The Poison
 


Alas, alack! A black cat crossed my path!
What lies ahead, such evil omen shown?
Should I proceed, risking an awful wrath?
My friend replied with facts I should have known.

She chilled the superstitious nagging thought
which grasped my entrails in a gripping vice;
the evil in this world amounts to nought
and none can know what comes, at any price.

No black cat, horseshoe, charm or pinch of salt
has any hold on me, nor ever will.
I cannot entertain, must call a halt,
before they do their task, my heart to chill.

Thanks, God, that I am saved and may repent;
I almost drank the poison Satan sent!





By cherryk

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