Marbles the poet goblin

Iron bends not, and never breaks
Its rigid, and firm, and clutches stakes
It would break before it will change
So adapt before that sad range
Grow and flourish like a sprout
And resist your ancient grout

Its that time again creeps and creatures
For my very special wednesday feature
So come no goblins and gnomes
I'm prepared to write some poems!

High as the wind rips through
This hollow path to you
Leaves blow by, up to the sky
And shapes move in your eye
Bundle up nice and warm
Before the shadows, darkness form
Enter home, so safe and bright
As the sun dies early, the last light.

As the bees rest in there hive
The deer yet remain alive
Running around to find a mate
Before winter and its too late
Oft do people think the spring
Is for love, and makin offspring
But fall is when love is sewn
And I do so wish that its more shown

A tradition on wednesday of mine
For requests to take in line
So come one come all, follow and share
Throw a request if you dare!

See this my friends
A mystic zine
About goblin ends
A wondrous scene

Do you respect your inner peace
Or let the storm on, rage
Do you accept your troubles lease
Or keep them on their stage

Beseech thee I, a goblin small
To let them rest behind
For if your grudges, kept are all
Then stagnant is your mind

To those following me from X
Some things here you may not expects
More posts written out of rhyme
More posts about the goblin time
The world is an ugly nasty place
So soon, I hope to hide from that trace.

Oh why oh why
Are we split in the sky

I'll try to post some here
If in my mind it is near
But adhd is a pain
Who knows when I'll post again