Oh, To Weave the Magic

My dream is to weave the magic that holds you, grips you tightly

Whether in joyful laughter, deep sadness or terrifying horror

Oh how I want my writing to plague you, both daily and nightly

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Even as just a hobby, the art of writing I do not take lightly

I live to ellicit laughter, tears and hushed screams of terror

My dream is to weave the magic that holds you, grips you tightly

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When waxing lyrically, whether blatantly or with careful subtlety

I relish the lip bites, hushed gasps and delicious fervour

Oh how I want my writing to plague you, both daily and nightly

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My dream is to weave the magic that holds you, grips you tightly

Wait...my dream is to take you on a journey with my clever words

To take you into a dream world or nightmarish land of my design

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Oh how I want my writing to plague you, both daily and nightly

Actually plague you, leave you wanting more or hating my worlds

My dream is to weave the magic that makes you want to crave

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Crave more, need more, no matter how distressing, how hellish

Even when I'm making you laugh, I want you to be in hysterics

My dream is to weave the magic that holds you, grips you tightly

Oh how I want my writing to plague you, both daily and nightly

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: In the newfangled tradition I find myself in of purging the WIP, this has been hanging around there since the Villanelle challenge. I hated Villanelles at first then loved them. This, I feel is relatable to many, the context of this poem. This doesn't strictly follow the Villanelle formatting, because, what the hell. I don't know whether you love or hate Villanelles. You can let me know in the comments section if you want. Anyway. I feel like I'm releasing a lot of B-sides lol.