Black Magic Woman

Madame Mistress, ebonies princess, Southern comforts golden jewel, A golden beauty down south does dwell. She hides many secrets beneath her, Glittering mask of mystery's mystic spells. A dark priestess is this Cajun queen, Black widows magic women, Known as Ms. New Orleans. In her crimson gown, trimmed by Velvet's purple hues, she smiles Behind her white lace fan. A beguiling angel is she the devils Own kindred. The voodoo queen of the swampy delta, Ruling over the shadow demons, Whom guard the everglades. Underneath fancy face and social grace, Lies the misbegotten heart of a Witches soul. Here the trumpets sound at, La Carnival as minstrels stroll, Down Bourbon Street with rhythmic, Precision's precise step. Come join in celebrations grand parade, The Maude Gra. Where anything goes, Here things are forgotten as the sun rises, This grand lady of beauty's legacy's charm. Presses one finger to her redden lips, Speaking not more than a hushed whispers Sigh carried across bayou. Thus does the Spanish moss weep, for Those lost souls swallowed whole, Beneath nights dark covenant of death. Ghostly images walk the muddy side shores, Phantom spectators existing as prisoners, Trapped in limbos web, a thin fine line Between the living and the dead. Beware lone travelers, those for whom, Seek mysteries glamor and mystic, Of the southern by ways. All are welcome to taste our spicy Hospitality. Yet beware pay homages respect, To Mz. New Orleans, she after all takes Great care of her own. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN