 pm
fantastic … and “armed with a cup of tea,” that killed me, great job.
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November 18, 2016 at 4:16 pm
Thanks. 🙂
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November 18, 2016 at 9:03 pm
When approaching snakes and their ilk, it is important to remember they’re more afraid of you than vice versa. Well, that or sometimes they strike and you’re left with fang marks.
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