The Witch’s Spell
My mind wanders across a field of tan
Flows down rivers black
White marbled tombs so perfectly aligned
Tauntingly smirk just to remind me
Of all the things I’ve done
All the graves I’ve dug
The oaths that have been broken
Wars I started either lost or won
All on a woman’s whim
A witch’s curse so vile
But can I blame the spell
For all the crimes that’ll send me to Hell
When I know I would do them all again
Just to see her smile
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