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
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