Familiar Spirit
O, who hath bewitched thee,
was it that crafty creature with the charming voice?
She with the shapely body of a cobra,
and a hooded head
And a tongue that spits venomous words
that ought not be heard
She poisons the minds
of those so easily inclined
to follow shadows hidden from the sunshine
Darkness is her domain,
hearts tremble when ye speak her name
Her feared legend is renown
She talks to familiar spirits,
she communicates with the dead
Or so the fearful allege
Why hath ye let her entice ye,
why hath ye slept in her bed?
Know ye not:
That she is the daughter of the devil;
she forecast the future from palms read,
she summons up the spirits of the dead
Or so the fearful allege
O, who hath bewitched thee,
was it that sultry siren with the ever so charming voice?
She with the shapely body of a cobra,
and a hooded head
Medusa hair is the hood she wear
Dare to look her way, and receive a stony gaze
Her devilish practices make ye all afraid
She speaks with a forked tongue,
enchanting words of wanton desire
The foolish and simple ones know not
that they've entered the lair of a viper
O, why hath ye come to enquire of her?
Know ye not:
She talks to familiar spirits;
that she communes with the dead,
and can put an evil mark in your head
The first part, the fearful allege ...
the latter part is true, I'm afraid
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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