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Witch Hunt
On a moonlit hillside in the still of night
The wind blew cold and it just didn't feel right
Something out of place a hint of something evil
Floating on the summer breeze
I felt magic coursing with it's energies
Brought to by wickedness an pulsing with insanity
Conjured by witches breed to take revenge on those they hate
Destroy this town with their disease
Rain down on them fire
Filling evil's desire
Everyone gone insane
While I watch from the hill...
In my heart I felt the fear; prayed to God for His grace
Unaware of the evil spell that I would face
In my blood I felt the anger growing stronger with each breath
Swore to myself the witches' death
Rain down on them fire
Filling evil's desire
Everyone gone insane
While I watch from the hill...
In the shadow of nightmare somehow they did not know
Weilding my sword to the flash of lightning's glow
Desperate defenses of their spells but in my wake
The evil spells just fade away
Rain down on them pain
Till the evil is slain
Let the town rejoice
While something watches from the hill...
Oo, a nice, primeval witch anthem. Very spooky and dark--something like its author. Interesting how the protagonist ain't exactly a nice person. Well done.
I read this poem yesterday and I can't get it out of my head. It keeps snapping off lines in sound bites in a fast, rhythmic beat. It doesn't sound like rap, but it doesn't sound like blues, jazz, hip/hop, either. I struggle to place what I'm hearing, but I do know what I'm feeling. I feel wrapped up in this historical scene in the Salem Witch Trials. I see people pointing fingers and chanting, "Witch! Witch! Witch!" I watch the falsely accused deny the accusations over and over again to no avail. I can see them being stared at and mocked as they're in that gelatine to be killed. I watch the scene fade away softly as the years change and people realize to be different is not to be a witch. Thank you for this interesting journey through time, poetry, and music.
I read this poem yesterday and I can't get it out of my head. It keeps snapping off lines in sound bites in a fast, rhythmic beat. It doesn't sound like rap, but it doesn't sound like blues, jazz, hip/hop, either. I struggle to place what I'm hearing, but I do know what I'm feeling. I feel wrapped up in this historical scene in the Salem Witch Trials. I see people pointing fingers and chanting, "Witch! Witch! Witch!" I watch the falsely accused deny the accusations over and over again to no avail. I can see them being stared at and mocked as they're in that gelatine to be killed. I watch the scene fade away softly as the years change and people realize to be different is not to be a witch. Thank you for this interesting journey through time, poetry, and music.