Son of 6 word story -- 6 (or less) lines of 6 words each

[Talysia]

With more grace than a cat,
She moves only in twilit hours.
Blending with shadows darker than night
She stalks her unwary, sleeping prey.
Her magic's not the usual kind,
But it is no less effective.

[Sephiroth]

There in the dingy little laundrette,
People talk about their boring lives.
Clothes of red, blue and green,
Tumble like salad in a colander.

[Giovanna Clairval]

I am not writing tonight, no.
Words dance quadrilla, circle and row.

[Sephiroth]

Sparkling maiden on a leafy path,
Ever-bright angel with halo of light.
Which is which, who are you?
You are day, I am night.

[Teresa Edgerton]

He writes his spells in constellations,
In runic figures across the sky.
Wizards seek them in ancient burials,
In secret rituals of fallen temples,
Decayed cities, immemorial pyramids -- blinding themselves
To the glory of the firmament.

[Sephiroth]

Taking diamonds from the very earth,
She set them in the sky.
Instilled in them her holy light,
That banishes the dark of night,
Now even at the witching hour,
Faint, long and eldritch shadows lie.

[HardScienceFan]

beautiful folks

it's been proven in the past
that i can't count to six
so i won't even bother with
a ridiculous ,futile attempt to emulate
those brilliant people who preceded me
i mean ,what's the use,right?

[Sephiroth]

Quaking aspen in winter's pallid light,
Air like crystal, cold and clear.
Shivering branch shedding snow, white powder,
Dancing as it sprinkles all around.

[Wiglaf]

Emma kneeled crying behind the gym.
Why wouldn't they leave her alone?
Why couldn't the school stop them?
She needed to escape the bullies.
She wanted to go far away.
A different world was her desire.

[Wiglaf]

I looked into the round hole.
It was deeper than I thought.
Leaning forward, I tried to see.
Looking for the bottom, I fell.

[Sephiroth]

Oldest of trees, gnarled and bare,
What of the years gone by?
Where are the Greeks and Romans,
Who used to pick your fruits?

[Sephiroth]

Three times three, nine subtle steps,
Through the veil, into brazen light.
Incautious wayfarers risk their mortal necks,
Under the glow of the Circumbright.

[Sephiroth]

Y-shaped glacial lake, towering mountain peaks.
What a gift this land bequeathed!

[Teresa Edgerton]

(I am astonished by the creativity displayed here. You are all so good.)


A Potion to Poison a Rival

Take two drams of graveyard dust,
pinch of hatred, pint of envy,
stir it up with spiteful thoughts,
season well with salt of tears
and serve it cold with malice.

[Talysia]

A mahogany box with polished clasps,
Burnished to an eerie looking gleam.
A sense of unease surrounds it.
What mysteries or evils lie within?