Withering witch you burden us:
you never think of us – not that
you would ever have thought to.
But can you not rationalise,
oh wise one, wizened old bitch,
you are hurting us, yes, you –
Demonic whore, you shadow,
a tomb raider has stricken
here, well before he was due.
Stolen from us, you have taken
a part of us too – selfish beast.
You know not what you do.
They bisected you, he and she
into equal parts, and now life
slowly ebbs from the two.
I would very much like to kill
you grandma, but dead you are,
for mother has already taken you.