THE MAGIC BOOK

The Magic Book

In twilight's hush, where shadows play,

A tome of darkness holds its sway,

Bound in black, with symbols grim,

The magic book, a forbidden whim.

Its pages turn, with eerie sighs,

Revealing secrets, ancient and wise,

Forbidden knowledge, penned in blood,

A gateway to the underworld's flood.

As I read on, with mesmerized eyes,

The words ignite, a burning surprise,

The room grows dark, the air grows cold,

The magic book, a tale to be told.

In its depths, I find a dreadful spell,

A curse that binds, a soul to sell,

The magic book, a haunted guide,

Leads me down, to the other side.

With every word, a piece of me dies,

As darkness spreads, and terror rise,

The book's dark magic holds me tight,

A prisoner of its endless night.

Shadows writhe, like living things,

As incantations echo, hellish rings,

The book's power coursing through my veins,

A poisonous elixir, driving me insane.

I try to flee, but cannot escape,

The magic book's grasp, its deadly ache,

For in its heart, a terrible truth lies,

That once you read, you can never deny.

Now I'm forever changed, lost, and cold,

A pawn of darkness, forever sold,

The magic book, a curse, a test,

A doorway to the underworld's unrest.

©® Coker Favour A.