Congratulations! You have just minted Myth Taken POAP #17! Thanks so much for contributing so much to our storytelling space! Writing... listening... showing up in so many ways! We appreciate you! And we hope you spread the love! And of course here is our POAP poem for the week! 🎪 Dead Men Don’t, But Ghosts Sure Do 🎵 Step right up, don’t be afraid, The ghosts are out... the debts are paid! The book’s wide open, the ink still bleeds, Whispering all their wicked deeds. They said, “Dead men tell no tales!”...ha! wrong! These spirits hum a carnival song. They twirl through pages, rattle and rhyme, Spilling secrets lost to time. One ghost giggles, one takes notes, Another steals your haunted quotes! Their laughter’s stitched with candle flame, Each verse a dare, each rhyme a game. So mind your words, the mirror warns true, For what you say might answer you. And once the ghosts have had their fun... The story’s told… but never done. 🎠👻

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 just minted lucky POAP #13 in the Myth Taken series for being such a great listener! Your support is appreciated by us so much! Thank you for being so awesome! Enjoy the art and the poem too! The Carnival That Found Me 🎡✨ When daylight fades and shadows fall, The carnival whispers, it beckons us all. Lanterns ignite with a flicker and flare, Painting the night with colors rare. The air is sugared, spun with delight, Popcorn and candied apples in sight. Smoke from the grills, a cinnamon breeze, The perfume of wonder drifts through the trees. Laughter rolls where the midway bends, Each corner a secret the twilight defends. The Ferris wheel hums, the calliope sings, And time itself dances on painted swings. Why do we love it, why do we stay? Because the carnival steals the gray. In every light, in every sound, A piece of lost childhood is suddenly found. So let the gates open, let mystery start, The carnival waits in the dark of the heart. It finds you wandering, it knows your name... And nothing you see will ever be the same.