THE BELDAME

Her clandestine appearance
Bewitches vivacious souls
They succumb with ease
As she instills her disease
Spawning lifeless dolls

Her serpent like fingers waver amongst the asinine fools
as she casts shadowy portraits depicting their fates.

Bestowing thine bane....
Evermore to remain
A curse to design the insane
Naught possibility to wane

Her grasp unfaltering
Scattered minds clutching
To the edge of the brink
Relinquished....they sink

Those vacuous faces fill her vault
At thy own fault
To return nevermore
Overseen prey of the beldame's shore