The Black Book
By Nici
They asked about the book The evil book And how its black spine Old and Worn Did nothing pure. Amused and curious They laughed while I spoke More questions they asked I did not respond I could see the book Perched upon the table The warm glow of the candles The scent of Rose oil And the uninterrupted incantations. What I had unleashed Had to be stopped The unwanted spirit Had come for blood. I sent it away And promised my soul Never again would I touch it Or look upon the black cover. The solid ground broke As I dug into the earth Tossed into the dark soil The book would rest for eternity. Never to be read Never to be touched by man Or to be placed Into the wrong hands Of those with devious pleasures. So now they ask Where the book might be I simply tell them It is put away For good Forever. Written October 21st, 2001 © on Oct 21 2001 11:22 AM PST 10 • 0
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