The Jesus Cross

Come here death 
Bring thy spell from 
The witches' curse 
Place it in this potion
To drink a night's grave

I wander through and by 
The graves 
Dead bodies beckon 
Stones upon graves 
Letters upon souls 

Deep I walk 
Down the stairs 
Into the cauldron of death 
Taps on shoulders 
Fears upon time 

There it is, in the dark
Amidst the hungry spiders 
In cobwebs caught 
By the tarantulas 
A body in web 

And so it is 
Arms stretched across 
Pulled outwards in opposite direction, held  by fragility 
Of the Jesus cross