Sorceress

Her heart is cold, in love with danger.

She speaks to the dark, that wicked stranger.

Divine she is, call her name and watch her start.

The Rite ferments best in her loveless heart.

Sweet, then she’s nice, next bitter and calice.

Inside her intention, there’s only her malice.

She can walk with no body, and see with no sight.

She was born a witch, a sorceress of night.

She fades to black, with shadow, she plays.

She splits the sea by breath to say.

Her tears bring storms, her mirrors don’t lie.

And with only her will, she tears down the sky.

She’s a sorceress witch, the angel of blood.

Her magick is real, no doubting of such.

Grasp without touch, and creative her mind.

A creature like her is an impossible find.

Connect the dots, poked holes in skin.

She brings the pain with a doll and pin.

Splinter of life, take haste, take hold.

Quickens her breath and awakens her soul.

She can break bones with cats in cradles.

She causes destruction of none who are able.

She bathes in blood, how red the rover.

Betray her trust, and watch hell freeze over.

She’s in love with The Devil, Dark Lord of lies.

I cross my heart and hope to die.

Perfume of death, and lips of poison.

Her silence has killed, so she’s not too noisy.

You are in her web with a hungry spider.

Bite the apple that’s potioned in cider.

Bodies slumber in plastic, bound-in tighter.

Just let die the fight, long lived the fighter.

Sorceress takes a follicle to stir the scorn.

There’s flesh to bone and side to thorn.

Needle-knitted, woven light, she ripped apart with all her might.

Her chest is frozen with an open core, as her heart was broken once before.

She feels no pain, just blackened wrath.

A python’s venom is like her bath.

Her looks can kill, as crushing stones.

Now all that’s left is skin and bones, broken mirrors, and shards of glass.

She tip-toes through the bloody grass.

Wicked dark and bloody scary, repeat her name, she’s Bloody Mary.

Bloody prints and crocodile tears.

Watch come to life your deepest fears.

Bitter sweet but salty tongue, the Devil's favorite looks so young.

Her words can curse, emotions hex.

That sorceress of now is kin of next.

The Universe burns by all her rage.

Blood stamps her journal and fills the page.

Insidious and sinister will burn the sage.

She is an animal outside of her rusty cage.

So cheers her chalice, she drinks the blood.

She heals her scars with wetted mud.

Let fall the moon, give rise the sun, so mote it be! Her spell is done.

She ends a life by a gestured wrist.

She enchants aloud her every wish.

Her eyes go white, she speaks with a hiss.

She foresaw fate in blackness pitch.

Her medusa stare makes bodies freeze.

Without attention, somehow she still sees.

Lustful flame, its form returns, as she plays with the fire to soothe her burns.

She was filled with love, yet hid it well.

She’s young forever, no soul to sell.

No soul to feed, no soul to leave.

No soul to take, or give, or heave.

The blood she has gains her desires.

Sorceress legions, her Oz Empire.

Pay no attention behind the curtain.

She has no regard for life of persons.

She is of tin, with a heart of straw, and the courage of a lion, the bone to a saw.

Her heart is cold, and in love with danger, she speaks aloud her wicked manger.

Scream her name and watch her start.

Death comes easy for her loveless heart.