..
Oh, we’ve got spells.
Woo him.
Thrill him.
Kill him.
Spill
him to the moon, she’ll hold
him fast. Bubble-bubbled,
toiled and troubled
here in all this midnight
mass.
You only need bring
a broken kite string,
your sharpest longing,
crimson rage. A page of
poems. A leg of poison
frog. A pinch
of fog.
..
twiglet #113.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
Oh, I like that spell. A page of poems, eh? I’m off to a good start, then.
Spellbinding! 😀
Clever, De!
I esp. like that second verse.
I really like this piece. Such clever writing.
A delicious write De, I love a page of poems in the mix 🙂💖
Excellent! I love the way you tied it up.