Curses and spells . . .

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I hear the voice . . . I hear the whisper . . .
Casting a spell . . . Casting a curse . . .

I hear it raising . . . I hear it growing . . .

I know that voice . . . I've heard those spells before . . .

There's nothing new in it . . . just a change of shades . . .

A black one with hairy wings . . .

And it flew right beside me . . .

As I started to run I was outdone by a wicked thought . . .

And I fell on my knees before I could figure the plot . . .

I heard the voice . . . I heard the whisper . . .

Casting a spell . . . Casting a curse . . .

I heard it raising . . . I heard it growing . . .

I grabbed one of its wings . . . and made it crumble with my swing . . .

Slaughtered wing got it’s face covered . . .

I closed in, saw its face

It looked just like me, same forehead but dragon eyes;

Pulled me in, whispered,

You killed you,

You killed me . . . .