Lucky 13
The day I turned thirteen
I discovered a witch's abode
hidden deep in the woods
abandoned under the
overgrowth,
a little hut, just an old
shack
but finding a door
a warm fire and more
it was a blessing for a
young girl
needing rescue
I found an old book
and gave it a look
opened the page and
read the oddest verse,
I laughed at the absurdity
but read with intent
"simply voice these words
and see your wish true"
the years passed
memories faded
until one night
his love turned cruel
his abuse grew
I didn't know what to do
on Halloween night,
it came to a head
he laughed himself silly
as he threatened to kill me
I fell to my knees
and said with hands folded,
those silly words,
I'd once read
in that magic book
forgive me, dear,
no menace
intended
I only wish
that you are blessed
with your own intent,
he laughed again
and raised the knife
the walls shook,
and the
floors clattered
then with a torrent
came hundreds of creatures abhorrent,
a foot in length,
with multiple
legs
they moved with intent
toward the threat
he screamed bloody murder
and tried to fight
but they covered him fully
then in a wisp of white vapor,
he and they
were all gone
and to this day
I've heard not a word
my bruises have healed
and my heart too
that shack in the woods
is now my home
The Magic Den
is where I cast spells,
and grant wishes
my new stock in trade
so if you need aid,
don't be afraid
just open the book
the right spell will appear
for the dark arts know
the one you fear!
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Tagline: 13 can be a very lucky number.
Yolanda Renée (C) 2021
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