A Tale of the Occult

Once upon a time There lived, on an Earth as we know it not An enchantress A recluse 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 A wizard 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 Why 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 But now, Evil bent, 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