Yes I Am A Witch

Yes I am a witch
But with no crooked nose
Neither have I a grey cloak
Like everybody knows

I own not a flying broom
To fly me around at night
Neither do I have an appearance
To give young kids a fright

No cat I have as a friend
With eyes of evil true
Neither do I stir a giant pot
Where magic potions brew

What kind of witch am I?
Do I not know my art?
I only have one witch’s trait
I have evil in my heart

I Am Eternal Darkness

I am Eternal Darkness
Shield me from the sun
When the moon is in full bloom
It’ll be time to have some fun

I am Eternal Darkness
Taking shelter from the day
As the night creeps in with might
I’ll cast shadows all the way

I am Eternal Darkness
Protect me from this light
I will spread dread in your head
When the sun is out of sight

An Invisible Monster

Wear your battle armour
The gloves and heavy masks
Tonight we pray and set out
For an impossible task

Get your weapons ready
Have them fully loaded
We took this monster lightly
Now the scene’s exploded

If we don’t stop it now
It’s guaranteed to wipe us out
The end of our eternity
Without a trace of doubt

We’ve watched a hundred movies
Ending happily them all
Tonight we become heroes
We fight until we fall

This ain’t even October
With fun-filled Halloween
Tonight we fight a monster
Who cannot be seen

Things They Didn’t Teach Us

They taught us math in school
That two plus two is four
They taught us science and history
Geography and more

They taught us how to square
Draw, paint and dance and sing
They taught us verbs and nouns
And many many more things

But nobody taught us
Things we ought to know
Things that’ll always help us
Wherever we may go

They didn’t teach us how to lay
A claim on happiness
Or taught us to be humble
While enjoying great success

They didn’t tell us that humans
Are struggling everywhere
That an act of kindness
Can really show you care

They didn’t teach us that true love
Is more valuable than bread
That people need appreciation
Much before than they are dead

They didn’t teach us to gaze
At the wild and open sky
Or that it takes courage
To own up to a lie

I guess that these are things
That one cannot be taught
Only can be learned
Not borrowed or even bought

All My Problems Are Hungry

All my problems are hungry
They need to be well fed
Lest they will keep troubling
Me and my little head

All my problems are thirsty
They need water everyday
Or they will drink my blood
That is what they say

I have no option really
I give them what I can
They keep growing larger
The more I keep feeding them

I’ll be out of supplies
Very soon, if you may know
I don’t know what I’ll do then
I don’t know where I’ll go

That’s not my only worry
Of that I am very sure
Those problems keep giving births
To new problems and many more