Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places

A Spell of Revenge, If You Don't Mind

Remember me, the one you hurt,

Remember me, and never your heart avert.

This spell will take your stomach; twist it to knots

Over and over; it's called guilt for what was lost.

Let this rhyme take your mind,

Return it back to me, no peace to find.

This spell I cast upon your head,

Let dreams of me plague your bed.

I wish, so I will, so mote it be,

Upon the strike of witching hour three.

A/N

Reading a book about a betrayal, I decided to write a poem in the form of a spell to help my cherished main character. (Hail Fandoms!) She is a witch in the story, so I'm hoping this reaches her. Magically. ;p

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