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Author Name: FreeLordofShadows 2 Comments
Date Added: July 27, 2006 08:07:28 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Witches Vengence

The new moon rises

As the witches gather upon the hill

The sacred stones glow with an ethereal light

The stars lie in anticipation

As the mystic forces rise


The time of vengeance is nigh

For murder of their sisters

High Crimes against the Covens

The ones who hunted them

Shall suffer pain a thousand fold


Familiars watch with glistening golden eyes

Chanting, calling unseen forces

Tension rides the air with ebony wings

The cadence grows faster and stronger

Magic flows guided by the ancient song.


The Crone watches as her children dance

More fevered their footsteps come

The magic and the song climbing

Seeking climax

Searching for its intended victims


On wind's chariot doom flies

Fires burn unstoppable

Masters of the witch hunt

Their families and willing helpers

Die unexplained

Screaming till they breathe their last


All falls silent but for the hooting owl

Their life force can finally find rebirth

Knowing that their deaths have been avenged.

The magic seeps back to the Mother

Who cradles all in her loving breast
Author's Notes:
Watched something about the salem witch trials.
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Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on July 28, 2006 02:51:36 AM Report
Nicely penned, little buddy..:O)..They really had a hard time in Salem, deciding which witch was which..They coulda gone father, but they were running out of villigers to pile rocks on...What a lovely paranoid Puritan existance, huh?
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on July 27, 2006 09:31:23 AM Report
Your knowledge of the times brings us a well-rhymed storyline of the times of revenge and mystery~  As they somewhat remain to this day~  It was an intriguing read.  Well crafted, Mad Mod~!

Merry part,

A crone from the forest...


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