"The Loss of Magic" by Kortnee Bryant

The Loss of Magic

I sing a song of jealousy that makes the blood run cold.

I sing a song of hate that is centuries old.

The gods are petty and full of greed and punish when they can

And the god of magic worst of all punishes the race of man

How does a good god reward for hate

And punish one for the sins of another

Such a shrew should be punished too

For sending her man to another

I sing a song of danger for all who worship one.

I sing a song anger for a love that has long gone

For all who love a goddess, magic never works

Because the goddess of magic has a heart that hurts

How does a good god reward for hate

And punish one for the sins of another

Such a shrew should be punished too

For sending her man to another

I sing a song of jealousy and a song of anger too

I sing the song of hate of one woman by a shrew

I sing a song of love of a woman for a man

I sing a song of pain with consequences without end

How does a good god reward for hate

And punish one for the sins of another

Such a shrew should be punished too

For sending her man to another

Nightingale