Magic Maker hardly grey
Never knew just what to say,
Daunting danced beneath the stars
Floated free away to Mars.
Always antics filled the room,
Wary waiting for some doom.
Captured, clearly, fun to share
Yawning, yearning with great flair.
Thinking, thought a song would heal,
Belted bad with silly squeal
Guilty going, oh how it strayed
Soul slipped off and darkened shade.
Hopping hoped that it would pass,
Laughing left, had such a gas.
Jilted joker stopped up still,
Proper place was all downhill.
Running ruined upon the ground,
Voiceless vanquished silenced drowned.
Echo eerie nothing more,
Killed kind-hearted out the door.
Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Monday, February 8, 2016
Image: Minion originally from Despicable Me, Universal Pictures and Illumination Entertainment, from Fixing Films.