Breaking The Spell

by Willi Brown


Got a nightmare demon

clutching my breath,

news is bad and the

air ain't safe.

Upon a rock I lay my head

but the smoke smell of worry,

like fingers through my coat,

lingers through my sleep.

 

And though I sold

my hero's honor

("'tis but a word")

I need no supper

"just like that bird"

I'll take none of yours.

 

I'm now evil enough

so bad that I must

give birth somewhere

to cause death here.		

next



tuesday...