Sorcery

Last night I had a dream,

I was a old warted witch from an olden day.

The day when Kings would listen,

And money was to be made.

 

Who was I to argue with destiny

And so my gifts I sold

Ooops, my mistake, I didn't realize how strong you really are

Or how many tentacles you possess.

I did not know how cruel you could be

This knowledge was out of my realm, but apparently not his

I felt used, abused, crucified,

But I rose

To shuffle one foot in front of another through the dark ages

And another chance......

Reviews

[Tony]

This is a vivid and scary dream.....
As well as a deep and thoughtful poem about the ever changing faces of evil, and the souls who transcend the various ages of darkness, wandering through biological forms searching for truth and purpose.
I am a fan of this mysterious Author.

[.]

LOL - to have sorcery! What a delicious idea..I know this is cloaked in metaphor and mystery and it may be for you and you alone to fully understand..but I liked it, there is a touch of hope and maybe a spell of love gone amiss and awaiting another chance..oh I don't know!!!

[David W Moore III]

Wow. Not sure where this came from! It's a little trippy and a bit confusing. Seems like I'm missing some of the story. But intriguing.