The Devils got my Number,
He is Screaming in My ear,
The spell has been cast,
I broke the looking Glass,
New Shoes Upon the Table and the songs been spelled.
I saluted every lonesome wondering magpie,
I Never walked the pavement cracks,
I dont bother clutching my rosary
The Black Cat still roams
I run no more,
As the Devils always there,
The devils screaming behind me,
How quickly the spell was cursed,
And the devil was at my door,
And the dealer dealt my cards, and he wont take them back.
My futures been told, my future has been spelled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The semi-dark images you create there cast an eerie spell over the reader mind...i liked the expression 'the Black Cat still roams' very much...good creative write, Rosie...thanks...10