Jennifer was a Wiccan
I was a believer in Christ
but somehow we
made our love work

we met in the middle
of a crossroad
of mutual respect
and love

until an evil warlock
used his dark arts
to steal Jennifer
away from me

and though I prayed
hundreds of prayers
petitioned scores
of saints

sought the powers of
white magic wiccans
exorcists and healers

I never got Jennifer back

Bob Boyd

Another fiction piece that started as a kernel of an idea and blossomed into a story with an unhappy ending, and the good guy left hanging unable to get his love back. It reminded me of cases where a nice girl leaves a good guy for a bad boy, sometimes with no end of suffering for her, and the nice guy vowing to treat women like shit instead of like the nice guy he is. And probably won’t be able to be an SOB to a woman ever.