The Naming of Her

The night begins with darkest spell
She calls forth demons from deepest hell
She sends them out to do her will
They venture off into night’s chill

They set about in secret search
Upon the shadows they hunch, they lurch
But their mistress’s wish they do fulfill
And bring to her much treasured ills:

A pint of blood, a pound of flesh
A heart ripped from a tender chest;
Screams of innocents bottled tight
And eyes bereft of all their sight…

With incantation now complete
While black cat purrs at her feet
An evil bidding stirs her soul
Intent as dark and black as coal

She chants her words for all to hear
And one by one, they fall in fear
Her whispered words consume them all
She stands, she laughs, she lets them fall

With her curse her victims writhe
Her spell a scourge by which they’ll die
The night is pierced by screams and pleas
But their wretched souls are hers to seize

And with her bounty of skin and bone
With withered souls that moan and groan
She steals her way into the night
And cackles oft with all her might—

To her dark prince of down below
These bloody gifts she does bestow;
For evil’s trouble he grants a wish:
He calls her hag, trickster and

Witch.

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