One of the poems in the dark poetry collection, Wicked Webs. Available on Amazon!
The Painted Harpist
The Painted Harpist
K.N. Lee
The painted harpist
Plays a tune
One of magic
One of doom
Pick a color
Sniff the perfume
Choose a powerful
Potion
Or rune
I think it's time
To dive inside
The painted harpist's
Twisted mind
She sings a song
Of melancholy
Dooming
Any foe
Or folly
Creeping critters
Dance a jig
On her head
If she opens her black eyes
You
Are dead...
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