Saturday, September 21, 2024

SPELLBOUND

As the cauldron bubbled on the angry fire
And spells were cast - dark and dire 
Her cackles echoed in the neighborhood 
She was definitely up to no good! 

Her wand twirled and twitched expertly 
As the black cat watched on hesitantly 
What gruesome ingredients would she need
To make potions for infamy and greed!

Perhaps an eye of a Targaerian dragon 
And some gold from Bu-yong's wagon 
A solitary hair from Dr Frankenstein 
A request he'd be certain to decline! 

A fingernail from the irrepressible Gandalf the White 
A drop of Vampire's blood in the dead of night 
A single tear from a mermaid from Whitecap Bay 
Or the flaky specks from the painting of Dorian Gray? 

As her incantations steadily grew loud 
The colourful smog had drawn a crowd
Eager to see what she'd conjure today 
Would it lead to happiness or utter dismay?

Just last week she procured a potion 
That had caused an absolute commotion 
The victim was the abominable Mayor 
Who ended up shedding all his bodily hair!

And who could forget the events at the palace 
When the King drank from the poisoned chalice 
His skin turned green and then neon pink
"Just deserts" for saying the witch does stink! 

But today, something felt very different 
The air was devoid of a mortifying current
And was it my ears that were not working
For I was certain I could hear her singing!

Sure enough, a majestic, angelic voice emanated 
From the very house of the most hated! 
As sure, sweet tones began to magically float From the creaky depths of her wrinkled throat! 

Suddenly, the doors of her hut flung wide open 
And the crowd wildly stared at the strange apparition 
For, there stood a beautiful young dame
Who curtsied to the crowd; and they did the same! 

Her magical smile shone as bright as the sun
As her detractors and enemies had become mum 
What could they possibly do, say or shout
She had single-handedly stolen their clout!

Was she indeed real or had she cast a spell
To get rid of her dastardly warts and horrid smell? 
We'll never know, for in the blink of an eye
She got on her broomstick and vanished into the sky! 

By 
Vampire 

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