To the green Goddess she would pray,
the love too strong for her to control.
Eternal love, devotion her only goal,
she will cast a spell so he wont stray.
He will be hers tomorrow if not today,
pink candles lit at the top of the knoll.
To the green Goddess she would pray,
the love too strong for her to control.
The moon rises full, no time to delay,
dressed in red robe as befitting the role.
knife caresses palm, willing to sell her soul,
she dances a deadly dangerous ballet;
to the green Goddess she would pray.
Author notes
Love you Tory.
Griswold
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Being the rebel I am I just had to take a free verse poem and force it into a rhyming form. 
My object was to try to keep as much of his poems ideas as possible and fit it to form.
I really liked the spiders on the hip line but I just couldnt fit it within the rhyme scheme. 
Let me know what you think...scott
Rondel
A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows:
ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.
Prompt used: http://allpoetry.com/poem/4918275
This is the original poem written by Heroesrox
Love Spell
To the Green Goddess,
She prayed.
Her love was to strong for her to control,
And she had to have him.
Lighting the candles,
Pink in tint,
Symbolic of love,
The love that pours from her bleeding heart,
The love for him only.
She had to have him.
So, a spell was made.
Incantations read on the marble floor,
As spiders crawled over the curves of her hips.
He would be hers.
If not tonight,
Then tomorrow.
Cares shed, out the window with tears,
The spell was woven.
Donning her red robe,
Perfect for the love she had,
The ashen girl sliced her hand...
With a devilish grin,
the girl smiled and spoke,
"A little blood in the mixture..."
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Good work within the form. Somehow it seems more compelling to me in rhyme and with a driving rhythm that moved me.
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she dances a deadly dangerous ballet;
to the green Goddess she would pray.
'deadly dangerous ballet' ... i love that
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well i wanted to seem like a smart ass and say that i could do with a soul-less body...but after thinking some more it could work...as fantasy fills whats unreal...whats all spice...and only one have the power to bring it all back...with a kiss...to a sleeping beauty
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..if she sells her soul, what will she give him?..
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That seems to be the catch doesnt it?
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..the infantile demand for the immediacy of love...a familiar tale for those of us long grown who have learned through time that love will choose its hour to bloom.
this poem reminded me of a young wiccan that i once knew...sweet girl.
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i liked it...
allot of red for me to handle...all in a spell so familiar as sin and addiction...they say sudective...they say love...but all i could see is desire red...caught in a web or maybe it seems...like when i say that i`m not he...and i mark it with all that whats true...666 forevermore...
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gorgeous
i love this poem!! feel free to make over my stuff! -
Good luck to you.
love
Passions
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Excellent
A very fine write, indeed. Imagery; rhythm and rhyme are just fine. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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I love your re-write of my piece! Thanks so much for entering! Good luck to you!
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The rebel thing worked!
This is amazing...
Beautiful and sensual Rondel and the free verse version was lovely as well but this just has that extra beauty of the sound of alliteration and rhyme flowing here so well...
Congrats on a wonderful piece
Lynda
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wonderful!
i love the form, i love the rewrite, good luck in the contest, and thank you for sharing your talent with us!
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the rewrite is a better version wt u wrote previously
love the last lines
The moon rises full, no time to delay,
dressed in red robe as befitting the role.
knife caresses palm, willing to sell her soul,
she dances a deadly dangerous ballet;
to the green Goddess she would pray.
good work done here
cheers
abybaby
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