Camelot's Corpse Poem by udoh etido

A mirror cursed;
a castle high and blunt;
I lay all day;
away from mortal face.

I weave all day;
the witch's curse holds sway;
All pictures backwards;
dont know my warlords.

A curse in a fierce night;
look afar and die;
My threads are desolate;
not enough to make a resonate.

Moon sees my hand;
how far a horse strides? ;
A witch's cauldron;
a drug of mere sodom.

A fair lady of the clan;
bats scream and dance;
Away from the feel of the earth;
away in a fierce cell.

A witch's desire;
look and die;
A cursed mirror;
crack in horror.

A reflection in the pool;
what misery and gloom;
A fair mortal of beauty;
the mirror does her duty.

Look not away;
give the witch much to say;
Look and die;
mirror with no eye.

Run into the woods;
the curse still holds sway.

Look away;
let the light shine;
A curse so strong;
prepared in a witch's cauldron.

Cracking of the mirror;
end this folklore.

Cracking of the mirror;
a death so horror.