Tammy Darby


Shadows and Fire

Whisper softly my heart’s desire
To a cold dead moon
As the old demon’s howl
The ground in terror will tremble and shake

A bloodless murderer’s hand
Into my steaming cauldron is thrown
Long toothed Blue bats wing from northern caves
Mixed with enchanted grave dust stolen from fairy land

Out of my blue colored feather covered bag
A tiny sticky yellow red eyed frog
One shiny two horned pinching beetle
That will bite no more
Into the pot
Three long gray hairs from a rabid dog

I sing the song humans fear
The notes fall upon frightened ears
My words travel deadly and silently
A venomous arrow into the night
Laying upon my victim
A fine coverlet of blindness
By spell removing their sight

Loves shadows and hates fire
Whisper softly my heart’s desire
To a cold black dead moon
As the old demon’s howl
The ground in terror will tremble and shake

@ Copyright Tammy M. Darby Sept. 9, 2015.
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