VENDETTA

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I pick up a glass toad with one bleeding eye
and smash it against a wall of gray sky
A starburst erupts into nova-like flame
A crystal shard starts my sorceress’ game.

A sprinkle of spices from pouch ever-full
Incoherent mumbles are voiced low and dull
A circle of finger and twitch of the cheek
Produces a blizzard that lasts till next week.

My night isn’t over, the batwing’s still damp,
And struggling to free itself, pinched by a clamp
is a freshly caught sparrow, perspiring in fright -
I’ll need it to get this death-spell just right.

I sing out to Darkness, my patron, my slave
And silence engulfs me like a tidal wave
My spellbook is open to death-welcome words
I read through it madly, like miser to hoard.

I pick up a doll with her lock of hair
then jab with a sharp pin the doll’s face so fair!
I prick once again, then I stab it once more!
And I hear from afar a scream shot with gore.

I lay the poor thing over black candle’s fire
Till it's ashen and blackened & I’ve sated my ire.
Now dirges are taken up all over town
My task is over, it’s time I go down.

I clear up the stage, the tome I then hide;
The ashes are swept;
I’m quite satisfied.
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