It waits for the chance at revenge, but in the end, is it really revenge? |
Written for Stormy's Poetry Newsletter &Contest. Bold words are prompt. It It sat there waiting, silent, deadly, dangerous, but unseen The bulky massive shape shimmered with a dark sickening sheen It had a simple goal in mind, one every living creature knows Survival plain and simple, just what one would suppose At the dawn of the previous day, it was just a man No one very special, would not be missed by his clan In his walk through the woods, he saw a witch that he passed With a sweep of her hand, he was bewitched, in a spell he was cast With the spell in place, it found there were special powers Held tenderly in his grasp, like precious summer flowers But it knew in its heart, if indeed it had one still That the witch would have to pay, for exerting her will Revenge was on its mind, against the one who’d put it here Unable to move much, trying hard to overhear The chanting of the coven, the witches and their spells It couldn’t help but notice, the stench of its smells Though it was a massive shape, its spirit couldn’t be broken It remained eternally alert, since in this form it had awoken Waiting for that one chance, to catch her while she slept Do to her what she’d done to him, watching while she wept It would send her to a wilderness, of timeless winter’s cold A place that would keep her, like lamb’s kept in their fold The witch thought she was safe, everyday she’d awaken Snuggled in her bed, in all this she was sadly mistaken For slow though he moved, his powers had great reach Now was the time, and a lesson he would teach He lured her from her coven with a song sweet and low The notes hung on the breeze, drifting by so very slow The musical notes were special, magical and laden And it turned that old witch, to a lovely young maiden Now she was cursed, no longer a haggard old witch But youthful, beautiful, yet back she longed to switch So a bargain was struck, between the two odd outcasts One slowly became a man once more, happy at long last The other became a witch, much more cautious than before Not casting spells on others, loving that man forevermore For his spell had taught her love, something she’d never known She found herself longing for him, no longer just a crone Slowly her beauty returned as her love slowly grew Together they became a couple, and started life anew Jim Dorrell 10/14/10 |