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The Witch's Conjuring

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trevorskogsbergh
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In blackest night
And full moons light
You can hear the horrible laughter
A scary sight
The witch's flight
And creepy dreams thereafter

She opens her book
To take a look
To see what she can create
A pigs ear there
And an elephants hair
Can make you levitate

A dead man's thumb
Can make one dumb
If you use it the wrong way
But say the spell
And all is well
Night turns into day

The book of the dead
Is often misread
If the reader does not know
That the words are cursed
To say the worst
From an evil long ago

An evil so old
With a heart that is cold
God sent Him directly to Hell
Her master the first
And eternally cursed
On earth He doth dwell

To free Him she must
Collect some dust
And cobwebs and turpentine
A handful of worms
And millions of germs
And the eyeballs of a swine

Some rusty old nails
And some slimy old snails
Along with the head of an Ox
A shovel of dirt
And a little boys shirt
And also the nose of a fox

A vampire's fang
And an orangutan
Mixed with the sweat of a ghost
A werewolf's hair
The blood of a mare
Now your done...almost

Mix them well
And chant the spell
And cook the contents on low
In the cauldron of sin
And demons within
The sky begins to glow

Once again
The evil within
Has been released upon the land
Now don't delay
But start to pray
To the Son at the Right Hand

And so you know
That before I go
The good always wins
For only He
Can oversee
The destruction of all sins


This was something for some fun. Email me if you'd like with some helpful hints in order to make this poem alittle better.

Better to die, and sleep
The never-waking sleep, than linger on
And dare to live when the souls life is gone.
© Copyright 2000 Trevor Skogsbergh - All Rights Reserved
Denise
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1 posted 09-19-2000 10:20 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Fascinating reading, I enjoyed this!

Denise
trevorskogsbergh
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2 posted 09-19-2000 10:57 PM       View Profile for trevorskogsbergh   Email trevorskogsbergh   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for trevorskogsbergh

Thanks, I enjoyed writing it.


Better to die, and sleep
The never-waking sleep, than linger on
And dare to live when the souls life is gone.
jlocke
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3 posted 09-20-2000 01:41 PM       View Profile for jlocke   Email jlocke   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for jlocke

Very fun read.  Bumping it up.

Kit McCallum
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4 posted 09-20-2000 01:49 PM       View Profile for Kit McCallum   Email Kit McCallum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kit McCallum

Wow! Quite a tale ... perfect for October 31st All Hallows Eve ...  much enjoyed the spooky read!  

Best wishes,
/Kit
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5 posted 12-30-2005 03:12 AM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

This was a great tale, wish you were around writing more these days.  I know a witch myself that is going to get a real kick out of this poem.     Happy New Year!

Carpe' Diem

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6 posted 12-30-2005 09:49 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Hey.

All I did was make some red beans & rice.

I have no idea what Mysteria's talking about.



Cute poem.

I really liked the part about the pig's ear too. I tried to make this silk purse once, and...
trevorskogsbergh
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7 posted 12-30-2005 12:52 PM       View Profile for trevorskogsbergh   Email trevorskogsbergh   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for trevorskogsbergh

Thanks ladies...due to work and school, I haven't written anything for a long time. When things calm down, I'll be back. Talk to you later.

-T

Better to die, and sleep
The never-waking sleep, than linger on
And dare to live when the souls life is gone.

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8 posted 12-30-2005 07:34 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress


ABRACADABRA!!

In the midst of winter,
I found there lives within me..
An invincible summer.

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