![]() Spell Well SpunA Poem by Tarry FranckOn a crisp autumn night Taken by the hand Led down a path I see a lit lantern As if it freely stands, An offering of Dark red liquid you make You whisper softly in my ear And suddenly I begin To tremble, to shake, The reason I am there You have told Is not what I thought Feeling a bit uneasy With what is about to unfold, I'm led deeper in the woods And a huge flame lights the night A ring of people have gathered Cloaked in black I now know that I'm Their midnight snack, An altar is near the flame Placed upon it, I am to be The chanting begins As they disrobe me, A gentle hand reaches for mine To help me upon the altar As I'm guided I'm feeling a warmth I'm in awe, My mind is in a haze I ponder What did that elixir contain, They have their way An initiation, I was not aware But obsessed with them Now I am For here I belong One with each of them I have become, High Priest and High Priestess First and also last I'm bound to them It's so overwhelming Can't help but hope forever This spell was very well cast.
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Added on December 31, 2012Last Updated on December 31, 2012 Author![]() Tarry FranckLA, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutOnce upon life...there was time more..Writing
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