Sing a Song of Love when the Warlock Beckons

When my spirits sink too low
The warlock’s on the prowl, I know
His scheming dart could tear my soul apart

Rejoice he does in his evil deed
Spreading monstrous lies and his creed
Of hate, which, he claims, should be our fate

So with great abandon and the utmost glee
He offers his deceitful words, enticing me
“I’ll teach you what I preach”

“Try out some sweet revenge
Your wounded heart thus to avenge
Choose to hurt and punish to a finish”

Depart from me, you ugly creep
Before I make you weep
With my loving song all day long!

September 2013 © irina dimitric 2013

This poem was first posted to Saturday Writing Essential 28 September 2013, published at bregana.gather.com

For “tercetonine”, please see my post “My Holden Barina”.

“Just an Ordinary Garden – A Tercetonine” is another example.