On Curses

Though words however ill may be,
it is the thought, t'would spawn the words
'a pox on thee'
in that, more damage done than eye can see
t'is the Beast Within would rub it�s hands
and belly laugh in glee.

Whatever cutting edge upon the thought be ground
to sharpen it and hone, and cast the blade around
carelessly wielded, or worn
and used unshielded,
can turn again and wielder wound
as double edge'd thing's are prone.

Harm none, Do what ye Will

Darkfire
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