Congratulations! You have minted Myth Taken POAP #20 It so happens to be our very last one... We thank each and every one of you for taking time out of your busy days to listen for an hour... To laugh, cry, and contribute a bit of warmth that makes us all feel human again through story. Just know with every end there is a beginning... every closed book can be opened again... And with that said... here is a poem just for you! 🪶 The Last Page Still Glows The best of tales must find their close, like lanterns dimmed at twilight’s prose. Each ending sighs, but softly too... a door swings shut, to open new. We’ve traded myths and moonlit schemes, spilled ink and laughter, built our dreams. You brought your sparks, your heart, your art... and stitched this myth from every part. So if the stars seem far tonight, just know you helped them burn so bright. For endings aren’t the dark, my friend... they’re just how brighter tales begin. To all who spoke and spun and played, our orbit glowed from all you made. We’ll haunt new pages, drift new skies... but leave this space with smiling eyes. So raise your quills, you brilliant few, and write the next wild world askew. For stories end, yet somehow stay... in laughter shared, they find their way. 🕯️ Thank you, dear listeners and story-weavers, for your time, your words, and your wonder. 💫 Every feather floats up...and so will we.

Congratulations! You have minted Myth Taken POAP #19 Thanks so much for showing up and sharing your joy! We appreciate you! And if we can add a smile to your day or tickle your funny bone that makes it even better! Here is a poem just for you! 🪶 Poem: “Laughter Rx” When shadows press too close to skin, and quiet feels too loud within, make your own full moon, my friend... bare your joy, and let it bend. A giggle’s just a spark at first, a cough of light for souls that thirst. But one bright laugh can leap the gloom, and fill ten hearts with sonic bloom. For laughter glues what logic breaks, and joy’s the bug no cure forsakes. So let the echo spin and spread... contagious hope from cheek to head. And when the road grows dim or long, flash your grin...it’s medicine strong. In laughter’s light, we all confess: the joke’s on pain...and thank goodness. 🕯️ Shared joy is infectious...dose generously.

Congratulations! You just minted the Myth Taken #18 POAP! Our thank you for being a wonderful listener to our show! We hope you get many treats this Halloween! And be kind with your tricks... Have fun and remember to tell a good ghost story if you can! So here is a poem for you... because without you... there is no BOO! 🎃 Together We Make a Better Boo Under the moon’s soft silver hue, Three shadows stirred the evening brew. A witch, a wolf, a vampire too... Each whispered, “Let’s improve our Boo!” They tossed in stars, a ghostly tune, A laugh that echoed past the moon. The cauldron bubbled, purple true, And spelled a glowing, giggling “BOO!” The cat cried “Meow!”, the bats all flew, The ghosts rose up to join the crew. For spooky fun takes more than two... It takes all of us to make a better Boo!

Congratulations! You have minted Myth Taken POAP #16 We love having you all spend an hour of your day with us! Chatting and storytelling... having a bit of fun! Thank you for coming and giving a listen! 🪞 “The Mirror Misheard You” A mirror heard you wrong one night, Beneath the fairground’s twisted light. You asked for peace, it gave you fog, You whispered “cat,” and summoned a dog. You said, “I wish for a clearer view,” It opened a door and let something through. A ghost with manners, sipping tea, Said, “Pardon me, were you calling me?” A demon in sequins joined the song, Insisting it knew what was going wrong. “It’s all a mix-up, don’t you fret... Reflections get their signals wet.” The moon applauded, the stars turned twice, Reality bent (and tried to be nice). Your echo stuttered, your shadow sneezed, The carnival sighed, “We aim to please.” Now mirrors giggle when you pass by, Repeating your words with a wink and a sigh. So speak with care, or at least with flair... You never know who’s listening there.

Congratulations! You have minted Myth Taken POAP #15 in the series! Thanks so much for being such a devoted listener and our secret sauce! You make every storytelling space that much more special by you being here! Please keep bringing the smiles! Enjoy this short poem! The Secret Is in the Sauce They said the wall was talking, But only late at night... When Emile crept close with flashlight glow And caught the letters bright. “The secret is in the sauce,” it read, In paint that shimmered gold, And every drop of mystery Was spicy, slick, and bold. He found a pizza by the bricks, Still warm, still full of schemes... Each slice a clue, each bite a door That opened into dreams. Some secrets hide in shadows, Some in laughter’s toss... But those who seek with hungry hearts Will always find the sauce.

Congratulations! You have scored #12 in our Myth Taken POAP series! This means you have joined the most awesome posse of listeners and storytellers out there! Your support and participation inspires us to no end! Tell your friends and bring them along for the fun! This week we were inspired by the Shade Haven ghosts! And so is the poem! Enjoy! Wandering into Strange Places Step past the stones, where the pathways twist, Into a fog the moonlight kissed. The portal hums, the shadows call, Adventure waits beyond the wall. The ghosts of Shade Haven drift in parade, Whispering secrets, throwing shade. But their jest is kind, their mischief light, They guide you gently through the night. Each door you find may lead somewhere new... A carnival strange, or a sky turned blue, A library of whispers, a garden of flame, Worlds with no maps, yet each has a name. So wander on, let your courage sing, For who knows what the night may bring? Through portals of wonder, both far and near, Your imagination’s the key to get here.

Congratulations! You just minted Myth Taken POAP #11 for being such a great listener! We thank you for your continued support of community storytelling and the creative endeavors of our artists and writers that make our world a more enjoyable place to be! Please enjoy this little poem too! “Smile from the Graveyard” 🌙👻 Among the stones where shadows play, And whispers wander, night to day, Emile walks softly, glass aglow, Through moonlit paths the lost still know. A ghost drifts near with gentle cheer, Its smile a beacon drawing near. No sorrow lingers, no mournful sound, Just laughter humming underground. From earthen soil, two hands arise, Not grasping dark, but reaching skies. Even in graves where silence keeps, A grin breaks through, a joy that leaps. For death is not the end of light, Nor every grave a home of night. Sometimes the earth will laugh instead, A smile remembered from the dead.