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. Fairies of the darker kind.....