Linda Haine

Bewitched

In the coven of thirteen

You bewitched my mind,

Took my bodily soul to extremes

And filled my dreams

With magic.

Hypnotised, possessed,

Under your control,

My blackened heart turned evil

And through my veins did flow.

One sip from Satan’s chalice,

Laid bare upon the altar,

Your demon seed secreted

And to my lord a daughter.

First Footprints

Virginal crisp whiteness

Scattered all around

Snowflakes united

A duvet covered ground.

First footprints sculptured

A life steps through the snow

Snowflakes disappearing

Green blades of grass on show.