Monday, 12 May 2008
It wasn't HER birthday at all, but with his weak young mind he couldn't stop her just wishing his wish.
She had done this before and would do it again.
Oh how she wished, that taker of wishes.
Leaving child after child, sitting wishless.
Her uppance would eventually come.
In true form, too, from a fitting place.
One of her wishes would backfire. Of course it would.
There's no escaping from the hell of your own making.
scrawled by boxof on Monday, May 12, 2008