The Cost ...

He had been sued by the belle,
Whose dreams now lay in bits;
She had only wanted to be swell,
And had found her face covered in zits.

The defendant was the local wizard;
An entire hamlet had come to court.
He'd not been known to harm or hazard,
But would he be able to hold fort?

He had the jury's leave, and began to speak
Of the lass' long longing list;
He'd warned her of the untested tweak,
But she'd refused to heed and desist.

He'd then drawn out an apt hex,
Prolix enough to purvey to her desire;
The vellum, though, creased by a flex,
Had caused him to incant the wrong choir.

He averred that he could restore her,
And pleaded that she pay him her debt;
The jury, then, began to wonder,
Was there an issue? Should they've met?

The girl decided to intervene,
And she wasn't averse to spending her penny;
She didn't want to go back to how she'd been,
For she couldn't surrender to her destiny.

Her endeavor had come to naught,
But her desire lingered to ring an alarm.
The wizard winced at the thought;
He couldn't risk his mojo on the charm.

The jury, among themselves, did confer,
And ordered the wizard to invoke remedy;
A monetary loss, he was asked to suffer,
Whilst being absolved of perfidy.

The gal was told she could only buy,
What the wizard was willing to sell;
His words were to be kept from going awry,
If he was to ever cast another spell.

His face was to switch from pale to hale,
Yet the wizard did heave a sigh.
He was happy not to have spun a tale;
To him, a lie cost more than the cost did lie.