The Witch's Curse - Poem by EMMA Funnell
She sits by the window,
Gazes into the night.
Wishes upon a star,
That you would come kneel by her side.
She's scared she'll spend eternity,
Never able to gaze into your eyes.
She's going completely insane,
As from you came all the lies.
Just one touch from your hand,
Stroking her pale, cold face.
Will put her mind at ease,
She won't feel fallen from grace.
But your hand will never reach out,
Again to this poor child's heart.
In her chair she will rock back and forth,
Knowing you will always be apart.
As she slips into insanity,
The Devil is smiling in his den.
He know's this girl will soon be his,
Once his contract meets her pen.
You need to save this lonely girl's soul,
You need to protect her life.
But you are much too cold for this,
You've condemned her to the knife.
She now sits by the window,
Gazes into the fire.
Thinks up her revenge,
For you, the one true liar.
As you never saved her soul,
She will now curse you to hell.
At least then you will be together again,
The minute you hear the ringing of the bell.
You are going to be her slave soon,
She will make sure this time you won't fail.
You will soon find out the Curse of the Witch,
But you will not live to tell the tale.
As the end dawns upon you,
She captures in her hand your soul.
You will suffer endless torment,
You now have to pay the toll.
The Witch's Curse is deadly,
To anyone who betrays her.
You will suffer for her life,
For not being the friend you once were.
As the full moon rises,
You lay on the floor dead.
This is what you get for betraying her love for you,
And for messing with her head.
As your coffin is lowered into the Earth,
Your ghost standing beside it.
The Witch sits quietly on the ground,
While your loved one's candles are lit.
You look at the girl's pale, cold face,
As she cast's her spell.
You feel your spirit being pulled under,
As she drags you down to hell!
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