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!
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