holds the kidnapped dark
star / light locked.
Frocked and besotted,
hot like an impetuous girl.
Pearls in clumsy hands
land lost in the frog mud.
But the witch doctor he don't stop.
Got restoration in his cast iron pot.
What voodoo needs, he'll gladly seed and bleed -
bringing night back to New Orleans.
A bit of Jasmine's Jetsam chain rhymed (I hope) for Hedge's mini-challenge at Real Toads.