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Canva AI Image I HOPE I NEVER VISIT HELL *What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why? (Poetry Prompt)* My life is going pretty well So I hope I never visit Hell A place I never want to go As it would surely dim my glow Made of brimstone and of fire A place that no one would desire Yes, my life is going pretty well So I hope I never visit Hell Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.16.2025   

  Canva AI Image The Witches Den Through a darkened forest Where no willows weep And no light breaks through Though shadows leap There lives a witch Whose feared by all They shield their ears From her cackled call On her cottage door There hangs a sign “Think long and hard Before you cross this line” The story warns Don’t meet her gaze Or you’ll disappear And be lost for days Rumors swirl That when you return You wear the mark Of the Witches burn What that means Is she owns your soul Your name now etched On her Witches Scroll There are those whose fear Caves to their desire So they willingly Brave the Witches Ire You must take the path quickly Follow all the way round Watch out for the vines That’ll pull you down in the ground If you actually make it To the Witches Den That’s the beginning Of your end Your life’s worth more Than a sketchy spell If you choose unwisely Your path leads to hell So heed the signs That warn you away And live to see Another day Original Poetry Written By ...

*This was inspired by the poem I did when I was a teenager. I recently posted it. It is called The Hands Of Fate . I felt like doing a follow up to it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!* The Shadow Land We wander through the halls  Made of skulls and flames To gain access you must first play  The wicked Master’s games The farther in you go The better you must know your goal Because in one or two more levels Satan’s gonna own your soul Running through the darkness With ungodly ghouls at every turn Chasing, grabbing for you Every caress, your skin will burn Escaping with your life Will come to be your deepest desire Don’t let the demons possess you Or they will consume you with their fire Never getting out of hell Will become your greatest fear Waiting around every corner For the Devil's evil sneer The madness will overtake you Start running with a knife Before He grabs ahold of you And takes you as a wife The walls are closing in As you scream and as you shout Grab onto my hand tigh...

*Written in the 1990's* THE HANDS OF FATE I traveled to the land where thunder lies  Heard the screams of a virgin sacrifice Walked through the dark lord's deepest layer Heard his followers chant his prayer Ran from this world I couldn't escape They leave your body, it's your soul they rape They own your life, even before your death I suggest you have a plan, when you take your last breath You'd better start now, before it's too late The hours creep by, the hands of fate You're losing your mind, but you’re already insane You think you hurt now, but you've yet to feel pain I speak from knowledge, I know this is real The pain that I've felt, the pain that you'll feel So consider my words, when you take your last breath It's your soul in hell, when you enter death Original Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 1990