chant the following lines as you burn the items in the flame:
"you started something you cannot finish,
now your power over me will diminish,
you're going to feel weak
and your eyes will leak
when i cast this curse
your luck will leave
and your heart will bleed
to be lucky again,
so mote it be."
take the ashes and bury them under a tree, pour water over it as a symbol to the earth for thanks.
As I walk the streets of this old town
footsteps of the past are retraced;
though I look upon it with brand new eyes
every place still has your face.
The wind will always carry your voice,
words echoing on the breeze,
like whispers in the gathering dark
between the cemetery trees.
Fragmented memories of a tortured past
are just riddles without clues.
Haunted are these same old streets
by the apparitions of you.
The night had started to flow over the brim
I struggled to stay afloat with all my might,
Caressed in her arms I woke up in a dream
Realizing my tired reality had lost the fight.
She resembled the north star in her poise
The smile on her rose-lips could calm a storm,
Curiosity of life in her gazelle brown eyes
Rekindled a fire in my soul that I’d forlorn.
My eyes were closed shut, but heart wide open
It transpired the unconditional love of ours,
Blindly chasing a moon I’d forgotten the sun
The alluring eclipse had proven to be my curse.
The morning rays barged in unannounced
Quickly they pulled me back from the dream,
With a passion in my head and heart, I pounced
To find her and in that, the purpose for my being.
Similar is true for love I've experienced. When I stop searching, it comes to me.
This one is for the girl who smiled when I'd given up hope.
My words, I idolize and condemn.
I could cherish or scrap on a whim.
Briefly I think, who penned this ink?
Surely wasn't me I'm incapable of thee.
Ceaselessly reading my own creations
trying to interpret my poetic libations.
I do it for therapy, I do it for vanity.
I'm also left pondering my own sanity.
I have story to be told,
I have passion to be bold,
The power may be old,
But the truth must unfold.
I don’t want you to tell,
The story of how I fell,
It’s my reality to sell,
No need for you to yell.
No matter what you say,
I’m always here to stay,
Let everything be gray,
Let me be the one to pay.
In the end of this long sail,
The curse must be sealed,
No one is allowed to feel,
The great power I conceal.
Luck is a fickle thing
Dispelling luck is seen as a gift
Pulling in all the negativity and destruction
Turning it into wonder and hope
To compensate for the luck
The life must be bad
Tragedy after tragedy
Spinning in a circle so that others can be happy
You forget your life should be more
You forget your life shouldn’t be a tragedy
That's the curse
Their lives are great at the cost of your own
Luck is a fickle thing
In the dragons cave filled with treasure.
with a warning you did not heed
eyes of blue become green eyes with slits
as the curse of the dragon hits.
Your heartbeat racing faster than ever before
sweat drips from every pore
skin becoming scaly and green.
Blackened claws burst through fingernails
legs and arms flail about
sickening crunches as bones grow and reform
the storm the rage of fiery dragons breath
forms in your lungs
burning all things in your path
as you exhale with a roar
horns pierce through skin and scales
break through your forehead
It hurts even more
as your jaw breaks and moves forward
into a reptile form
teeth lengthen and grow sharp
muscles expand and strengthen
tendons stretch and lengthen
caught within the glare
of the mirror the witch put there
in the dragons cave
you won't be a slave
anymore as you seek vengeance
from her and the other humans
Come, my love, let's sleep.
Not just for few hours,
Not for many hours,
Not even for some weeks,
And not even for merest months.
Let's sleep altogether for years,
Let's sleep for many centuries.
Come, my love, let's hibernate.
Not forgetting immortality,
Not practising immorality,
Not overlooking modesty,
And just sleep together holding tight.
Like we do when cold descends,
Let's go to our sleep mode.
Come, my love, let's snooze.
Not just for few more seconds,
Not just for some more minutes,
Not just for bit more hours,
And kindle the dream in the long night.
Like we did when curse worked,
Let's go to our carefree world.