Black agat cat koshei-deathless fire in a skull a conjuring crone grand mother of terrors nag draped in black the key hole to her door made of teeth black salt queen she rings theΒ Β alter bell her curse return to sender address known dancing alligator pendents worry dolls worried she dances on chicken legs
For many years now I watched her son "I have been trailing this old murderer, this cunning ancient seducer, this revolting old rake, deformed by old age yet disguising himself time and again as a youthful prince charming. This crafty hunter of the broken-hearted, this vampire wooer with a voice as bittersweet as that of a cello on a lonely night, a subtle, velvety charlatan, a master of stratagems, a magic piper who draws the desperate and lonely into the folds of his silken cloak. The ancient serial killer of disappointed souls."
This Poem is taken from the mythology of Baba Yaga....Slavic Witch and the writing of Amos Oz excerpted and put in poetic form from A Tale of Darkness