"Is your heart black?"

"Blacker than midnight
blacker than pitch..."
Black as a Soul's light
Dimmed by the Witch
With the heartless arts
Of a soulless bitch

Is there a part of you that cares?
Is anything still there?

Honeymoon phases
And sad Luna faces
You are a memory,
I hope,
That times erases
'Of Eros and erosion'
On to cleansing the corrosion

Blacker than venom
The most sinister of women
Just stirring the cauldron
While selling good omens
Cackling pridefully
(exes) reciting their hexes
Though they are the ones
That the voodoo vexes

Is there a heart in you to spare?
crone, are you no longer maiden?

Honeymoon phases
And sad Luna faces
You are a memory,
I hope,
That times erases
'Of Eros and erosion'
On to cleansing the corrosion

© Michael Paul Reed