You used your black magic,
And put a spell on me.
Now I have to do what you say,
Or I can never be free.
I'm under a curse,
I don't have a plan,
To free myself,
And flee from this land.
There's no one to save me,
No fairy godmother,
No handsome prince,
Or a knight in shining armor.
I've got to save myself,
Can't let my story end tragic.
I've got to unleash my own powers,
And break free from you Black Magic.
Maybe there's no one to help me, but that doesn't mean I can't save myself, and you're not the only one with Black Magic!😏
~!~Diana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
