Villagers Fate

Her hair was scraggly, dyed black with silver highlighted streaks
She always wore black velvet skirts with tight leather corsets

At night she studied moon and star charts
Crystals, tea leaves, palm reading and tarot cards
She spent many moons honing her skills in the mystical arts
Locals thought her strange and weird with a black heart

Her house was huge, old, but run down
Overrun with cats who were scattered all around
Overgrown garden where various herbs could be found
Her ornate fireplace burned fierce as the wood made crackle sounds

Smoke covered the village with a strange smell in the air
She had no visitors and her family had been dead for many years
The occasional youth would knock and run to win a halloween dare
She just continued to study, sat in her favourite old leather chair

She mixed her potions from experiments in alchemy
She'd concoct a wide range of ailments and remedies
Secret ingredients passed down through her family
Finally the day came and she was well prepared and ready

It was late August bank holiday at the village fete
She set up her gypsy caravan and signs and she felt great
Free sessions to tell the locals their universal place
What was in store, past, love and present states

Each individual was given a free glass bottle to drink
Wrapped in black ribbon with tiny green bits in
A twice daily dosage before they ate something
Exactly enough to last until the forthcoming Halloween

Now the day had come when all the potions had been consumed
The moon was full and stars aligned in full view
On this rare and special day on October the 31st
When the ghouls and witches need their thirst

You see the villagers had began to feel quite tiered
Over the weeks their emotions slowly expired
A change was coming and friendships denied
For the villagers fate was sealed with a twist to be zombified