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Across Every Lifetime I’d recognize your love anywhere. From down the street or the sky somewhere. On planet Earth or a distant star, My soul would know just who you are. For our bonded love is our legacy, Woven into my life’s tapestry. A thread of gold, a sacred flame, A passion time cannot reclaim. Our love's made of pure ecstasy, A vow that echoes endlessly. I’d burn down the heavens with the tears I’ve cried, If the gods ever took you from my side. I’d rise through realms to find your face, Unravel time, collapse all space. No force could ever make me stray. I’d choose you still, in every way. So if this life should fade or fall, I’ll find you always. Through it all. In every breath, in dream or sign, You’ll know I’m yours, and you are mine. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.19.2025

  Beneath Night’s Sky In every shadow And whispered word I call your name But I am not heard I walk in darkness Or in moonlight Channeling My second sight I search for you In the sunlights beam But I only find you When I dream And to be honest That’s not enough I’m chained to you With this ethereal cuff How am I To let you go When your love Is all I know I’m overwhelmed With such grief I crack and break Like a falling leaf I’m a woodland nymph That can no longer fly I seek you out As I softly cry But you are gone And you won’t return And for your love I will always yearn There’s an affirmation That I need to say So I will chant it Every day “I am stronger Than I look True, you stole pages From my book” “But I’m not weak I’m only brave And I will no longer give More than you gave” Now I let you go And I wave goodbye As I walk alone Beneath night’s sky Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.9.2025

Canva AI Image The Curfew As darkness falls  The shadows creep  A witch’s cauldron  Starts to steep The Ravens sing Their nightly song  And creatures scurry  In a throng People start  Rushing home  For in the night The dangers roam They hurry up  And lock their doors  They hear the wailing  From the Moors There’s eerie hooting  From the Owls  Perils lurk And evil prowls Some too frightened To fall asleep  Wolves are hunting  And they’re the sheep  The Witches cackle  The wind does carry  Seems to make  The night more scary  The windows barred  The shutters closed  An unspoken curfew  Is imposed  And those who choose  To brave the street To prove themselves  With daring feet Probably won’t  Remain alive  For very few  Ever survive  To share their story  Or lavish tale With those they meet Over an Ale They meet a fate That’s worse than death...

  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 ...

  Canva AI Image Lost In The Mist In lands long lost Where a willows weeps Where darkness falls A kingdom sleeps There was a town That truly thrived They’d cheer as one When Knights arrived The story goes As tales abound They loved to have Those Knights around The Knights adored The town as well And stayed with them Till shadows fell To find this town That hid in mist Had many wonder Did it exist And to this day It’s mystery Is forever lost In history Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 3.28.2025

  A Simple Charm Canva AI Image A SIMPLE AFFIRMATION Wrap your mind in a bubble of blinding bright light. Dispel negativity at darkness of night. Say I rescind your anger. I rescind your hate. Only I am in charge of my life and my fate. I cancel your hold. I return to sender. My heart is pure and I’ll never surrender. So take your loaded words. They are not welcome here. When it comes to you, I have nothing to fear. I’m surrounded in love, by the power of three. As I command it. So mote it be. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.28.2025

  Canva AI Image WHITE AURA AURA Your light shines so bright My own personal beacon You give me strength Whenever I weaken But you aren’t just mine There’s others you heal They seek you out Because your power they feel You need to be careful So you won't get drained They’ve done it before Till no power remained Like vampires in the night They take more than they give And you just keep giving Because that’s how you live Never before have I seen such a light Glowing and vibrant, a beautiful white An aura so pure and a gift that is strong If you didn’t help others  you’d think that was wrong If I had the power, I’d give you some of mine I don’t want you to dim. I only want you to shine Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.23.2025

When two Souls collide When two Souls casually collide They're lucky if they recognize  The shared journey of past lives Of lovers, husbands & wives Observing two shooting stars in the sky Awakening histories of forgotten lives A reminder of the wanting heartache To reconnect, the longing to be awake To awaken from a life of slumber Stop the ambling directionless lumber Finding the courage to begin a new path Having a mission, with a purpose, alas! Demanding to be your life's Executer Begin questioning all admiring Orbiters Claiming the inalienable right of happiness Finally eliminating your unholy loneliness  Intentionally accidentally touching hands Looking for any evidence of a gold band Respectful of boundaries, avoiding actions  of unnecessary embarrassing indiscretions Poetry Written By: William Pope Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

Fairytale  I was once told to write my own fairytale I think that ship has long set sail Blown away by a windy gale One more thing I can call a fail Instead I write with paper and pen Where I change the story again and again A cavernous cave or a wooden den But never a fairytale if ya ken Rolling hills with plenty of trees A bubbling brook where you’re down on your knees I write about honey and bumbling bees Of treacherous rains and rough weather seas I write about almost anything Two sweet lovers and how they cling A fancy car, a diamond ring But a fairytale I’ll never sing A fairytale story I’ll never tell My heart too often, it has fell Pushed me back into my shell I’m no longer under that fairytale spell Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar  Copyright 1.11.2025