roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I

Lifting Curses

A night growing cold

The story oft told

Of a deserted park

A moan reaches out

A shadow stays about

Lurking in the dark

A man in a coat

His story wrote

Clearly upon his face

He grimly smirks

And enjoys the perks

Of the shadows' casting grace

He sees the ghoul

And knows the rule

Which he must stick by

To return the thing

To a state of resting

And report back to the sky

Though nought was easy

As the night was breezy

A cool wind began to blow

And from that wind

Emerged a winged

Monstrous and deadly foe

This monster, by fame

Was the one to blame

For the ghoul's resurrection that day

Duty bound

To bring him down,

The spirit tossed his coat away

The ghoul would have ran

As the battle began

But his legs were all but broken

With a powerful spell

The monster fell

And the spirit's form had awoken

After speaking the verse

And lifting the curse

The spirit ascended, job done

And no trace of ghoul

Or monster, per the rule

Was left 'fore the rise of the sun