Late one night, I took a walk on the bayou where Spanish moss hangs and big gators hide Seeking LaVeau, she practices voodoo I'd rid myself of that thorn in my side Charles was my friend, my lover, my life I gave him my soul, my innocence lost he neglected to mention that he had a wife Charles would suffer, no matter the cost I brought LaVeau cash, a lock of his hair fingernail clippings, a shred of his clothes her evil chanting breath fouled the air she cackled harshly like ten thousand crows Entranced, her green eyes rolled back in her head she danced as she called a spirit named Bossu then she winked slyly at me and she said "Chile, give 'im dis rose, dat's all you must do" LaVeau sensed my doubt, "You question my craft?" I mumbled, "no." and gazed down at my shoes. shrugging her shoulders, she smirked and then laughed "It work or it don't, you've nottin' t' lose." I reached out my hand, accepted the flower bid her a good night then ran from the shack I searched for Charles for nearly an hour knew when I saw him, there was no turning back I smiled so sweetly and gave him the rose the thorns tore his flesh, and blood started to run he flinched from the pain, deep red stained his clothes the fear in his eyes asking what I had done He confessed his "mistake", shed a slight tear then begged my forgiveness, said he'd leave his wife he passionatly kissed me and held me so near as he vowed to love me for the rest of his life Slowly a gator crept out of the mire snatched Charles in its jaws and swallowed that liar GladysClump©2004