They come for me in the night Torches burning, screaming their hate Calling for the death of the witch. Drug from my bed, I am flung to the earth, Afraid of their anger, afraid to move I do nothing to resist
For it is true what they say, I am a witch. I worship my goddess the earth, When the moon is high in the night. Now the mob compels me to move; Against strong hands and blind hate I am helpless to resist
The judge, his eyes dark as night And blazing with furious hate, Gives the decree "Burn the witch! " My body is frozen, I cannot move I want to scream, but I resist Unable to stand, I fall to the earth.
The pyre is built on hard-packed earth. A malevolent presence on this unholy night, The chosen tool to carry out their hate. Towards this sinister form they force me to move Kicking and taunting, for they cannot resist Reveling in the victory of catching a witch.
My world narrows down to this darkest of nights. Through a haze of pain and fear I move, Wishing myself anywhere else on this earth. Wishing that what they believe of a witch Were true. I would fly away far from their hate, Calling my magic, I would use it to resist.
But spells cannot save me from their hate, And herbs would be useless should I resist. As I am tied to the stake driven into the earth The flame casts shadows that move And dance against the backdrop of night And fan the eerie chorus of "Burn the Witch! "
Silent as night, the spirit of the witch Rises above the hate, and does not resist As it quietly moves from the plane of the earth.
She's choking on her own elixirs, Bury her in the earth So there's more room up here. She doesn't like taking up space, She's a lady after all. But the soil is rotten and Already full of too many Sad little things, It can't stand to hold any more. Perhaps she should be burned at the stake, Like the ones before her. Her broomstick is broken, She can't fly into into the ravine. I guess she'll just have to jump.
witch.
Author: ryan
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Date: 31/03/2020
№ 1197431
Kissing a witch
Kissing a which is a perilous business. Everybody knows It's ten times as dangerous As letting her touch your hand, Or cut your hair, Or even steal your shoes. What simpler way is there Than a kiss To give power A way into your heart.
I scurried from my moss covered resting place I was in a panic I needed to see the deamons face So I would know what was giving chase
I looked deep within the dying fire, "show me goddess Theia the one that follows" At first the vision was very shallow, so hollow But then I seen it, and it filled me with sorrow
Because all I could see was the Cerberus It had the scent of me, the sorcerers Quickly trying to decide our best courses
It's blue-black body glimmering in the moonlight Huge muscles gliding effortlessly, such a beautiful scary sight It's three huge heads, teeth snapping, a true drooling fright
Leaving a trail like a scent, wafting in the air, was my spells It was time to make haste this much I could tell We will both be dead and torn savagely apart if I fail
With the snap of my fingers the leaves dew fell on the knight Waking him with a sudden fright "We must leave here you're to weak to fight"
Shaking the sleep from he's head A quick look at me, he could see my dread He silently stomped out the fire, no words from his lips said
He grabbed the reins of the evil ones steed He gracefully lept on and pulling me on, off at top speed But that devilish horse ran towards the evil one, He would not heed
I must think quick, this horse I must enchant Into it's mind a seed I must plant So I start a simple powerful chant
"Demon steed Feel the need To out run, succeed From the hellish hound top speed"
With my constant chant, the demon spun horse turned around And just in time, I seen the heads of the wicked hound Along with the chant I whisper a prayer to Moirai to change our fate, we had been found
Burnt at the stake Innocent or guilty All in the hand of God They ask hypocritical questions Are you abandoned by God Guess you will burn Did the God save you Let's try once more
Those who are asking Don't know what they are doing For those who are asking Will burn too while thinking Innocent or guilty
A woman stands strong and sensuous and proud Her mind a fractured mirror cloaked in fog Shard by shard The bayonet finds her way, following the sweet scent of the bloody rose Wielding her Scarborough Fair The sass of Parsley The wisdoms of Sage The touch of Rosemary The passage of Thyme
The woman Born of the dark side of the moon With powers untold Able to twist and bend the spindles of shadows and time Fair-skinned Lips full and glazed with cardinal sin Slick locks of ebony A perfumed 500 year blur With the night's lunar charm that twinkles in her eye And butterflies that swoon for their Madama She The blood child born of the union of the sun and moon The black sheep of the dark arts Is one with the most beloved of Umbran treasures Is the sweetest cherry with a long-forgotten radiant smile, A harsh destiny Who looks to the left side of the moon for the upcoming chaos.
