Cursed

Cursed

A Poem by Katannaism

This cruel Temptress came in with her book of spells. 
And cast one upon me, a dreadful curse.
From her lips, an incantation murmured-
Silent to the human ear. 
Then, he catches your eye. And his to you.
The heart beats a hundred times faster...
Your hands clammy and damp. 
A lodge in your throat stops your speech. 
And the magic takes place.
Oh the cruel Temptress, her spells are quick and effective. 
It is a beautiful curse. 
Monstrous bliss; Hopeless Faith; Shattered Love. 
The first time his hands interlock with yours.
You feel warmth. Attraction.
Lust. 
Hope. 
The second time, its more familiar;
more homey.
Like your safety ensured. 
Your fears dashed away. 
The tenth time...
And you are home. 
The first Kiss-
blissful and exciting. 
The warmth and the closeness-the intimacy. 
Embraced in each others open arms...
Never letting go...
A promise.
A vow of Love Eterne. 
Caution slowly slips away.
And belief, hope, faith steps in. 
Oh this Dark Temptress has cast an ugly spell;
to make you love, and be loved in return. 
Until the Temptress wants to laugh.
Her mind is twisted and rotten. 
And with a flick of her hand,
Happiness shatters. 
Love is broken. 
Hate replaces. 
Oh you, cruel Spell Caster-
Hold your disgusting tongue!
For this curse shall go on no more...
And let your slaves suffer,
a once beautiful love. 
Now hope is killed. Faith more frail than before...
Everything is broken.
And you shut thy doors. 
I attempt to knock it down. 
And call you, Evil One; to face your slave. 
Your victim.
Your prey. 
Your cursed one. 
Your victim beseeches you to curse them again-
But never take it back-
For your entertainment is too cruel to bear... 
You, a wife of Lucifer's. 
A cruel one.
Your victim beseeches you-
to cease your Spell Casting.
And your disgusting incantations. 
Your beastly potions. 
You Black Heart. 
Give me my heart again-
For it despises the very essence of me.
For it fears the very sight of me. 
My voice repulses its ears. 
I beseech you return my Love and my Heart back. 
And cripple your Black Soul. 
You lock your doors-Barred. 
Is this how you treat your customers?!
I bang on thy door-
Screaming like an old hag.
An asylum awaits me.
This cursed one. 
You shan't listen. 
And by this-
I die-
Shattered and broken. 
Lifeless. 

© 2011 Katannaism


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i really enjoyed reading this :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


dark and honest. painful but an amazingly well constructed piece. very well crafted.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Excellent dark write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I liked your story, and now alas love lies bleeding, broken and dying, no more will there be any sighing, now look up I am making all things new, your love will be beautiful and true................

Sorry about that
lovely piece :O)

Posted 13 Years Ago


what a creative perspective and how nicely this is delivered. Excellent.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love it! So clear to the point!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nothing worse than a broken heart. Love only ends up being a curse if one rejects/forsakes the blessing of it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the beautiful language(there's a little bit of Shakespeare, if I'm not mistaken) that you've used here. It simply captivates me! The imagery and tone are so well depicted and conjured that it makes this a very enjoyable read.
A nice story that has been told very well. Great job!


Posted 13 Years Ago


Some heavy material to digest. Very dark the scenes you conjure.
This Temptress has broken and shattered many a good people, who fell all too easily for her...
Thought provoking, and powerful write.



Posted 13 Years Ago


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Tags: depression, lost love, heartbreak, love

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Katannaism
Katannaism

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia



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