The practice and belief of black magic, voodoo or the occult.

She hid in the night;

Away from the eye,

To capture the light,

From the stars in the sky.

She chanted by the hour;

With her cross hung polite,

It gave her the power;

It gave others fright.

Cause if she did point;

This cross in your view,

A spirit might taunt,

The hell out of you.

 

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  • sandie on Jul 25, 2009

    scary, good poem.

  • serowa on Jul 25, 2009

    Wow, well you know that greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world?

  • forevepoetry on Jul 27, 2009

    lol. this poem made me laugh. i envisioned a spirit sticking out its tongue taunting me go na na na na na you can’t get me.

  • Collette Edwards on Aug 8, 2009

    I like this one to me it was fun and I like foreverpoetry’s comment it mae me laugh lol Good job keep writting

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