" An Author's Spell "

Wicked wise the writer writes,
These spells which cast a simple fright.
Money's lost and money's found.
Listen to the words resound.

Innocent he, the reader reads.
Vacant, his mind it heeds.
Dim the light within the well,
Where spirits, demons, and witches dwell.

Fire, water, wind and earth,
Is your soul what it's worth?
Spiders, beetles, and boiling bats,
Sprinkled salts or bits of rat.

Tales told of evil notions
Stir the cauldron of my potion.
Words with care woven fine,
Your mind no longer yours, but mine!





C1999 

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