The Poet's Curse

There was magic in the poet's quill For whatever he wrote came true A man who could write the future And change the past if he wanted to He always wrote of happy endings Until one day he wrote of a curse The world grew dark and barren As he scribbled his enchanted verse Like an evil wizard he cast his spell Using only his words as magic Feverishly, he wrote a world of gloom And the result was truly tragic He wrote of sorrow and broken things The world was filled with tears And all the good he'd ever written Just suddenly disappears He wrote the sun would shine no more And the moon was a thing of the past The people on earth were crying for mercy How much longer could this last? No on knew why the poet had changed And why his writings became so dark They knew not what tomorrow would hold On this journey they were forced to embark For the poet had suffered a broken heart And his sadness betrayed his words He no longer wrote of the beautiful flowers Or the love songs sung by the birds This curse would last for twenty years Until the poet's heart was mended For when he found his one true love His curse had finally ended