Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Not Chosen

The young witch is feeling so sad.

She was not picked to be the bride.

Such great expectations she'd had.

Disappointment she could not hide.

Now not being the chosen one,

Her coven she'd been expelled from.

Unforgivable she had done,

And no longer would be welcome.

Feeling consequences most dire,

Her life force is leaving for sure.

Lost is all that she did desire.

So why had Satan not picked her?

Tears from the young witch's eyes flood.

From broken heart she's crying blood.