Anne Donnelly's Curse

She wore satin and lace As she ran through the town, Teasing all the young men In her sheer, white nightgown. She was often the flirt, But I knew all too well That young Anne Donnelly Had suffered from a spell. It was told long ago, A young witch, t’was her aunt, Was caught with a young man From the town of Capant. Now, Capant, in its day Was known as a strict town, But that young witch, her aunt, Had chosen to stay ‘round. She had cast her first spell On a man, so she thought But it backfired on her, So a lesson was taught. Now, she loved this young man And he did, in return Sharing two hearts as one As fire, their love shall burn. But the town had caught wind Of the young witch’s spell And though it didn’t work They condemned her to Hell. But, she had formed a spell All the children would know But again, it backfired Now young Anne suffers so. Her curse is now aware To the town folk and me. Her nightly dance, ritual Is what we all now see. When she sleeps in the night Her feet then hit the floor Whether she is dressed, or not She dances out her door.