Her Body Broke the Best

[love apollon]

She set upon her gut a cauldron,
fashioned it with straps.
In it poured her lover's tallow,
a slush of rot and fat. 

With mythic wave and incantation,
a spell she did in-set. 
Within a span of nine moons past,
lost love the witch begat. 

Necromancy the town's folk cried. 
Blood magic bellowed the priest. 
Hang the witch dear sister beckoned,
dismember her at least. 

Disfigured form and blood-lust haze,
lost lover would protect her.
Flesh Golem bound to woman heart,
a fury forced encounter. 

The town's folk lay in bloody pattern,
the priest a sodded mess.
Dear sister strewn upon the floor,
her body broke the best.