Warlock
Sold your tainted soul
Just to be able to harm my mind,
Wrap me in your sweet betrayel
Whisper me your spells that bind.
Oath-breaker
From the very start,
Kill the rest
For your wretched heart.
Warlock magic
Darkest in our realm,
Selfish from the first sand of time
Sustained by fires of hell.
So my little warlock friend
You'll not best this witch,
Unseduced by your evil craft
For I have kept my wit.
Moon shine on your dark path
As the mother leads me home,
And into wisdom I will travel
For I stood by the crone.
Copyright © Hunter Ware | Year Posted 2010
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