MagiStream

This is a poem
The Midnight Carriage
Along the road in the midnight black, they say it bumped along.
The midnight carriage, full of dark delights, by horses it was drawn.
No ordinary draft beasts pulled her, I'm sorry to say.
But you knew, you just always knew, it never went by day.

Black were the spokes of the carriage wheels,
Midnight black were the carriage walls who hid her evil deals.
Two iron beast, horses fifty hands high,
While some will swear up and down, the dread steads could fly.

Every year, on the same misty night,
The witch in her carriage reigns in the winters bite.
Her horses that grunted, snorted and grinned,
Were the very same creatures made from the chilled wind.

Her carriage lands in every village square,
Her presence spoils the pleasant air.
For though her arrival spells evil down to her gait,
The magi come to her, as if by fate.

They always find what their searching for,
Whether they've just picked it up, or knocked upon her door.
Though they gain what they feel they most need
They always have to suffer for their greed.[/color]

From inside the cart trinkets sparkle with glee
It excites young and old, for it's all for free.
But take heed, don't get carried away,
Take only what you need or you will surely pay.

On the night when full moons shines
You'll hear some evil creaks and whines
You may be tempted to look for the source,
Rest assured, the witch is back on course.

Your town is done, there's many more to go,
Just as she's done since many years ago.
Something seems different in the way the carriage rolls,
Don't worry, don't fret, it's just a few extra souls.