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 to his new lover’s horror,

He coils and slithers,

And begins to wither

Into the snake that had made our love disappear.