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Poetry: Witches

by Max Grim

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.







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