Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The Author And The Witch
The witch moved on and struck a spell
On a man afraid, to compel him towards a cell;
One cart installed, the witch responded to the decibel,
Two measures were taken as one kind of bell.
The fire began to burn, furious waves of heat,
This drawing room was incomplete and full of deceit,
Coming from the centre of the room was a feat,
Defeating it began the fire and more to greet.
The witch had postponed her discussion
And let the complete works of an author be in collision.