In Reality based in Fantasy

A mix of me and a magical imp.

Piles surround me

words tangle around my filthy hands

Pleading eyes of lost ones stare 

As desperate attempts at freedom are made 

The King and Queen 

have put bars in front of me

I am but a plaything to them

A shiver runs up my spine 

As my power takes flight

Words slapped back with a clatter

But the bars stay shut tight

My power, my magic

Can never compare

To deals that entrap me

I let out a cackle 

As they come to me in times of need

I will give the prophecy they want

But I need something in return

No not freedom

That is too easy

I want the name of an unborn child
whispered upon a whim

So as magic controls my soul

I will control their future 

And in the end the final deal

Will be in my favor

Author's Note

please tell me what you think (i haven’t been able to write in awhile)