O' Wicked Witch,
Banish thee into the night, from my mind — begone!
I called you for my soul
You took my heart,
Wretched thief!
Unhand my mind, the spell you cast,
I haven't a wink of sleep since you arrived.
O' Wicked Witch,
Unspell me, free me from your cold hands
So I may rest.
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The Pipers Lament
PoetryThe Piper's Lament Echoes off cave walls, He sits alone, old and worn, Watching the seasons drift by In wait for his next storm. --- The word prompts for 'Versification2023' all in one book Runner up for the Word Prompt for day 21: Overwhelmed. Po...
