The Witch’s Memory part fifty 

​There she was in the midst of the night so bleak

His heart sworn love, the beautiful Jaspeak 

Looking as radiant as a distant star

Not a single blemish, bruise or scar

She looked exactly as she did when she made her escape

Suddenly King Roland realized his true fate

He swore under his breath for being so blind

Now there was no way foe him to unwind

The fabric that was woven into the sky

All he could do was breakdown and cry

“Please” he groveled once more

“There is no need to settle this score

I cannot undo what was done

By this curse alone you have won

My people will perish wit no food in their gut

And no escape from this hellish rut

For what I did I apologize 

Please believe I speak no lies


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