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Cursed

Luscious vile a maiden bore,

A downright curse within the core.

Yet chance to change that stray the path

Love shall triumph that singe such wrath.

For that of dreams does not come true,

She knows the pain that must endure.

All that left remain from start,

Of a vile and twisted, wicked heart.

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The poem is not my own writing. I came by chance of it from reading one of the comments of this YouTube video titled “Cursed – 2D Animated Short”. I am not sure of the title of the poem but since it was on that video, I figured to just have that as the title.

The video was enjoyable. As I often do, I scroll down the comments section. That’s when I found this poem posted by username Cedric Scorch. Link below for the YouTube video.

https://youtu.be/ZMBnrFPwsAg

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“A Poison Tree” by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,–

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.