A Rule of Thumb Rhyme – The Girl and the Hexed Man
A Rule of Thumb Rhyme – The Girl and the Hexed Man
by Hannah Janicke
There once was a man who’d woven a curse,
Dark thoughts in his mind made everything worse.
He met a girl with a radiant grace—
A blessing lived softly upon her face.
Where he held shadows, she carried light.
He moved in drear; she burned so bright.
Not to save him—but to show,
That what we plant is what will grow.
The girl who was blessed was battered and torn,
From love that was cruel and a bloodline forlorn.
He saw her as broken, a soul to redeem,
But saving her fed his own selfish dream.
The hexed man noticed her spirit was sore,
He swooped in as savior—but opened a door.
He stayed in her bed, and she kept him fed,
Unaware she was housing a spirit half-dead.
As her soul began stirring, her body fell weak,
She couldn’t find peace, she couldn’t find sleep.
Her habits grew dark, her glow slipped away,
For the price of his presence, she started to pay.
She cried out to God to send her a sign,
That night she dreamt of her own flatline.
The man in her bed was the one who had done it—
With poison and silence, not love or a sonnet.
She woke up shaking, she’d seen herself dead
And vowed to stop doubting the voice in her head.
So she ended it there—she didn’t wait one more minute.
Her soul had a limit, and she’d finally hit it.
From that final goodbye, a deep truth unfurled:
She came to this earth to awaken the world.
The moment she spoke what her intuition had guessed,
She healed not just herself, but the man who was hexed.