The Witch

Slivers of  moon dot her eyes,

Laying in her wake, screams and cries,

Tangled dark hair, gushing in the breeze,

A cunning girl, taking careful heed,

Her lips drip with terrible stories,

Her thoughts captivated by bloody glory, 

She slinks deep from the nights heart, 

War and turmoil she does start, 

A hooded head she carries high, 

Her past, present and future, all a lie, 

Betraying trust, murdering love, 

All of which she is proud of, 

Cheating death, and killing kindness,

A heartless creature, shrouded in blindness,

One day east, one day west, 

Here one day, and gone the next,

Spreading hatred, a viral disease, 

Brainwashing others with extreme ease, 

Desiring only what she doesn't hold,

Her heart, an incurable, empty cold,

Sweeping the lands, a cloak of darkness,

An unhelpable maiden of heartless, 

A life spent with bitterness, and un-trust,

A human, a girl, a person of pure disgust