Plaything of the Dark Heart

      “Her children and magic was the only life she had
What they did to her screaming babies drove the witch beyond mad,
      “But her life instantly faded when her head separated from the neck
Not before speaking an ancient curse that society would forever regret,  

      “The souls of three combined into that of one
Bound slowly over time in a discarded doll tired of being used for fun,
      “Becoming the plaything in the most beloved places in the world
An unfortunate joy that should not be found by any boy or girl

      “If a child chooses and she is the one they pick
Instantly the horror begins and she start fucking up their shit,
      “When done she escapes out the nearest exit covered in blood
Laughing at not just the mutilation, but crushing a parent’s love,

      “Only those with children she will mark
Observing the family for weeks from a distance in the dark,
      “A broken skull would be placed on the chest of a child
But before leaving she would nibble on the child’s toes with a smile,

      “If the child begins to giggle and grin
Their future children will easily indulge in all forms of sin,
      “Sometimes the laughter becomes uncontrollable to stop
In that instant the child’s heart will just pop,

      “If they survive and any child created becomes one year old
Like a nightmarish parasite the doll will forever feed off their soul,
      “That enhances its sinister magic driving it insane
To continue its dark heart game”.