Sabrina,
It's Me!
Soy yo!
The Man
The Fan
Pan!
Sexual.
Or Peter.
Puck for short.
Oh Teenage Witch
Of locks
And Pitch
Black
Magic,
Please meet Me
A Fairy!!
I'm very
Ready
For a
Duel.
You got your tools?
A Wand?
Oh YAWN!!!
Well I just need some
Pixie Dust.
Good Luck!!
You're Yuck
And Puck
Is on the
Prowl.
So Growl
And Howl
And dance
Naked under
Midnight's
Moon.
We all know you
Swoon
For Me.
Trickster King.
Ruler of
Jokes
Jest
And Sex.
So Goodbye Queen!
See you next
Midsummer
Night's Dream.
XOXO Puck
About the Creator
Nina
We could say our secret talent is spells, enchantment, fashion, art, but they're not a secret. Everyone knows Desmina is fierce, Papa is brilliant, Selena is kind. Our secret talent is dreaming- imaging a fairy glitter kingdom.
No Trust
No Trust The wind cried like a banshee exterior the boarded-up cabin, each blast rattling the free windows like skeletal fingers. Interior, crouched by a biting dust fire, sat Amelia and Finn, their faces carved with the rough lines of lost hope. They had been caught within the phantom town of Empty River for weeks, ever since a thick, unnatural mist had rolled in, gulping the world in an invulnerable white cover.
By Abdul Qayyum4 days ago in Fiction
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