Cast the Spell
Magic.
Flying.
Spells.
The world that,
Is unknown to,
Others but is,
Real to the,
Young.
For all that world,
Can’t be touch.
Yet few have,
Dared.
Oh pity,
Them.
Turn them to,
Dust with a,
Flick of your,
Wrist.
Never be weak.
Transform them,
Into a toad,
Or a bug.
Squish.
Not a pitiful,
Person.
Use it for,
Good.
Live long and,
Be rich.
The unreal is there,
For a reason.
Use it.
Don’t be afraid.
Your not a,
Gutless witch.
That gift is,
For you to,
Use in anyway.
Don’t give me,
The weepiness,
Of a cock.
I know you,
Not.
Just flick your,
Wrist and make,
Your dream come,
Alive.
I know you better,
Then this.
Don’t live in,
Fear.
Be the fear and,
Be brave from,
It.
Saved the pity,
If that’s what,
You want.
Don’t fly away,
From what your,
Meant for.
I know you can,
Cast this spell.
Just try.
Like others before,
You.
