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About This Poem
The Warlock
Next to a flask of a potion
Stands a man of pure emotion
He holds a wand in his right hand
And a carved pumpkin to expand
Candles surround, sure devotion
The man moves like locomotion
Lightning quick for a promotion
Casting spells to take hold the land
Warlock takes aim
Warlock moves just for his motion
If he wants you, you are his sanction
He will pump you full of dark sand
He does have his coven, his band
Evil kills if it takes notion
Warlock takes aim
Russell Sivey
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