The devil had possessed me. Well, that's what she would say. She'd call me 'witch' and demon's child, As she did that fateful day.
It started just a week before; Tommy asked me to the prom. I asked him, "Have me home by twelve? I don't want to worry Mom."
Oh, little did I know it then What was planned for me that night. I made my prom dress velvet red Taking care to drape it right.
Fifteen minutes past the time, Tommy's car roared up the street. This was the time I'd dreamed about- Why then, did I have cold feet?
We got there right on schedule. I was starting to fit in. Then through the doors to the dancing floor- That's when the fun began.
The time came for the voting To pick the King and Queen. Tommy put our names down, Then we waited for the scene.
It was a tie! I swear it was; We'd tied to rule that day. I begged Tom not to put our names- He wrote them anyway.
Again we waited with baited breath As the ballots tallied up. Then they cried "Tom and Carrie win!" By one vote. Just my luck.
Tommy lead me up on stage, Placed a crown upon my head. I didn't know then that, once crowned, Those crowns, I'd come to dread.
I stood on stage with Tommy As the crowds cheered, raised my head- And in that instant, down it came And we both were bathed in red.
I knew the substance by its smell. "My God, that's blood!" was heard. Then a bucket fell, struck from above. Tommy died without a word.
Oh pain, oh hurt, oh deepest shame That blood was used against me. My secret sin of blood-revealed! I felt a need to flee.
Someone started snickering; Soon, some others joined in. Then everyone laughed up at me. That laughter did me in.
I stumbled; tripped; the laughter rose. I got up and I ran. Out of the school gym, out of sin, And back to Mother's hand.
Mama had waited up for me - She wasn't at her prayers - And in her hand, against black cloth, A steel knife rested there.
"Let us get on our knees," my mother said. "And pray to save your soul!" I knelt; the knife came down; I moved... It struck my shoulder's roll.
"Give in Carrietta! I love you!" I knew that was a lie. My death she sought, as I sought hers- One of us would have to die.
I smiled upon my mother, Felt the Power in my mind. The Power squeezed upon her heart. Now Darkness was her find.
"Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live..." Were the bitch's final words. Those words, these deaths, they drove me mad- Sanity was for the birds.
I left the house in my blood-stained dress And headed back to school. I had a score to settle now With the Power as my tool.
When I reached the gym, all doors slammed shut. And many heads did turn. Then the Power ripped and people screamed As the gym began to burn.
I began to move toward the town; Destruction followed in my wake. What few still lived saw my Power's force And what lives it chose to take.
In darkness, across a field I went, I didn't, couldn't care. The knife...my shoulder...lot's of pain- And then...Sue Snell was there.
She spoke to me in thought-forms, I knew she felt my rage. She bared her open mind to me. Brave deed for one her age.
Sue's pale face began to blur. I'd lost a lot of blood. Mother! Mom, don't leave me here! I was dying in the mud.
The Darkness closed around me And my pulse had begun to fade. I screamed through my mind just one last time, Then retreated to the Shade.
I'd expected Hell for me to go. I was certain that I should. But it seemed the Evil on my soul Was balanced with the Good.
Now I reside in Purgatory, Free from both Joy and Strife. Waiting to be born again And leave the Afterlife.
In between my immortal chores, Though it may not help, I pray That my karma balance with pure love All the Evil done that day.