Kate Silveness Gallwey
A rhyme of words for you in a row
An idea crafted when fully in the know
A slap and a hit of raw brutal truth
A rhyme of a spell to lift off the roof
Rusty am I of this rhyming verse
Aimed to show that words can be a curse
To Weave Words in jest, wrath and play
Planting seeds of new thought in their way
A web spun fine across the troll
Hugging them close as you eat their soul
Sinking in fangs deep and true
Taking their essence as part of you
You know I am feeding as you are reading this
Yet that is not the point of taking the piss
Words are a power several layers deep
Magic is learnt and intention the leap
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