New Orleans Voodoo queen
traveling through my mirror
slipping naked between my sheets
cafe-au-lait mahogany dream
lost in the blackness of her hair
vastness in her hips
beautiful hands roll the bones
amulets and whispers that moan
exotic sultry secrets from ruby lips
trembling shaking emerald trinkets...

Casting her spell of gris-gris and charms
wind comes, clouds gather around her arms
One drink of her potion I am paralyzed
candlelight dancing in deep black eyes
gaze of the screech owl and vampire bat
crows fly, cats cry and dogs howl
soon I will be among the walking dead
she the master her needs to be fed...

She shakes her fist I begin to dance
beguiling teasing me with child-like innocence
stealing my soul with only a glance
a woman unlike any I have ever seen
the daughter of voodoo
and she is a queen...