Hex

Nonsensical macabre in bosky forest,
Core hangs in murk, bleak and sorest.
Bestowed with hex upon their souls,
She cackles in crude, ‘pathetic fools!’.

Weary abode sunken in sod,
Broken vessels and savagery bod.
Under fractured boughs eerily fester,
Succumbed to dark tis sinister jester.

Shrieks of woe travel unheard,
Victims of necromancer absurd.
Befallen in melancholy they hang till death,
Robbed of their soul, robbed of their breath.