Wiccan Queen

Wiccan Queen



Beneath soot filled skies and pallid moon,
the crumbling roofs and smoking stacks,
a gray world lies in darkened ruin
like a city asleep in shades of black.

A lone figure moves in shadows deep
like a starving rat bolting from its lair,
scurrying among the fallen rubble
with waxen skin and raven hair.

Fevered lightning cracks the sky
briefly lighting the inklike pitch,
unmasking the potent intruder there,
thus revealing the wiccan bitch.

Behold the shimmering silver skull
dancing upon black-leathered breast;
while a chain of yellowed-dragon’s teeth
lay across her jet-black crest.

With blackened lips and skin so white,
she lifts her head to scream,
as the bones of all the dead bow low
to Gothic Princess--Wiccan Queen.

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