For centuries come,
And centuries gone,
Burning witches,
Loving magic,
Flying brooms -
All going tragic!
Closet witches,
Those, bewitched,
Closing shutters,
Dimmed the light
Chopped the wood
To simmer up,
That brew,
Those stakes,
And those light dreamers -
Fire them up!
To burn red souls,
And smell the ash,
Scarlet tears,
Ending up
Wetting pale cheeks
They prayed for
Light
If, and only if,
Only women
Ended up
Burning women
Their own kind!
Closet witches,
That bewitched,
Closed the windows,
Dimmed the light
Chopped the wood
To simmer up,
That brew,
Those stakes,
Those fiery witches -
Burn them up!
To burn red souls
And taste warm ash
That fiery love?
They kept all silent
If, and only if,
Only women
Ended up
Burning women
Their own kind!
Bewitched, old,
And wicked eyes,
Freezing hearts
And numbing
Kindness
Chop the wood
To simmer up
That brew,
Those stakes,
Those witches, frail -
And bring them up
Yet not burned
witches
Fly away,
Escape the flames -
Bewitched,
Deranged
Closet witches,
That bewitched,
Closed those windows
Dimmed the light
And witches are
And witches were
And witches gone
Bewitched, remain -
To no avail
Witches,
Just witches
Witches are
And witches were
And witches come
And witches gone
Enchanted fire
Numb with pain
Praying for light
Thriving in darkness
Spared witches
Flied away
Escaped the flames -
Bewitched,
Deranged
And light is gone,
And fire comes,
Bewitched,
Undone,
Deranged,
Escaped,
Unburned,
Big love!
To all those witches,
Up in flames,
Do fly away! -
With fragile
Magic
Wicked,
Loving,
Escaped,
Love burned -
Blessed the days
Of flying
Witches
Very cool! A history of witches!
haha thanks Benjamin!!!!!
Welcome! Love poetic histories.
:)))