A tale of the occult
Once upon a time
There lived, on an Earth as we know it not
Living isolated in her forest!
She was content with her lot
For she had never known love,
Companionship or even the jolts of desires!
Then, one night, barged in through her fortress
Alarmed and abashed
Running for his life
Running from the monster of the dark side of existence
The monster spitting forth fires of evil
Fires burning one not
But fires transforming one into serpents
Compulsive slaves of evil
Having to harm to feel content and satisfied!
Unfortunately, barged in as well the monster
The enchantress managed to secure the wizard
A safe place up in one of her one way towers
And tried to battle with the monster
Even if she was made of femininity
Pray, she was an enchantress!
A powerful one as such!
But then, the monster tricked her
By lying still and making her believe that he was dead
Jubilant, she feared not to approach him
So much that at one point, she found herself
Breathing right into his face
When he woke up and transformed her into a serpent!
As for the wizard, he remained in the tower
Unable to find a way out
Unable to fight the monster
Scared to his bones of the enchantress-serpent!
She did find the way to the top of the tower
She had only one aim
And that was destroying him!
He fought and fought
He fought with an iron will
And a heart of stone
He fought with eyes, red and fuming
So adamant on killing evil, in both the monster and the serpent!
Yet, he was sad
The enchantress had been a pure soul
It was all his fault if she was now a scary creature!
Being made of might, he managed to capture her
And he managed to flee,
Leaving the monster trapped in the enchanted forest
He went back to his abode
And is, still, locked in his secret room
Trying, devotedly, to find the charm
To bring the enchantress back to her pure form!
Of such he had made his aim
Of such he had pledged!
10 February 2017
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2017