THE WITCH
Such specters as these
I have never seen
nor wish to see again
That stoop about
the hoary pond
askance within the glen
Who smelled my fear
and sharp drew near
with violent attitude
Slurred rotting tongues
unburdened tales
their verbiage was crude.
Each night depraved
I guard your grave
your story must not speak
To pass among
those sinful lungs
to dreams of those asleep.
Oh hated wife
my passions blight
you drowned within this lake
Dementia
from food defiled
with root o' the mandrake.
You had observed
strange dancing girls
encircled round a demon
Their breasts exposed
incanting spells
without a rhyme nor reason.
The preacher sweat
and said you hexed
a blight upon the land
A trial was held
they named you witch
exactly as I'd planned.
They said you'd float
my once betrothed
and siphon out your lies
The lake was clear
your dress was white
you looked into my eyes.
The specters grin
You spoke to them?
I still recall your scowl.
Oh did you tell
on how your love
your memory befouled?
What gaunt hands squeeze
pull on my sleeves
to take me where I go?
My final day
you'll light the way
to Satan's hell below.
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