The Ballad of The Feasting Witch: First Canto

I.

Her hunger rages.
A deep blooming
In the pit of her gut.
A wildfire craving.

Corpses litter the fields
She hides in a tree
Wedged between branches
Listening for food.

Her mouth waters,
Rivers of hunger
Trickle down her chin.
It’s Halloween.

It’s Halloween
And the feast has begun
Mothers, Children
Pets, Fathers,
All prime food
All wanton delight.