Resurrection begins in isolation
In werewolves and witches nation
Voodoo dolls are blinded aspiring
Nemeses begin their veering.
Hunted and branded they’re as fruitcake
Spells are chanted in heart break
Alone, they are left to face the facts,
Amidst scorpions, vermin and the bats
Perchance among mortals, they appear,
Ordered by the heads to cut off ears
An occasional sighting in the royal ball
Is enough to make the subject appalled
Persecution is all they have faced
From the face of earth, erased
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