Poetic Warlock

The tide was getting rough, crashing into my body like a pile of rocks And when I had enough, I morphed into a poetic warlock! My pen became a magical staff, with such extraordinary power! And with a demonic laugh, I sought out poets to eat and devour! My pen seemed to glow a brilliant shade of blue like sapphire; This lit up my studio with a bright hue that became hot like fire! I took my wordplay and sentences of the dark, mixing them in a pot Opening hell’s gateway, which ignited a spark and my poetry, got hot! With my black cape, and magical pen, I stormed into the bowels of Hell! I took duct tape, cast an omen and put the old devil under my spell! I tortured the pathetic being and made him beg for my mercy. Seeing is believing as I made him recite all my love poetry! I returned to earth and had no more fight left in me Reciting my incantation, I was rebirth and again took to writing my poetry I regained a soul, but could still feel the aura of the aftershock Every now and again, I still spin out of control for I’ll always be a poetic warlock!