Voodoo's Blight

Voodoo's Blight

Cadaverous rotting flesh,

Fingers intertwined upon my neck.

Blackness is upon my eyes

From this horrible screaming wretch.

 

This my simple magic bears:

The rotting stench of deathly pain.

Voodoo; black magic in my soul

That courses through my veins.

 

Tearing from me fleshly tributes

That may prolong a hellish existence.

Flashing fire in cold black eyes.

Fear instilled into me in an instant.

 

Knife, thus I bear,

I beseech thee, take away

The soul of the wretch my magic bears.

I pray you shall not stray.

 

©T.A.Rogers

  20041119

 

Author's Note

Unbiased truth.

Reviews

[lori c]

because of its darkness and subject matter, this was a bit difficult to relate to. though the construction and writing of it seems to work on some level.