A Fleeting Spell
In an old and rickety cottage there flows
A rare evil that stems from a black candle
The witch cackles and laughs like she only knows
Casting a spell that’s more than she can handle
Black smoke fumes out of the old and dark chimney
It reaches nearby town full of mystery
Filling the forest floor with a damp feeling
People are packing their things and are leaving
She feels like there was success in what she did
Evil doing has beaten real happiness
But slowly she felt the spell come back and bid
Her life a blow, causes her more emptiness
Back to her house she went to hide from the spell
That ultimately caused her life lots of hell
She prayed to her demons and the filth therein
But nothing could save her from a life of sin
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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