She was small and wizened, brown as a berry, <br /> And everyone called her "Dago Mary". <br /> In a ramshackle house, overgrown with weeds, <br /> She lived and practiced her evil deeds. <br /> It was said she changed into a cat at night, <br /> And roamed the streets until the morning light. <br /> <br /> If she ever procured a lock of your hair, <br /> She would cast an evil spell then and there, <br /> Burning crooked candles of black, green and red <br /> With incantations until you were dead, <br /> It meant death to look into her evil eye, <br /> And people crossed the street when she walked by. <br /> <br /> All the children hid and shouted with fear, <br /> "Here comes Dago Mary", when she was near. <br /> They found her one day lying dead in the road; <br /> In her right hand she clutched a large, dead toad. <br /> Her body was covered with long, deep scratches, <br /> And beside her lay some candles and matches.<br /><br />Cecilia W. Praetorius<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voodoo-woman/
