My Curse
Red eyes glow, stare at me in the shadows
Right near the jack-o-lanterns of the night
I can hear wicked cackling of a witch
As she stirs in eyes of newt for insight
On wooden fence walks a weary black cat
Not seeing my presence where I’m nearby
Superstition gets the best of me here
I shoo him off so I may not be shy
I approach the witch to rid of my curse
One I’ve surely suffered since I was born
I get behind her and try for her neck
But she vanishes into smoke, I squirm
I turn to walk away from this dark scene
When skeletons come up from the cursed ground
They all run to me, I’m frozen in fear
I don’t know what to do, I look around
Just then I’m grabbed by rabid skeletons
The witch reappears looking rather mad
Laughing she takes some of the potion there
Swallows it all, looking fearful I’m had
I can’t run, she comes to me with anger
Now quite serious is her torn up face
Black cat now hisses at my trembling feet
The next second I find myself disgraced
I am face to face next to the black cat
And I noticed, I too am a witch’s pet
I meow as I am cursed even more now
I hiss, hoping some petting I will get
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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