My Story
I snapped my fingers and in a flash
my witch’s gown changed to human attire
as dark as ash.
A plain black t-shirt,
covered by a plain black jacket,
with a short black skirt.
It was another dull day
in the boring human world.
With two specific rules I had to obey.
The obvious rule, number one:
My identity could not be found.
It would be a complication to have that undone.
And the unthinkable rule, number two:
I could never fall in love.
But why would I love those humans? Would you?
And so it begun,
The story of my life.
I wish I could have saved myself,
from that miserably ending strife.
