A poem by Lisa Collicutt
Shadowed realms are where I dwell,
deep in the dark abyss.
Loathsome creatures are abound,
hear them scream and hiss.
Darkness follows where I go,
the dark moon guides my flight.
My search for prey it never ends,
embraced by cold dark night.
Heed the warnings, turn around,
No wait, on second thought,
I stretch a boney finger out,
it catches on your soul.
Innocence embraced by darkness,
feel it take its toll.
Once you're caught up in my grasp,
a spell will drain your will.
Another soul drawn internal,
until I've had my fill.
Evil sizzles in my veins,
my soul is dark as pitch.
Inside my heart, you'll find no warmth,
some call me a witch.