Cursed Poem by Amera Andersen

Hearken my love and heed this letter well
For as you do the charm will surly last
Pow’rs that be have blessed my unholy spell
Unbreakable charm of magic I have cast

Devour each word and know that as you read
Thou shan’t forget the pow’r of written verse
Eternal soul and that which you must heed
I tell you this so you may know the curse

You drank the poison, it is now too late
For by reading these words, the cursed is you
Damned you are so relish your new born fate
Bask in eternal torment you ensue

For all who crossed me in this mortal life
Shall be afflicted with eternal strife


Author notes

English Sonnet

The volta changes at L9 where it is then too late for the reader. (unless you're my friend; hehe)

Sonnets are formal poems and consist of 14 lines (3 quatrains and a couplet) , traditionally written in iambic pentameter - that is, in lines ten syllables long, with accents falling on every second syllable.
source: shadowpoetry.com