Warm and soft,
Safe and secure,
Surrounded by my Treasures.
Each little thing
Such comfort it brings
These instruments of my pleasures.
More precious than gold
Or jewels or silver,
Each pen, and book, and toy,
They take me away
To a place of hope,
Filling me with happiness and joy.
I like the dark
And warmth and peace,
That surrounds me in my Cave.
Woe to thee
Who braves to enter,
Ye weak and foolish Knave.
In truth, I fear the World;
It's a cold, bleak,
Hate-filled Angry place.
Each time I leave my home
To hunt, I see spears, swords
And torches in my face.
I can live without the World,
This I've often said;
It feels no love for me, I fear,
But I'm safe here in my bed.
About the Creator
Natalie Gray
Welcome, Travelers! Allow me to introduce you to a compelling world of Magick and Mystery. My stories are not for the faint of heart, but should you deign to read them I hope you will find them entertaining and intriguing to say the least.
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