She practiced her deeds in a ramshackled house
Overgrown with weeds, sage gardens and sprouts
In the fire whispered rose lips of eloquence
Potions frothed away in heated effervescence
She whispered words of ancient phrases
Answered echoes of the merciless ages
She was the served the midnight hour
This ceremony was her source of power
She weaved dreamcatchers that dangled above her bed
That prevented all dangers, but not the night's bloodshed
When I woke with petals sticking out my neck
Candles and blood decorated this wreck
Primal terror begun to fill my veins
I loosened the knot which tied my reins
She approached, but the years had taken her breath
She fell as I pushed a stake into her chest