• The Spell


    I see see a boy

    small and cold

    lokking around

    for something lost


    I see hin cry

    tears streak down

    I long to go to him

    to comfort, to sothe

    his ache and pain


    But i cannot move

    I am stuck in place

    Like a statue

    Soild, unmoving

    Untill my spell is lifted


    But i don't know when

    my spell will be lifted

    But i hope it will happen soon


    The day my spell is lifted

    is the day I am free

    to comfrot and sothe

    and not just watch