She studied lore and craft
Her heart’s desire to obtain.
She used bat’s wings and chants
And even a little wolfbane.
She locked him in a cage
And cast spells on him each night.
She summoned demons and beasts
And trolls by moonlight.
She took flight with Count Dracula
To learn of his secrets.
Nothing she tried seemed to work
Was this man her weakness?
She turned him loose one day.
She said “although I love you
You must be on your way”.
“Your love is what I’ve desired
But it can’t be earned like this.
Before you leave my home
Would you grant me just one kiss?”
He looked at her with kindness
And took her hand with care.
He pulled her close and kissed her
And then he gave her such a glare.
“Although I’ve kissed your lips most foul
You’ll not live to see another nightfall
I am a warlock casting my own spell
Turned you into a rat; quite small.”
Before his eyes, she shrank
And began to grow a snout.
She scampered away quickly
To look for a way out.
Before you cast a spell
On the one you’re sure you love
Be sure you mean as much to him
Not just a thing to be disposed of.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
This is part of a 31 day challenge. October is Poetry Writing Month. I’m gonna try for the 31 poems in 31 days. We will see. You can find out all about the challenge HERE. Have fun! 🙂