Spell.

You cursed me.

I don’t feel too good, i feel confused…
For the feathers i grew have been tearing,
Is it from the quills you made and used?
Or perhaps the wands you made,
But when i confronted, you simply refused,
So i did it again, and again, each time i was left with an excuse.
One day formed a bruise,
For i feel betrayed, misused,
But even with my concerns you seem enthused…
As if my misery is just an amuse,
And this ideology that you infused,
Is simply destined to be doomed…
But i swear it is only something which i assumed!

It is at night when you cast your spells, whilst i sleep,
And when they open a portal so large and deep,
Is when my eyes open and start to peek.
With one eye open, i saw what i wanted to see.
In each corner of the room laid different kind of leafs,
I wanted to stop my eye, but there was more they had to creep,
Then all of a sudden, he leapt…
Leapt down into the portal,
With nothing to keep.

As soon as you leave, i sit up and cry,
What have I witnessed?
I wish i didn’t open my eyes.
Cold sweat drags down my back,
My lips cracked,
And my mouth dry.
How come i always helped,
When you yourself never tried?
And the ideology which was first assumed,
Is now a confirmed lie.
There is no magic, spells, no way you could fly,
But i’m sure if i told you, you’d only ever deny.
And the marriage you promised to tie,
Is now torn and tear,
And my time is coming closer, to say my goodbyes.