Charmed, I'm sure...

The third prompt is to write a charm, which resembles something of a nursery rhyme, but isn't, if that makes sense. Now, I'm not too keen to write a charm, so I wrote a poem inspired by the characteristic of charm and its dangers instead. One could say that I used a little poetic license.

 

You can't fool me

 

You thought you could fool me

With your charm and your lies,

But the only one you fooled

Was yourself.

 

You thought you could blind me

To your inner contempt,

But the only one blinded

Was you.

 

You thought you could tempt me

With false friendship and smiles,

But the only one lonely

Was you.

 

For we all see through

Your plots and your schemes;

The only one we pity

Is you.

 

Andrea Vermaak