My Barnabas, why didn't you ever love me? I thought that you did at one time.. when we were in Martinique.

You looked at me with love in your eyes, but it was never in your heart.

One day she came into your world and my world fell apart.

You laughed at me, you called me foolish. You hated that I am a witch.

It does not mean I don't love you, for I have always loved you.

You have been my one desire for oh so very long. I have not loved another, as my precious Barnabas. You are the one that I adore, my precious dark-haired man.

I wish to be with you at night, as a woman with her man.

Must you always think of me as an evil witch? For I am a woman, too, and my heart beats only for you. I still get lost in your dark eyes.

You turn away and then I cry. You never thought that possible,

because you think of only her..
your precious dark-haired girl so fair. You do not know that I am there.
No wonder that I hate her.. for she's stolen you from me.

You've left my arms and gone to her, and left me all alone.

So that is why I've cursed you.. and that is why she's dead. You have left me all alone.
It's you that's turned my heart to stone.





Donna Eubanks 03/04/00

(A Nicholas Blair, & Donamarie poem)


Where an angel goes the devil follows, in the dark of night.

He reaches out from his house of fire, as he is burning with wicked desire.

He will follow her wherever she goes.. even to heaven he shall go-

so he can have her sweet and pure as he gives her his evil love.

Never has there been such a union, when the raven touches the dove.

She will be taken with his smile. She will then burn for him..

with a passion she has never known. She will give him love she has never shown.

He will strip her gown away and remove her angel wings.
He will toss her halo through the air, then take her love without a care.

Handsome, clever, and diabolical is he, as he takes her for his bride.

She will be helpless to resist as she looks into his eyes.





Donna Eubanks 05/26/00