"Cast a Spell"

Death within life is to cast a spell
caught in a trap searching for a rat
envious of a crow lying in the road,

searching the sky to see the witch
slaying me softly for a stew to brew
in my dreams falling dying asleep,

twisted on a dagger dripping blood
the demon lips dancing in delight
for a bite in the firelight frying me,

in a cauldron bubbling the stew
to see how wicked a witch can be
when spells are dizzy allusions,

lost and lonely in a nightmare
searching for a crow and a rat
to skin and stir into the stew.