Consequences For Looking Poem by Magod Scroef

In a magical forest, so mystical and grand,
There lived a curious creature, so small yet so bland.
With eyes wide open, it would venture and roam,
But little did it know, of the consequences to come.

For in this forest, a rule was unbending,
To look upon magic, would lead to a tragic ending.
A warning written in nature, carved within tree bark,
Whispered by wise owls, sang by meadows so dark.

But the curious creature, with its innocent gaze,
Would press on, ignore the caution, it would boldly appraise.
Each rustle in the leaves, each shimmer in the air,
It followed with fervor, unaware of the snare.

One day while exploring, deep in the forest terrain,
It stumbled upon a clearing, amidst shadows of pain.
There stood a river, shimmering with mystical light,
Calling out with temptation, a breathtaking sight.

Unable to resist, the creature approached with delight,
And gazed into the depths, in awe of the magical site.
But as its eyes met the water, a transformation began,
Its reflection turned monstrous, mirroring forbidden plans.

It grew larger and larger, with each passing glance,
Its innocence shattered, bound by the forbidden dance.
The forest trembled fearfully, as its power grew strong,
Birds ceased their singing, as darkness swallowed their song.

Now a creature cursed, once small and so mild,
Its curious nature condemned it to be wild.
With each step it took, destruction now followed,
Leaving behind chaos, in the forest, so hollowed.

And so the moral of this tale, dear friends,
Is to heed the warnings, wherever it sends.
For consequences await those who dare to explore,
Without caution, without hesitance, forevermore.