Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Witch Glitch

Being a witch, I need to heed
The runs of luck, both good and bad.
I'd been having good luck indeed.
So not to make the powers mad,
I did look up the spell that would,
With a sword plunged into the ground,
Keep my run of luck running good.
So into the chant I did bound,
And gave the words such energy.
Witchcraftiness out of me poured.
When I finished my entreaty,
With my eyes shut, I plunged the sword.

Well, so much for that good luck spell.
I stabbed my foot. It hurts like hell.