Thus, I thought a tale would end,
The book, or life, I can't portend.
Post-curse, I'm worse for wear, my friend.
Now words alone don’t serve to mend.
I turned a page into the book,
and as before, my hands, they shook;
The leaves were blank! Was I mistook?
No words were writ, the pages, bare.
No words to read, no lines to share.
No words to see, then one appeared!
A balked belief, before my eyes
That ghost-writ word was leading lines!
and so I read, still scanning script
'scarce skipping stanzas, none I missed.
I turned more pages, teeth a’grit...
Falt’ring, failing to feel my fits;
I couldn’t stop; cease reading it
Alas, time passed, still keeping speed
words filled white pages, enrapt I read
How does this work? What’s this all mean?
Why was the cursive cursing me?
On pages’ end, the words did seem
a lifetime writ, for all to read
Right from the start, text taunted me
divined a doom, a destiny
Its pox perceived, print paper flat.
I begged the book to take it back
"Who’s words were those? Who’s fate is that?
Who’s life and death, in white and black?"
Delving deeper desperately
For I felt future had past, you see
Living my life so longingly
Fed follied fate, unfortunately.
As I read the book, I took
My final form, ‘spite balance shook.
I lived a lie; won’t die a crook.
I blinked, I linked to stronger chain
still shrink, to think of lesser gains
Hoodwinked, on brinks, as if insane
So now, my friend, I’ll pen some prose
Dream up new lines; make up new words
I thought that what, on pages, writ’
The rise and fall, all of it
Could not be altered, not one bit.
As if in stone, the letters sit;
Lines laying law, commanding it
Now that I face what fate comes forth
My letters will form words with worth
These written rhymes give gallant girth:
They sing a ballad; just say one verse.
To put down past, you face it first;
by breaking down, you find what works
I fixed my fate, and shed the curse,
Better for me but, for you, much worse.
Both book and poem, they share a name.
Seems fact alone won't make it clear
that words within had hid a hex
now you can’t flee, for friend...