Liars lie in a hollowed pit
Await your fate, you must
I pledge your life to him with horns
You’ll burn this day to crust
Never more will you claim the throne
And doom the innocent to slaughter
The light of right must shine once more
And the payment will be your daughter
You know of whom I speak
And naught can stop this curse
You heaped your soul with ice hot coals
That melts your fiery hearse
The crowd cheers at the spectacle
Of this smoldering end to you
And may all that hurt the innocent
Burn along with you!
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
This one comes from reading about the belief in spells and curses and so I have toyed with one of my own. The ‘pagan’ in me is forever trying to surface. I put a ‘curse’ on you! Ha! Ha! Lighten up! This is ‘light’ hearted humor or is it?
I hear the creaking of the stairs and the mournful hoot of an owl.
On a night such as this, what could be on the prowl?