Sorceress Poem by Shaun Cronick

From the dawn of time she came,
Moving malevolently through the centuries.
No-one ever knowing she was among us....
Until now.

Sorceress

For I'm the man, the soul she let slip away,
To tell of her dark legend to all this day.
To abandon virtues for they are gone for good,
All splintered and consumed like mere firewood.

Beware of her and of her dark witchery,
Her sweet of talk seeded with trickery.
Sharpness of tongue casts a necromanced spell,
This devil's daughter from the bowels of hell.

She will lure men in to do her bidding,
All carrion prey for one so unforgiving.
Appearing to all in alluring disguises,
For her a man's lust holds no surprises.

Black magic she channels at her command,
A gatherer of souls throughout every land.
A deafening death knell for all mankind,
An epoch of fathomless darkness maligned.

Beware of her and the powers she yields,
Of harvested souls on her killing fields.
Countless times a body is so seldom found,
When one is discovered it's strewn around.

This She-Devil, this schemer of vile plans,
This necromancer un-killable by human hands.
An evil Immortal the only one of her creed,
An incarcerator of male souls, never freed.

Sorceress she is and Sorceress she will be,
A sunder and swollen shroud for all humanity.
This spellcaster of overpowering occult order,
A Sorceress who ungodly is Lucifer's Daughter.