The Spell Has Been Cursed Poem by Rosalita Fern

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.