Cyndi’s Riddles and Rhymes VI
Curse
I curse this place and all who enter here.
Within these walls of dishonor and fear
Will be a haven of distrust and lies
Breeding hate and anger and despise.
Never again will trust break through.
Never again will the truth ring true.
Hone will be lost in this tomb of gloom.
All attempts at ruling here will end in doom.
In this place of darkness, shadows will reign,
Echoing their unavenged screams of pain.
An abyss of horror all things good will shun
Until the wrongs have been righted, and justice is done.
Your weapon is useless when the shadows are near,
The metal, the wood, all parts quake in fear.
Your control is lost, it suddenly goes wild
Whenever brought near a Sluagh chyld.
Glorious rain falling down
Puddling at your feet all around town
Sing and dance and jump in the mud
With new found luck, you won’t be a dud.
Once isn’t enough
Twice won’t do
Third times a charm
It’ll be lucky for you.