Bloodsucker

crone 3

Crafty and needy

She leeches on their young lives

A shrew in pious disguise

Sweet poison to the senses

Now gone her dust disperses

Bleached dry to the bone

Two souls cannot rest in peace

as she lies in wait

The crone will always harangue

Drain that lifeblood till the end

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