Beauty is priceless.
Or so many may think…
Others obsess closely
Finding a weak link
There is a tale told
Of a witch in the woods
She has dark magic,
And many unique goods
The clock strikes three
As the witch stirs her pot
She is centuries old
And hasn't been caught
Until a woman starts to wander,
Searching for prey
She is a hunter…
The witch wants to play.
She retreated back to her home,
Creating a plan.
She comes up with an idea…
She will create a man!
She will catch a beast
One that has cold blood
Savage as can be
While running through the mud
The maiden will fall for him
Then he will break her heart
She will crumble and fall
At the witches evil art
Someone to hold ,
Then bring to their knees.
While the witch watches closely
Right behind the trees
She gathers her materials
Ready to create
The maiden is clueless
Of her newly found mate
He is nothing more than a soldier,
One that cannot feel
He will carry out his purpose
An order of steel
The animal is transformed
And his orders are set
The witch sends him off
To the maiden she met
This maiden holds beauty
In her long,dark hair.
Her perfect blue eyes,
And her breath taking glare
A woman of noble blood
Hidden beneath the skies
She seems like an angel
With her pretty little disguise
The beast approaches her
In his newly found clothes
Getting ready to greet her
As his dark eye glows
He has two eyes
One shattered,one whole
“Make her fall for you.”
That was his goal
His face is solid
But his feelings are tore
His left eye is black
Filled with gore
He finally greets her
In such a polite way
She is left speechless
With nothing to say
Standing there like a statue,
With such beautiful skin
Heaven expelled her…
Beauty must be her sin
Her hands are the hands of a saint
And her lips are like a prayer
Her face is a map to be explored
To know everything there
Her smile is bright
Brighter than the sun
She is envied by many
Perhaps she has already won
No…
He must follow through
The witch gave his orders
He has something at stake too…
He has a week to win her heart,
Then he becomes a beast once more
He is under the witches control
With an animal at his core
He hands begin to shake
As him and her talk
He craves her blood…
“I need a walk…”
His voice trails off
As he starts walking away
The maiden is disappointed
“Could you please stay?”
He wanted to oblige.
It was too much to bear.
He couldn't take much more
Heading back to the lair
“Perhaps we could meet tomorrow?”
She said with delight
“Perhaps…”
He said,admiring her light
He ran off,
Back to the witch
He was going crazy
Because of his real strong itch
“You damned wolf!”
She said,angry to the bone
She then exhaled,
Letting out a groan
She fixed up a spell
To restrain his beast
To maintain his human nature
Refusing to feast
They met three days in a row
As he continued to court
She was incredibly small
Almost too short.
His character is composed,
Quiet and in control
Declining to express much
Because of his very savage soul
Her character is wild
Very unique
A personality some may like
And many may seek
The fourth day they met up
And laid on the grass
The man was acting weird
He was acting real crass
Like a love struck fool
He enjoyed her laugh
Slowly he started forgetting
About his other half
Until something lurked by
Stalking them close…
He could smell wet dog
As reality slowed
His eyes got dark
And fur started to grow
Hell was unleashed
As his sharp teeth began to glow
The sky grew dark
And he realized the trap
The wind stopped completely
And thunder began to clap
The trees died quick
And his old pack arose
They hid among the trees
This is the future he chose
The beautiful maiden,
She is now gone…
In her place stood a monster
I’m the victim,she is the con
A girl with black hair
In her dark gray dress
With lifeless eyes
She is the leader I guess
Her skin is pale white
And her fatigue is small
However she has serrated teeth
And a screeching call
Like a dog
She got on the ground
Then started charging
And my heart started to pound
I am a man
My savage soul is no more…
I can’t fight back
As my intestines are tore
My brothers and sisters
They help tear me down
As they drag me to nearby water
And watch me as I drown
The one I was deceived by
She watched as I died…
This death is ironic
My guilt has dried
I was lying
She was too
Clearly I am the victim
Who couldn’t take a clue
Her appearance was too perfect
And she begged me to stay
The witch fooled me
When she said she wanted to play
This maiden was her creation
Someone who will kill
Someone who can deceive easily
Concealing her sick thrill
No wonder the witch was never caught
She sent someone young
Who could handle the situation
Without getting hung
Me and this witch made a deal
My soul in exchange for her wish
Instead I am nothing more
Than a cut up fish
I had no choice
I was trapped from the start
First she took my spirit
Then finally my heart
I float in this creek
Nearly dead
Just another tortured soul
With a story you have read
The air is cold
And the water is tinted red
Slowly freezing to death
As animals still tread
I feel the water shifting…
Something is beneath me!
A set of two fangs sink deep
Before I can see.
Thank you for reading!
Yet another sad tale
What finished this man off?
Will it leave a trail?
The witch is the common thread
What else could she do?
Will she pick another victim
Or will she pick you?
What happens next
Now that these monsters are gone?
They may travel somewhere else
Or be gone till dawn
I am your witch
Someone to surprise
I cover stories
With convincing disguise
I foreshadow
And you have missed my clues
Go back and look back
See why you will lose!
Perhaps next time
You may catch more
I love writing
Something to adore
I hope to post again
Another time close
Happy reading!
Take your dose!
Shout-out: Vincente Batista thank you for reading and giving me feedback on a daily basis!!!
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71 comments
damn it made me question that you might be a witch lol your stories are precisely amazing it's always a pleasure to read them 🫡
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I have developed the ability to "Foreshadow" lol. I can give very subtle hints to what is going to happen really early in the text. However they are not too obvious. You would have to go back and read it again to notice the hints I left. In the beginning the woman was not the real victim. He he he
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Really, you realize that in the first verses it subtly tells about the witch's true personality lol
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yes lol,I also realize that no one truly knows whether I was referring to the witch,or the woman when I said "Until a woman starts to wander, Searching for prey She is a hunter…" The witch wants to play. lol I was trying to be sneaky.
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Smart, I'm starting to feel sorry for your boy now lol (I'm just kidding), This text of yours was well prepared.
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It's amazing,all I do is write,and it all works out as long as I finish the passage and then read it again two or three times.
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The writer is back!
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Finally lol, so glad you're back, can't wait to read new stories
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he he he
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I am not quite sure. I have no "Beef" with her. However,she has always been one to talk,and gossip,or even cause drama. Earlier she brought me into a conversation I was not even trying to be a part of. And used a past event to make me look like the bad person-
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The good thing is that you don't let it define you, she has serious issues with herself lol
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I try not to. Times have been stressful between school,a little brother,a sick dad,and of course,my household chores.
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