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 8 Years Ago


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

Posted 8 Years Ago


Excellent dark write.

Posted 8 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 8 Years Ago


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

Posted 8 Years Ago


I love it! So clear to the point!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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

Posted 8 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 8 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 8 Years Ago


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Katannaism
Katannaism

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia



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