▪︎THE VOODOO DOLL ▪︎
Curved from bourbon wood and burnt in sun,
Eye gleaming evil and lips chapped dry.
The resident of evil and the sentinel of vociferous danger ,
She grinned like a witch with needles on her cracks.
The air becomes thick as slime and dark as onyx,
No mortal does she ever spare.
A petrifying creation of rotten tongues and bones,
Mouth sewn and curse she beholds.
Her vision paralysed senses ,
And the pins pierced her heart.
An entity of satanic suffocation , no tender,
Yet, a terror alluring attire she had.
The foul pungent odour captivating the breeze,
And a creepy nightmare she is.
Her frown steep glared at unguarded souls,
And blood oozed from her smirk.
"DEAD" she screamed and shrilled,
And death outstretched her limbs.
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