By A Witch

Surrounded by people who kill,
With consummate, wonderful skill.
Ugly smiles in beautiful faces.
Men slit by knives and stove in by maces.
Ugly smile, ugly soul, bodies in a ditch.
Liars all thrown in a hole, slaughtered by a witch.
Flashing lights, shocking sounds,
Slayers, slayers all around.
A serpent does the murder, take him for a fool,
Mocking tongue and madness, jackdaw's rule.
Count up the stitches and chase down the stairs,
Spring the trap, cut the rope, catch him unawares.
No more use for tears now, no more use for life.
Death is at the doorstep, take her for a wife.
Blood is unbecoming upon your pale skin,
You ate all the food up and let the shadows in.
Grin, the show is over, and nothing's on display.
Eyes are glazing over, lights out - that's the way.
The spark of life, the seed of it, something you can borrow.
Departing with the sunset, leaving for the morrow.
Surrounded by the killers, happy as can be.
Surrounded by the skillful, powerful and free.
Surrounded by the smiles, ugly and wrong.
Surrounded by the faces that won't last long.
Surrounded by the liars, bodies in a ditch.
Surrounded by the fallen, slaughtered by a witch.