Do not speak, young wench, of magic
The cost may be sorely tragic
Your life, my own, our liberty
Forbidden lore by Church decree
Come away child, from dusty books
From familiars, runes and rooks
Turn away now, my chickadee
Forbidden lore by Church decree
Turn to God, o beautiful child
Avoid these things, that have beguiled
Stop now with magic, hear my plea
Forbidden lore by Church decree
(Kyrielle poem)
Scribbles from me to you 
May 4, 2018 at 4:23 pm
This is so good, I just got chills! In fact, I just uploaded a ‘Kyrielle’ of my own onto my blog. I’ve linked it below. I’d really love it if you would read it and give me some tips, because your writing style is exceptional. Hope you like it!
https://poeticaparadisum.wordpress.com/2018/05/04/kismet-kyrielle/
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May 4, 2018 at 10:42 pm
Many thanks for your lovely comment. I’m really glad you liked my poem ☺
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May 5, 2018 at 5:23 am
You’re welcome!
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