hand of scorn and hand of fright
sprout the witch from fertile night
to test the light of man
let his lust have half a chance
cruelty will force the dance
and he will become one with the night
what would you tell to your dark half
what would you think and never say aloud
she is of straw, a mere plaything
broken dolls are best cast aside
pity you my little blue bird
clip her wings, she tries to crawl away
weep and bleed, down the mountainside
mercy is fire, and death my name
pity you, oh queen of hell
played your part and played it well
now reap your reward
cloak of cries and raven wings
she stands a feral thing
misery, you ease back into the light
she is the stag who burns black
whose trees are like teeth, a tightening trap
slowly persists this giant
the shadow that burns away the daylight
hang the heel upon her headpiece
a twisted rack of charred bone
cauterize and re-open
greetings from hell, your new home
carry the wretch before the damned
paraded and mocked along the low road
let it be said to all the takers
revenge is a bitch
and proudly so
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