Scrying Bowl

 Eyeing deep down in my scrying bowl

I asked a question "Would it know"? Digging deeper into my thoughts Within the bowl an image it brought I stared inside with hesitant eyes I hoped it would not tell me lies The question on my mind this night Would my love ever leave my sight

I knew that his heart was hurt And did not deserve to be so cursed But the love he had for someone else Caused me to make a dark love spell At last a clear image appeared It was just as I had feared I could see the light around the rim As the Scrying Bowl began to dim I should have stopped but waited to see If the love he felt was just for me Mixing the potion in my haste I de-cantered the drink so as not to waste

I knew that his heart was hurt And did not deserve to be so cursed But the love he had for someone else Caused me to make a dark love spell

It kept really well until today

I poured it out to display Knocking it down the wishing well I ruined my dream and my spell

The scrying bowl Vision rapidly faded And now it seems my time was wasted Here's hoping he shows me one true love Or will I have to mix potions in My Jug

Maybe I should stand aside

And even be my own true guide

Try winning now a new lovers heart

while wishing him well while were apart.

I felt really well until today

I poured my heart out to display

I ruined the Magic of my spell

Knocking it down the wishing well.