Skin and bone.
Wolf at the door.
It takes a bit o’ magic
To live three score years and more.
Ask me for a penny,
A ha’penny I have not.
The magic and the cursing,
Is the coin I’ve got.
If your God o’ Reason,
Fears I turn milk sour,
Then there’s power in my magic,
And magic is my power.
So let me die by brimstone,
Fire, stool or noose,
Without me bit o’ magic
Death would have had her course.
Skin and bone.
By Devil, tooth and claw.
It takes a bit o’ magic,
To live three score years and more.
SJL, 2018
Quirky Bird 