She Casted a Spell

She threw her hair,
Behind her shoulders
That the moon reflected on her face

“Now I will get you” she cried,
As the fire deflagrated
And lightened the place

***

Stabbed the doll, stuck a hundred pins,
Roaring, rumbling sounds all over,
As if all demons came out from hell

Then she did a voodooist dance
Around the flames
And started casting a spell


***


Blinded by anger, filled with pain,
She wanted revenge,
Like there was no tomorrow.

She wanted to curse him,
Deprive him forever from love
Find comfort in his sorrow


***



“May his heart never beat for
the cause of love” she cried,
And by this he shall not be loved again

What a cruel thing one may think
For her it’s what he deserved
For breaking her heart and causing such pain


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Only he wasn’t cursed
He wasn’t miserable
In fact, by that spell he was blessed

Because no body
Would love such a looser anyway
And love was something that he never missed



*Copyrights reserved for Sarah Arram, May 10 2006