Thirteen treasons - I drink
That dust devil came to take you away,
tied down I forced you to stay.
Another sold me a magical potion,
his lies matched the dust devils motion.
He said it would take you from my view,
remove the fact that I ever met you.
A bakers dozen his song implied to drink,
tied down in front of me cheers and I wink.
Thirteen treasons to my desires soul,
erasing her imagination is the devils goal.
Many times now the lies I have taken,
and you're always here when I awaken.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2025 08:57
- Comment from author about the poem: Been listening to Puscifer's "Potion" and other songs a lot. Could say I am an alcoholic. I have been sold many potions.
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Comments2
a most interesting introduction to this piece that implies metaphor in that that is what magic is based on. Lovely
BRAVO
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