There she always stands on her hill in her special light.
Throwing spell with out mercy , flinging them left and right.
She works better with a storm, where more terrior reins within.
They have a schocking twist for nature to endure of raising cane.
Watch it little witch, they will change you precious name.
Every so often she places a spell on all where she dwells.
Sometimes the get wild and things go wrong and end up in Hell.
The bells they tole backwards for many days and nights.
But her beauty hides her charms in the flashing storm's light.
The dubed her name to STORM GODDEST OF DELIGHT.
A contest entry
- Cast Me Under a Spell by StormGoddess.
700 points, ended November 10, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Cute Mac. This made me smile in it's own way. And thank you, at least I turn out to be a delight
Thank you for entering
Storm -
Delightful Mac
Oh your words always bring a smile when I read your poetry. What a pleasure to start my day with. This was a lovely tale. Best of luck in the contest. Hugs and Smiles dear friend.
Peace and Grace,
Sandy
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