LOVELORN WITCH
Forget your book of spells,
your signs, your potions and your ring,
you sought advantage over
others, thought black arts would bring
you power, hoped your way
through life would be a bigger laugh
if you could call on super-
natural tricks to smooth the path.
And now you sit and bawl,
black pointed hat with tip askew,
the desperate thumbing through
your spell book was no use to you.
So fold away your stocking,
cape and long black-fingered glove,
what good is sorcery
if you can’t have the one you love?
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