Desires for my dead

“Be careful what you wish for”

Was the phrase that rang in my head.

But my desires I can’t ignore,

The desires for my dead.

So I find the place

Where the witches brew,

Then back to the carcass

With lips of blue.

The question I’ll answer

Is when I gave him the cure

Was did my loved sir

Walk once more?

I’ll answer with surety in my voice

“I chose the wrong choice.”