Writer: Phil
Subject: The Swamp Witch
Date: 30.05.2022 / LS666 Comments
The Swamp Witch
Down in the bayou where the mangroves grow,
There’s talk of black voodoo, like Marie Leveau.
The Swamp Witch, is legend, she has magic so black,
That those who have seen her, have never come back.
There are tales of the noises that come from the dark,
Of werewolves and zombies as rough as the bark.
The mangroves are sentinels, to where the magic resides,
Where even a longboat has no room to glide.
Bodies go missing from the graveyards most nights,
And there’s always a fog shading the fireflies lights.
The Swamp Witch is ruler and Queen of this world,
Where souls are all taken and spines can be curled.
A mystic by nature, a dark witch by blood,
She lives deep in the swamp, protected by gators and mud.
The gators respect her, they do as she bids,
They keep watch on the waters, they are her reptilian kids.
She keeps zombies as gendarmes, collecting bodies to turn,
Just how black is her magic, no one can discern.
The Swamp Witch is legend, she is as old as all time,
The air in the bayou is as thick as the slime.
The Cajuns say voodoo is the core of her heart,
They avoid fishing where the mangrove trees start.
The Swamp Witch, a legend ? Or is she truly the Queen?
She’s the Louisiana Witch and no one survives once she is seen.