The Witch’s Curse

The Witch’s Curse

An evil witch with a crooked smile,

Spoke a spell that echoed a mile.

No broom, no wand, just words of art,

And now I beat within his heart.

I thrum and drum with every breath,

Bound to him in life and death.

A silent pulse he’ll never see,

Yet every step, he carries me.

He doesn’t know the curse I keep,

Wide awake when he’s asleep.

A stolen soul, a hidden spark,

A shadow beating in the dark.

I feel his joy, I feel his pain,

His every loss, his every gain.

A captive in this crimson cage,

A witness to his love and rage.

Oh, to be free, to find release,

To have my own heart’s gentle peace.

But here I dwell, a fate unplanned,

A prisoner in this haunted land.

So if you hear a whisper low,

A murmur where the heartbeats flow,

Remember me, the silent guest,

The witch’s curse, the heart’s unrest.

He is her son I hurt him so

He cast the curse, he doesn’t know

I can’t not tell for I am just a beat

So now bound in his heart beat for eternity