Troubled souls

For the moment
Between Greta and me
There is a truce
I went and got a voodoo doll
Used a few pins
Followed the rites
And now she complains
Of headaches and shoulder pains.
But this won't last for long
Her great-grandmother's name
Was Lilith of develish fame.
Greta has a chip on her shoulders
Blames her for her barenness,
Takes it out on me
(Never mind the incident with the cat)
She thinks we should find a spell
She blames me for her malheurs
Between us it is complicated
A love-hate relationship
She hates my guts
I love her spaghetti sauce
But we cling to each other
She's in a phase
She is mad and frustrated
Because her talents as a witch
Pale in comparison to those
Of Biblical Lilith
She is determined to find a brew
Conceive
And in revenge and spite
Call her child Lilith
In the meantime we both suffer
In wait of happier days.