Wizard Of Myth

by words2myself   Oct 18, 2017


Casting a spell
to bring about hell
cooking up magic
with this cauldron
see all things tragic
eyes of newts, bats blood
dead frogs, serpent's venom
stew the mix, stir the cauldron
take a sip, a drop of mud
stir some more and let it boil
until such time you see the oil
that's the time to cast the spell
one that gives the power to foretell
each and every new disaster
all that comes before and after
now you have become the master

©words2myself

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  • 7 years ago

    by BlueJay

    I love how timely this is with halloween. I love the momentum you create here as well. Cute and very well crafted for being a simple write.

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