His mother was a witch.
I didn't know, he never said.
He had the perfect place to go.
I said on one condition though.
We had things ready to go.
It was only at the last moment I said no.
He cried and said, "Please I love you so."
I have to meet you mother, and this is what she did.
Tears fell and we tried to leave,
Things will never be the same
A contest entry
- Fantasy Picture Inspired Contest IV by ShelleyA.
1000 points, ended September 30, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nice title and good write. Good take on the picture prompt. Nice depth of feeling. Thank you for your entry.
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