The Serpent Witch
In a black bog by spruce roots
She stood covered in tar and soot
A poisonous sow, an unrelenting nightmare
The most beatiful shadow from the depths of the earth
The snakes strike and the snakes grip
Slithering from her head
Like a crown of horns, like spider's legs
Like the night arisen from the depths of the earth she screamed
She etched my flesh, she drank my blood
A searing blade in the heart's flesh
I was sacrificed to her, this one
Poisonous worm that kills all
A sudden betrayal brought me down
I fell gnarled and lifeless
Everything dead except a small spark
In the soul where the ancient spirit planted life
My blood flowed into the bogs
it turned blacker than black