THE AIMLESS MUSE
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Such are the incantations of the foolish,
Blithely speaking when she really ought not,
Crying out for vengeance,
Where none is due,
Cackling like a crow,
Neath the budding yew.
Her spells in parables,
Thinking none at all will see,
Within her silvered words the dirge,
Her own sad destiny.
Such are the incantations of the miser,
Soullessly spinning her dread spell
Greedy incantations thinking
No one is the wiser
Murmur burning words along this path to hell.
Such are the incantations of the foolish,
Plotting the destruction of her enemies,,
All the while binding to her own self,
That which she would have cast for me.
Roni ( the aimless muse) 2016
Blithely speaking when she really ought not,
Crying out for vengeance,
Where none is due,
Cackling like a crow,
Neath the budding yew.
Her spells in parables,
Thinking none at all will see,
Within her silvered words the dirge,
Her own sad destiny.
Such are the incantations of the miser,
Soullessly spinning her dread spell
Greedy incantations thinking
No one is the wiser
Murmur burning words along this path to hell.
Such are the incantations of the foolish,
Plotting the destruction of her enemies,,
All the while binding to her own self,
That which she would have cast for me.
Roni ( the aimless muse) 2016
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