#cool words

The South is haunted cause blood spilled needs blood paid

The Midwest is haunted cause silence begets madness

The Southwest is haunted cause collected bones rattle together

moonglade: the shimmer of moonlight on water

alpenglow: a reddish glow seen near mountains just after sunset or before sunrise

aubade: a morning love song or poem

divine: of, from, or like a god

zephyr: a soft, gentle breeze

null: invalid, meaning zero

savior: a person who saves someone or something from danger

rhythm: a strong, regular, repeated pattern of movement or sound

cadaver: a corpse

vestige: a trace of something that is disappearing or no longer exists

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And if you speak more than one language, what're some of your favorite words in your non-English lanuage(s)?

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

(Which I know how to spell thanks to doing the Mary Poppins musical in high school.)

I don't care if it's not a real word, I love it.

Even if the sound of it is something quite atrocious ;)

Some other fantastic words are:

Shenanigans

Ereyesterday and overmorrow

Wistful

Intriguing

Emordnilap

And "humorous" and "ridiculous" get honorary mentions because I once had to write a research paper comparing their etymologies.

Why won't I sleep straight through the night?

I know you'll say it isn't right,

Bask in the sun and avoid the fight,

But let me tell you why I shun the light,

Evil and mystery in darkness flourish,

A phrase perhaps troubadourish,

But it's truth that rays of daylight find,

Safety that the night will bind.

So with vigilant eyes I watch the hours,

Of dusk and eve and witching powers,

Not so that strength inside me flowers,

Instead the youth within still cowers,

But selfish fear could not comprehend,

The villains that would apprehend,

Those close to me if I were not,

On valiant watch, or so I thought,

As daybreak comes, I second guess,

Was the quiet worth all the stress,

But as the sun begins to journey west,

My old friend Cade had always been stressed,

He just couldn't keep up with his time,

So he thought up a watch that could tick,

Sixty seconds in just fifty five.

Until one day he became possessed,

By an insidious frame of mind,

He looked at the gears inside his watch,

And he tweaked them to run forty nine.

Soon, by his clock, I saw him obsessed,

With every second spent on seconds,

Even sleep could not invade his thoughts,

For greater efficiencies beckoned.

Last news I heard, you'd be quite impressed,

Now he had thousands of hours each day,

He was still at it a week ago,

I feel, in my heart, in the part that's empty,

There's nothing between us but time,

But the nights won't get any warmer,

And the verses aren't easy to rhyme,

When I see your face will I know it?

Or is it wrong to assume there's a way?

Is presumption required to find you,