Home > Creative Writing > Poetry
Created on: November 08, 2009
Born to the hag, a bitch's daughter.
Fatherless, he was led to the slaughter.
Black arts taught when she was very young.
Promises to Satan always sung.
Potions and powders, a conjuring master.
Calling forth demons, recipe for disaster.
Lusting for more power, she sold her soul.
Where her heart was, a great black hole.
Tainted beauty, eternal youth.
Her true self, beyond uncouth.
Twisting fate, spell after spell.
Upon her approach, darkness fell.
Greed mixes with power, impure combination.
Wanting more, craving to temptation.
Impatient and frustrated, the devil wants his due.
Ignoring his command, she is powerful too.
Satan laughed at the foolishness of she.
She was blinded by power and couldn't see.
Spells cast to bind and hold.
No effect on him, his mood cold.
Demons appear to drag her to Hades.
Eternal damnation, her memory fades.
Learn more about this author, Max Grim.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
Poetry: Witches
by James Coplin
Hear the dogs howl at their chains. I've heard them howl like that before - as unseen things scratched at locked doors
Deep inside the forest,
where all is lush and green.
Live three sister witches,
Very few have ever seen.
They dwell inside
by Rena Kay
To be again
As I lumber through the darkened forest,
The winds howl, warning of the tempest.
The animals are silent, no
by Psychosis
Coven of witches, black magic abroad.
Conjuring demons, simmering vats.
Unsuspecting townsfolk asleep in bed.
Sacrificing
Kayla Rew was a witchy girl.
She had an itchy twitchy little nose.
She could cast spells.
Changing cats into bats,
That
View All Articles on: Poetry: Witches