Got no rhyme today
No verse at all
But look forward to the 19th
The number of my own day
It is a sign
A signal I should stay
What a mess its’ true
But your’ve got it
Just the way you like
The 19th just two days away
Sunday Scribblings prompt captive
You have cast your glamour
Over me
Thrown the sparkling net
Each time you smile at me
You captivate me
Under your breath
You murmur your magic chant
Play your song
I slither to you
You use your special charm
To enchant
Is it magic black as night
Or magic pure and white
Unexpected beauty in destruction.
annellannell 