Bewitched
By Anne G
Once upon
a cursed stone
atop the Devil’s Hill
beneath the blackened
twisted tree with branches
reaching towards the sky
As if trying to escape
the demon’s gatherings
beneath its verdant leaves
the forest’s swamps
bewitched and seized
by legend and
black magic
Amidst the haunted
Villa Manor
Masonic rituals
to proclaim
in eerie silence
the presence of
the damned
femme soul
She walks as if in
a trance bewitched
in search of
someone lost
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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