Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

  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

  If You Will Only Be My Ocean I am at a loss for words. You take my breath away. You are the rhythm of my heart. The beat to which I sway. You are the gentle breeze. That I feel upon the air. The gaze that I get lost in. When you grace me with your stare. You are the reason I can see. Through the dark of every night. You brighten my pathway. You are my own moonlight. You are the very spark. That has ignited my hearts blaze. Consuming all my thoughts. Filling all my days. My body is your temple. Made only for your love. Touched by the Divine. You are my gift from up above. I give you all my heart. In gentle simplicity. With a passion built with fire. Of the sweetest ecstasy. Never before have I. Ever felt such intense emotion. I will forever be your waves. If you will only be my ocean. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.11.2025

  So Mote It Be Canva AI Image So Mote It Be A healer by day. A witch by night. Casting sweet spells. Powered by light. No incantations on love. Or charm for your destiny. But I’ll offer protection. While you sit restively. It’s all in your intentions. As you read the words out loud. Believe in yourself. And always stand proud. Quiet your mind. Speak from your heart. Repeat it three times. Or you’ll have to restart. Have confidence. Words full of truth. And shortly thereafter. You’ll have your proof. Take calming breaths. By the rule of three. Speak to the universe. And so mote it be. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.28.2025

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

The Mountain Climb Canva AI Image The Mountain Climb Thank you for all your love We’ve helped each other rise above Even though in life we’re stressed We’ve also been so truly blessed No mountains we cannot climb No words we can’t make rhyme We might be covered in dust and sweat But we won’t live in the regret Mistakes, they have been made And a high price already paid But we proudly wear a crown Won’t let anyone knock it down With others, we’ll always uplift Make them see that they’re a gift In my eyes you truly shine Your life touched by the divine So let’s climb this mountain together I’ll hold onto you in stormy weather Right next to you I’ll always stand Forever offering you my hand Till the dust and sweat’s no more And you’re shining from your core I’m gonna stay right by your side Throughout life and on this ride There’s nothing we can’t do I’m unfailingly here for you I’ll wipe the dust off of your crown Help you learn to stand your ground Not one thing we can’t ever face Your ...

  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

Willow Tree Canva AI Image Willow Tree I am so tired of the games that you’ve played. The price that is needed is too high to be paid. I thought this love was something I wouldn’t trade. Like your favorite song, that is often overplayed. But it isn’t love when you’re left feeling afraid. There sit our rings, that we had engraved. No matter what, some things can’t be saved. But is it even love when you’re feeling enslaved? Left with a bitterness when it’s the sweetness I craved. So I will start a new journey. Take the roads left unpaved. No longer feel trapped. I am finally free. Once in a nightmare. Now your face I don’t see. Light shines through the branches of my Willow tree. I am safe and secure. I embrace the new me. My life has found balance and I am truly happy. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 3.2.2025