Get Your Premium Membership

BLACK MAGIC

You did move Cupid's 
practiced hand
By what vile means or flip of 
wand
To strike my heart a 
poisoned blow
And bid this painful ulcer 
grow.

Like bird from tree to tree I 
flit
To skip the toil within your 
pit
And maybe find a potent cure
To life of fish before a lure.

If only you would hear my 
plea
And drain this magic out of 
me
I'd grab a trident and a 
sword
And be to you a vengeful 
lord.

They say you smuggled 
something dark
By food or drink to slave 
my heart
And force me play this 
shameful part
Of dog to its own mother 
bark.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment
Date: 11/28/2011 8:06:00 PM
a story teller, a poet, a lone fighter, you fascinate me with your poetry.
Login to Reply