Spells and Curses
Sorcery flew from her fingers, reducing men to ash
A sinister tingling played over her as the witch cast her spell
The air was charged with ancient power
The forbidden seal opened and the horror emerged
Of the names of power, the creature knew them all
No incantation could save her now
The spell was almost as insidious as the witch who cast it
A halo of doom hung over the ensorcelled man's head
She was alive with the unnatural power at her command
She spoke the words that sealed his fate
The air sizzled with sorcery
The sorcerer was well-versed in the Black Arts
The grinning necromancer made a fist and I felt my heart stop
What power he possessed died with him, but the dread book remained
The secrets of the dead were an easy prize for the necromancer
In the grove, the druids gathered
The witches danced and the Goddess answered
Spitting and cursing, the witch denied the charge as she was led away
From the bonfire, the old witch cursed us, commanding death unto our firstborn
Black and terrible, the witch's curse rang down through the centuries
Her curse was a death sentence
Her curse was in more than her words, it was in her mad, staring eyes—eyes that have haunted me to this day
The air hummed, thick with magic
A glow settled upon me and with it, a strange peace
She showed me things I dare not repeat
One by one, the fortune teller's predictions came terribly true
His latest magic trick was not for public display, lest the crowds run screaming in the aisles
Too many had mocked the prophecy and died for it
From the tomb, I heard the sorcerer's call for me to join him
The dead came back at his command
Slaves to his dark soul, the spirits answered
From out of time and space, the call was heard
Necromancy was the foulest of magic, corrupting all who practiced its Dark Art
The Craft was in her blood and in her mother's before her
A wise and cunning woman, she brandished the charm and laughed
The charm burned like fire around my neck
The wax voodoo doll hissed and bubbled on the fire
The pin pushed into the doll and the man screamed
Time slowed and sorcery grew thick
The witches bid me join them under the moonless sky
The mystic circle throbbed with the sigils of power
The Black God's symbol burned into my brain
The sorceress finished her spell and faded from sight
With a wave of his wand, the wizard made the impossible real
Daggers raised, the warlocks gathered around the sacrificial altar
Where his staff pointed, death followed
Clad in the vestments of power, the sorcerer recited the litany of doom
The mask held a secret known only by those who dared wear it
The talisman protected her, keeping her safe from all harm
The wizard's amulet glowed with golden runes
The archmage grew impatient and his apprentice paid the price
The wizard's laboratory was rich with the smell of spice and corruption
The potion frothed and bubbled over the flame, daring me to drink it
I wanted nothing more than to be rid of the object, yet no matter what I did, it always returned
Though the jewels had long since been pried loose, strange symbols still danced across the cursed blade
It was said the book could summon the dead, and far worse spirits
The evil book was bound in human skin and inked in virgin's blood
The cursed book read like the vile ramblings of a madman