Warlock's Spell

Caught in the spell of the warlock's well.
Deep and dark, the evil rises up and
into you. Misty threads of thoughts
that never caught the truth in full.

Shadowy, the corridors extend all
through the trends of buried keeps.
Ghostly images that never learned
to sleep, are there to haunt your
reawakening.

For you're still there, just where you
chose to be. Never more the freedom
of the skies that whisper hues of blue
above the workaday, nor tripping
light fantastic on the stars.

You closed your heart, you sold
your soul, and now your safety's
spent within a web that won't
admit to your deliverance.

Magic made,
and power promised.
Until the darkness overwhelms.
The warlock's spell - the make-
believe. Unnatural, it moves
into your mind.
Consuming all the love
you used to be...

? Michaelette ?

3/29/2002
Copyright© 2001 Michaelette L. Romano
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