The Spell
The spell was cast by the old hag
Who spoke her incantation wanting bad
And she imprisoned me with the passion
That took my soul as was her fashion
When I awoke she had vanished away
Now I wander the world looking to find a way
And knowing if I don’t find the witching one
My wanderings won’t end my soul quest will not be won.
© Paul Poetry Warren
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