Crossing Paths
In hells time
I happened to stop by one day
just to have a look around,
had a pocket full of pay
felt there was something to be found–
A shop full of pewter trinkets
books on witchcraft and wizardry,
Earrings necklaces pendants and anklets
but a certain isle called to me–
Like a magnet drawn to this book
on how to become a wizard,
When opening it up to take a look
a lump formed in my gizzard–
Immediately felt I was being watched
I looked straight at the clerk,
His eyes glowed black my soul he touched
he glared and started to smirk–
Feeling a sense of evilness
I put the book back on the shelf,
Knowing he’d seen the cleverness
deep inside myself–
I felt a sense of power
pulsing through my veins,
It may have been the coachman’s hour
pulling on the horses reins–
Coming to take my soul
had I possessed the book,
This shop was really a portal
another soul they would have took-
This is a true story it really happened,
and not long after this event within 3 to 6 months,
this shop was gone.
