My friends a dangerous story shall I tell
this dark stormy night:
A long time ago in in this very spot,
a crumpled old hag went to the cemetery
to request the granting of one last wish,
and this is what happened:
She reached toward the fiery purple skies
worshiping the bright full moon,
raising her silver scepter toward heavens
and began to dance and wildly chant,
worshiping the silvery glory of the stars.
Her sultry wailing incantations eerily
erased the silence of the cold night,
wrapping the icy hands of fear around
the towns people's heavily beating hearts.
Slowly she began to stir the bubbling
cauldron quietly chanting to her gods,
asking for the beauty of her youth
to return from the cold grave of death
in exchange she pledged eternal service
to the evil master of the underworld.
As the fire crackled and the sparks flew,
a dark presence arose from the billowy smoke,
and in a flash of brilliant light the
creature grants her wish.But as her youthful
beauty returned a cruel trick of mortal
fate struck her down as the devil's messenger
drug her down into the fiery pits of Hell.
My friends I bid you beware that which you wish,
for though it be granted, you never know what
the evil one might require as payment in exchange
for the granting of your selfish wishes.
Donavon Scott Vinson
