Queen Marie Laveau

Marie Laveau I hear your name.
They praise you in the streets and have no shame.
You hexed the good and gave love to the wicked.
You even healed the sick and conjured one way tickets.
Spells and chants still that last.
And voodoo dolls that shaped men's past.
There's no other like you, even the devil took notes.
The honor would have been mine just to hear the words that you spoke.