You point the finger of accusation,

And look at me with dread -

For by leaving me with all the blame,

You know you'll soon be dead.

To summon the devil for vengance,

Or curse your wife and child

Would be so easy for me to do,

Since my heart is cold and wild.

You really thought you could bring me down,

And stop me in my path

Of destruction against this world,

Did you think you'd escape my wrath?

Witchcraft is a dangerous foe,

From which you cannot hide -

And you simply couldn't defeat it,

However hard you tried.

I don't care if I'm put on trial,

Or if I die for my crime -

I know my soul will live forever,

I'll simply bide my time.

You'll always look over your shoulder,

Living in fear each day.

And mark my words, I'll come for you -

My magic will make you pay.

Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2008