Symmetry of Gothymmetry3

witches catwalked
up and down
the concave
of Seminary ridge
cantripping
chanting and bantering
soldiers raising their hands
whistling hounds
marking out
while undressing
their unhallowed ground
 
silhouetted by sundown
flight broomsticks
discreetly seducing
Federal generals
with Confederated plans
became their harlots
for atleast few nights
while their good books
and faith  
hid under their beds
convictions all out of sight
 
as she laid them with spell
their commander
drank her potion of Meade
to despatch Blue horse  
t’ward Hanover
that Grey Jeb pursued at full speed
 
like a blanket of magick  
that sinisterly spread
over the eyes of its leader
now the Leeward Army  
walked about without head