Thread. Stab. Sew. Pull. Thread. Stab. Sew. Pull. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Victims strands of hair to grab

Stomped with feet

Upon a curse

Like witchcraft sin

The stab of needles

Flow buttons within

Of colour dark

Incessant fighting

Blood runs and giggles.

We are magic

Have you not guessed?

Overcome with power

Your family, blessed

Soul bewitch, corpse twitch.