Read Poem: To Heal My Woes by Newton Ranaweera

Kuveni, never did I want to claim

You’re a witch who trapped me in your trance;

You know I was a captive in our game,

A vicious, ruthless political dance.

I only did enact their plot to seize

Your throne and spread a tale not true at all,

A witch you were whose decease did please

Islanders lived with hopes to see your fall.

You were their queen, a beacon in their life,

The guiding star; that was the truth, dark truth;

When you fell prey to my love to be my wife,

They lost their hope; we staged our plot so smooth.

But love my love I know is true and pure;

My hope is that for sure my woes to cure.

Copyright © August 5, 2018, Newton Ranaweera

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