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
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