The Potion of Truth
I had a lover that I fancied for years, But one day he left me in a puddle tears. Another woman had come between us, And he was planning to leave, thus I came up with a plan to cause him misery, With my acquainted skills of witchery. A little voodoo doll, Would make his skin crawl, With the tingle of bugs, which he truly hated. And a curse to leave him always humiliated After a late night of romance. I whispered a spell, to make us cross paths by chance. A concoction of poison sat bubbling in my pocket, I slipped it in his drink, now making it toxic. I watched in the shadowed corner, And t o his new lover’s horror, He coils and slithers, And begins to wither Into the snake that had made our love disappear.