"sorceresses" poems
Dancing.
Dancing among witches.
Among fire and ashes.
Between demons who may have ravished souls.
****** the life out of thyself and made you mad.
Necromancy,is singing to ****** moons.
Old scripts still hidden under filthy cabinets.
The corpses are moving in perfect sync.
The cinematic atmosphere of the medieval times makes our stomachs turn black and sore.
You may be dancing among witches and warlocks and sorceresses but thou shall not forget how pure their souls are.
Energy!
Shooting stars,blooded eyes and sharp tongues are the gifts of tonight.
Enjoy this blowout before they eat you alive.
Before you become one of the dark ones.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
Next week will be All Witches' Week,
Sorceresses gather to seek,
The latest various magic spells,
amulets, charms and wishing wells,
Beyond the bewitched dark domain,
And seven days they will remain.
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 2:31 PM UTC
three sister sorceresses
in the halo of a crescent Moon
a thin slice of circular light
highlighting three lithe figures
all dressed in long lavender gowns
three hands extended together
as a ball of flames grows
and magic incantations are uttered
O' Moon of strong wiles
send us three muscular men
so we can beguile them
with our dark voodoo bewitching
hypnotize them with ravishing hexes
beware you men of youth
for these three sisters will steal
your breath away from you
then toss away your lifeless bodies
sisters three with viper charms
are serpents who love soft flesh
have no qualms about using
your life forces to restore
their own youth and pulchritude
sometimes raving beauties hide
the evil witches that live deep inside
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 1:58 AM UTC