Agony Bell

Tell me something, witch.
Why are you without a stitch
On your borrowed wedding day?
Why aren't you out making hay

For a braided broom to ride.
A cursed lover needs a bride.
Follow promise to an altar.
Why a witch would ever falter?

Deep inside the love she owns,
Dark and hollow, so alone.
No one she doesn't have to trick.
A silver pin will need to prick

And end this suffering she hath wrought,
To learn a lover can't be bought.
To love someone that loves you true.
To wear a ring as good as new.

Jess, my dear, your heart is cursed.
All for a man that you've immersed
Into your spell without consent,
But in the bargain, your soul was spent.

Now your nights in agony.
But in the day, your cares are free
To dance then growl at the moon
From month July to month of June.

There, there, my dear, there is a chance
Your cursed lover's learned romance.
He'll stab your heart so tenderly
As the only way to set you free.

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