Poetry about a hunted witch |
The richness of the dark night Hollowing an echo through the moons light Stars explode like crackling fire Doomed by ones desire. There she stands with acid rain tears Cold and alone fighting her fears. Instinct is all one can trust Selling her body for a superficial lust. Rumours are rife She's the talk of the town Time to wield the axe Bring this poppy down Through the Forrest She hears there bellows Your going to die witch Swing from the gallows Pleading to Mother Earth She gets down on her knees Places her book of shadows upon the fallen branches Upon the autumn leaves Recites a spell so pure and strong Please goddess save me from theses men Who wish to do me wrong Lightning flashes thunder roars The men are surrounding her Naming and shaming Yelling filthy whore. Out of no were the tree branches break Crashing like a hurricane Tortured souls scream out in pain Not long after There is silence In the night She is no longer hunted the spell has saved her life She thanks the goddess The goddess replies Forgive them because they no not what they do They chose to destroy this humble land that bears them there fruit But As there body's disintegrate into dust Ones greed has fed the earths lust. For its she who holds the key Mother Nature can provide When you call upon the power Of the immortal TREE OF LIFE !! |