Maleficent in White

Did you think I would be overcome?

Death imitates art too.

Pathetic whelps.

Sculptures of fear

My enemies:

Men and their taxis.

Fat men.

And their fat taxis.

I’m maleficent in white,

Hooded by a shadow curtain

Spectrally hovering

With Balete under me.

The tree is my castle

And the night is my muse.

I land in the street

To hunt for the one.

Whether you’re a cop

Or a perverted driver,

Beware.

I am beguiling.

And ethereal.

And lethal.

I perform a haunted burlesque

To take you to the joke of death.

Out of the blue, I’m bloody & grotesque.

I raise the dick in panicky heights,

And I feed men with fear.