Fantasy
#1
Cauldron stirred, the witches fly
Above the ancient barrows of the elves
Beneath the gibbous moon and starlit sky
The magic mirror reflects their future selves
 
Above the ancient barrows of the elves
Dragons guard their hoard with watchful eye
The magic mirror reflects their future selves
From its icy grasp they cannot hide
 
Dragons guard their hoard with watchful eye
Heroes lured into a fairy ring by the moor
From its icy grasp they cannot hide
Hang the horseshoe high above the door
 
Heroes lured into a fairy ring by the moor
Beneath the gibbous moon and starlit sky
Hang the horseshoe high above the door
Cauldron stirred, the witches fly

Adam DH Torkelson
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#2
Was the misspelling of heroes intentional? I believe that needs to be corrected, also this poem is colourful and imaginative. Cliché at times but at least it has some spark.
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#3
No, I misspelled it like an idiot. I will fix it. Thanks for the kind words!
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