The Spell Poem by Paul Warren
The Spell
The spell was cast by the old hag
Who spoke her incantation wanting bad
And she imprisoned me with the passion
That took my soul as was her fashion
When I awoke she had vanished away
Now I wander the world looking to find a way
And knowing if I don't find the witching one
My wanderings won't end my soul quest will not be won.
© Paul Poetry Warren
i really like how this piece was written, it kinda relates to everyone with passion or a burning desire for something. thanks for sharing this Paul. Jesking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 10:21:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i really like how this poem has been written, it sings about the roaming thoughts of people with passion or a burning desire for something. thanks for sharing this Paul. Jesking