An Evil Charmer

One day my travel was through a farm
I saw a charmer reciting a charm

As i began to ask his charm
He yield number of hounds in farm

All the hounds began to chase my
I lonely began to feel unfree

I drove the car much fast
Hounds then left me at the last

The i never travel through that farm
And never saw the evil spelling a charm

Friday, October 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: narrative
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