Dark Spells
Dark Spells
As a clock running in black circles down
Distant stars lighting reddish fairy gowns,
Earthen pastures in darkness all aglow,
Awaiting dawn's eager cock to thrice crow.
Two wagging tails on huge fantastic birds
flying with dust stirring African herds,
For life in wailing pain must thus this bring,
curses spun from magical, hellish ring.
Night-winds ill blowing with green, nasty stench
coming calamity, sure-fire cinch,
Time and Fate conspire with evil blood-lusts
removing hope and adding deep the rusts.
Dragon pair emerging to life consume.
Old hag weaving spells on wicked loom.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2016
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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