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[smiittenz]

In a land far far away
Where the meadows are lush and the birds weave music
Where the moon waxes and wanes over the homes of men
Where the air rings with laughter and the sounds of children playing

There lives a man in a spindly little house
His eyes are dark, the colour of smoke
And his laughter rings through the night, sending chills down the world
His

Comments

[eternal_ot]

Hehe..an enchanting tale...:) that too without being Scottish yourself..a feat well done i say! ..Good job!

[smiittenz]

Haha, thank you so very much! It was quite different for me, but I'm glad you liked it!

[halfshellvenus]

I liked the poetry here, and the combination of fairytale/uneasy-horror at work!

[smiittenz]

I was trying to make it something that you'd say to a troublesome kid - I suppose it sort of worked. I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)

[violaconspiracy]

Lovely! This old man is very vividly described.

[smiittenz]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)