The Poet's Curse

  There was magic in the poet's quillFor whatever he wrote came trueA man who could write the futureAnd change the past if he wanted to He always wrote of happy endingsUntil one day he wrote of a curseThe world grew dark and barrenAs he scribbled his enchanted verse Like an evil wizard he cast his spellUsing only his words as magicFeverishly, he wrote a world of gloomAnd the result was truly tragic He wrote of sorrow and broken thingsThe world was filled with tearsAnd all the good he'd ever writtenJust suddenly disappears He wrote the sun would shine no moreAnd the moon was a thing of the pastThe people on earth were crying for mercyHow much longer could this last? No one knew why the poet had changedAnd why his writings became so darkThey knew not what tomorrow would holdOn this journey they were forced to embark For the poet had suffered a broken heartAnd his sadness betrayed his wordsHe no longer wrote of the beautiful flowersOr the love songs sung by the birds This curse would last for twenty yearsUntil the poet's heart was mendedFor when he found his one true loveHis curse had finally ended