Thirteen Poem

13 witches conjure.
13 curses cast.
13 brings misfortune,
with lies that did not last.
13 dinner guests arrive.
One is in excess.
30 pieces of silver are payment to this guest.
Or perhaps a sharpened arrow,
with mistletoe imbued,
will pay for this misfortune,
the tricksters bill that’s due.
The 13 witches cannot protect,
or break that numbers spell.
And those of us, invited guests,
do suffer at its tell.
The Prince of Liars and his dreadful sin,
your heart allowed to enter in.
No 13th gate.
No 13th floor.
No 13th number on any door.
They know that they will someday pay
for lies they left unspoken.
Yet so unsaid the truth will out,
and many hearts be broken.
So conjure sisters and make it right
as deception celebrates tonight.
Never at my hands will fall,
my choices made, my heart did call.
And when that 13th guest appeared,
I looked away, refused to hear.
When Karma comes to pay us all,
I will be the villain
for choices made to be a part
of the weakened and the willing.
As love is sacred, love is true,
as love was born twixt me and you.
And yet that bloodied dagger drips
like sweet words and kisses upon your lips.
Oh sisters save me from that fate,
of loss of love, that barred up gate!
The one that keeps me in my place
until my memory you erase.
That day will come and I will be
the one whose loss brings agony.
And as my heart to you belongs,
no spell can break that sirens song.
In 13 days and 13 moons
and 13 treasures crushed in ruins.
When that day comes, a 13th I’m certain,
hope will be lost in unbearable hurting.
Grace Mariner