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? Finally, defeated 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 I'll turn 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 man of the moment. Use caution, for he may seek revenge by turning you into a rodent.
Copyright © 2022 Penny Wilson
*Happy Halloween All! I hope you enjoyed! 🙂
4 thoughts on “Twisted Spell”
Great advice. And a perfect poem for National Domestic Violence Awareness Month.
I was unaware. Thanks, Audrey.
I’d say she earned it! Well done! 💞💞💞
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