Dance of the Witch

I descend from a rickety wooden shack in search of the blood moon's blessing.
Death follows as my ashen feet tread wooden meadows.
A black cloak envelops my gaunt frame.
This cursed blade of captured souls shall be my faithful messenger to the meek.

Sloping hills give way to a quaint hamlet as jagged teeth gnash in hateful fervor.
The smell of the innocent trembles as though they know of my sinful approach.
Chanting incantations, my form hovers over their homes in menacing silence.
Peering through solid structures as my victim is found

Unaware child of a newly-wed couple
How you will make for a most pleasing tragedy
Taken from Mother Earth and Father Time
For not even space could fill their sorrowful void

Appearing before them, i snatch a glancing gaze.
Bullet of my eye's graze envelops them in a misty haze
Cradling young child from Father Time's arms as he remains frozen
Subtly, as Mother Earth is rocked with tearful fear's ocean

Dissolving into atmospheric ubiquity with babe in tow
Away to my alter to the Profane Punisher's prophecy
His unripened body quivers in murderous hands.
Never knowing of death's seal placed upon the letter of life's chance

Slipping of silver sickle across bare skin's flesh
Sickening tease before blade pierces ivory neck
Exsanguinate your vitality's worth so mine finds new birth.
Becoming one with me, another victim to this two-fold curse