Aster - Spells

ASTER

CHAPTER 5

SPELLS

The beast was there
On her silken chair
Just done with a grasshopper bake.
She looked at old Harry,
"And what of the fairy?
This had better be good for your sake."

"What kind of plan
Has that worthless band
Come up with to do me in?
Or perhaps they're content
To pay for the rent
With friends and neighbors and kin."

"There's no plan Rouge-Po
That's concerning you.
At least, they don't have one yet.
They're meeting tonight
Where they'll get things right
So you see, there's no reason to fret."

"No reason to fret!
How dumb can you get?
You suggest that I should just sit?
Let them plan my demise?
Is this why I have spies?
A plan of my own, they will get."

"Why hurry, Rouge dear?
We have no fear.
Fairies can't do any harm.
There's no reason to rush.
We could mash them to mush.
They can't even fight worth a darn."

"Did I hear a we?
It sounded to me
Like you planned to participate.
That would be an error
And a size of a terror
That even I could not calculate."

"I'll go to this party
And confront Miss Smarty.
I'll catch her off guard you see.
Then with no plan
This fairy will stand
No chance, I think you'll agree.”

"My magic, though great,
Might not seal her fate.
I feel she's protected from spells.
With magic poison and force
She'll be done in due course
And gone as my magic book tells."

"Why, with my great size,
and myriad of eyes,
And poisonous fangs of death,
I'll do in that fairy
And all who would tarry
With me, shall draw their last breath,"

SPELLS

Rouge Noir
(Melody: Phantom of the Opera)

        1   Oh spells that dwell, my dear,
                 In cockle shells
                 With spirits of the night
                 In pure delight

        2    Bring leaves from haunted trees,
                 And cricket knees.
                 Blow winds/of frost for those dear few and                  all
                 That may be lost.

        3    I'll stir my boiling batch
                 With spells that match
                 And words of evil fiends
                 And turnip greens.

          4     Some crawly things that sing
                 In darkest night.
                 My evil touch is Double Dutch and my
                 One true delight.

         5.     That sweet fairy dear,
                 She need not fear
                 The pain of agony
                 From spells of fear.

        6.      The spells that dwell in shells
                 Come now to me
                 And help me be a dreadful, dreadful, hairy,
                 Sorry disaster.

(Repeat 3 and 6)

         7.      Do do do do - do do
                 Do do do do
                 Ah-------------------------ah.
                 Ah-------------------------ah,

(Fade out)

And while Rouge Noir
Stirred and poured
Her brew of poison spells
The snake looked on
With smiles long gone
And twitching from the smells.

The fire beneath her boiling pot
Revealed upon this very spot
A truly evil soul of one
Whose heart’s in sport and even fun.

Not just to eat
With cricket feet
But injure, twist and maim.
For those in fear
When Rouge is near
Will feed her boiling flame.

As she stirred her stew,
The snake withdrew
And slowly stole away
With true regret
That he'd ever met
Or chose the spider's way.

~ Robert E Browne ~

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