dark night
Stories of yesterdays
Back in the old village
Where developments hadn't arrived
Where lives were easy and playful ways
In the dark nights
The story telling would begin
The children and young teenagers
Grouping together listening the tales
When the sky was dark
The silence in the deep night
The witches made potions
Of those Romeo and Juliet
The pendents to bring
Success in love and sex
That was the way.....
The losers tried to gain
Casanova of sweet talking guys
Paying attention telling stories wild
Showing the potion of what they got
One drop women would fall.....
Deep in the jungle
A wooden hut a witch lived
Stories were told about face of a tiger
Roaming in the jungle....
Of black crows and pretty maidens
In the deep forest dark in the moon light
Singing and playing floating in the dim rays
Of men desires taking them away
Of vampires and oily men
Roaming in the night
Searching for loose men and women
Taking souls leave them in shells
Stories of yesterdays
It still sounds true today
Of con-men and Casanovas
Lies and tricks spices of life
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