A Dark Spell
A Dark Spell
I dreamed I was a boy of ten
With hair of raven black.
I wandered down a faerie glen
And never made it back.
I met a pair of ancient crones
Their kingdom was a dell,
They lured me in with dulcet tones
And cast o’er me a spell.
The spell was baked inside a pie
I’d gobbled down with glee.
The filling, full of fruit and fly
My head buzzed like a bee.
I morphed into a big black crow,
Or maybe I’m a rook?
They put me in a cage, and lo,
I’m hanging from a hook.
The wizard whispered soft to me
‘Don’t worry, do not fret.
To break the spell, and so be free
Recite the alphabet.’
I cawed and cawed with all my might,
It was an awful sound.
The old witch danced in sheer delight,
My voice would not be found.
When darkness fell, I could but croak,
My throat was raw and sore.
Then sunrise came, and I awoke
The nightmare was no more.
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