Sonnet № 46243
Black Magic
Infernal demons in my mind.
Repeating every day.
Endless space, and void I find.
In the things they say,
but are they there in dissonance?
My family's blood line cursed?
These feelings become ominous.
The Goetia serves the versed.
I never should have read that book,
or called them to serve me.
Now it's too late from their look.
They'll never set me free.
Hear my screams paint the night?
When I died I saw no light.
7 comments
but the rhyme feels forced, so that one line can't be the whole point of the poem, right? i mean, it's a poem, not an illustration. or have you been a naughty boy with settle? did he rub off on you?
If I wanted to write a real poem on black magic and not a bilboard counting device, to see how many idiots come over to see "black magic" I would. hatmf???
There it is. I guess I should dive in, go all the way, follow the dark muse to its bloody end. Maybe then, maybe then,
I'd be free. Meanwhile, I'll just send a curse to all mine enemies.
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