Deadly Hex - Olivia Jean

The hunted rustle in their seats

Is it with her eyes she seeks

Peering round the corner at the brittle and weak

The brittle and weak

Does a magic linger in its bones

A spell from a facetious crone

Who resided at this quiet and lonely old folks home

As the kitten purrs and kneads

The elders fear its company

When she skims the room

The question’s «Who's next»

The dadly hex

For is she hops upon your knee

The last brath in your lungs released

And the women confide in gossiping whispers

«I'll surely miss her»

For the reaper’s hiding under a veil

The swing of the sickle is the swing of its tail

With intentions that shall not be mentioned

More than a bruise

So if the walking clock catches your eye

With a prediction that will never lie

She’ll bid you farewell

She’ll bid you farewell

She’ll bid you goodbye