My Conversion
My conversion, on hallowed night
I left my life for the dark sight
My existence comes without day
I must recite spells, go and say
It’s a feeling that is just right
I create a storm from what’s bright
And make it dark just for tonight
I hope to keep children at bay
My conversion
I wanted this great change alright
I am quite good at making fright
It’s in my heart to be this way
I now find hate where it may lay
Casting spells in my new delight
My conversion
Russell Sivey
This poem is purely fictitious and made only for dramatic effect
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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