There was a
young boy who yearned to be straight
He feared
for his soul and sought a muse: a mate!
She appeared
one day with flowers in her hair…
And with
voice sweet beckoned him to her lair
Oh
foolish child, of tales of maidens had you not heard
Casting
spells on legions of men… thick as a horde!
She tickled
his vanity, pride, desire, need to be free
And dazzled
and magnetized, blinded was he!
She brewed
potions of love and lust day and night
Aided by
ghouls, she reached the peak of her might.
Oh
foolish child, of tales of maidens had you not heard
Casting
spells on legions of men… thick as a horde
But one day,
inexorably time and merit ran out
And
neighbours recounted of a scream and a shout
She sang her
last love song with an awful pitch
And saddened
discovered that she was a witch!
The spell
thus was broken and the boy awoke
A dream so
real that ended on a good note!
Somwang (Book of poems)