For the greatest sorceress, cursed,
These million little stars in acidic water
Death came like a speck of dust
And a snowstorm in mid-July
Tears flow like an endless river
Shallowed voices in rejoice,
Rejoicing in treacherous numbers
Only the heathens mourned her
“No harm done when you see tricks,
Unadulterated scandal with the witch”
Is what they all say about her
When she had passed on
Left a message from beyond the grave
Etched letters on greystones:
“Sun don’t shine on the dark hearted
Wolves don’t howl on the full one.”
