top of page

Curse

  • Writer: Trix Cruzales
    Trix Cruzales
  • Sep 13, 2017
  • 1 min read

Magic made by the dark arts,

That may only be cast by those with black hearts,

To bring forth misfortune to those who serve the light,

As we wish upon their downfall in front of our sight.

I will kill you with an un-explainable pain,

As you live your life full of struggle and suffer is my aim,

All of this made by a simple wish you will slowly die,

Or by simply eating this poisonous pie.

As I cast upon your death with black magic,

You will die unknowingly and un-explainable by mere logic,

But that’s not the end,

Because the curse I cast has no end.


 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Red-haired beauty

Hair as red as a rose. Blown by the wind as it flows. Beauty like no other that always glows. Who is she? Only I know.   The window isn’t...

 
 
 

Comments


bottom of page