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Revenge for Salem and Pendle
Revenge for Salem and Pendle
Our sisters we still heed their plight
Your cries for help, in bleating trill
The witchfinder comes in the dead of night
Your burning corpse and the blood so spilt
So we will seek to raise the dead
Bring their white bones flailing, up
With chanted spell, our covens pledge
And haunt the lives of those corrupt
Dance beneath the brightest moon
Brew satins grail, shake the devil's tail
With incantations as we croon
As the caldron boils, the dark clouds sail
The ghouls will rise at our behest
vampire bats stream from there caves
the undead will beat their breasts
and fear will reign, and all pervade
As All Hallows night draws near
each white witch dons a darkened garb
the shops that sell those outfits weird
are hiding deaths dark tarot card
Behind the children’s glee, a shadow waits
the poison sweet, a spell of hate
for if you curse the witches to their face
you surely soon will lie prostrate
No pointed hat and blackened nails
The old crones lace and withered face
The new suburbia and F/B mail
The modern witch won't fall disgraced
They plot behind suburbia’s, veneered looks
plot on the dark web and scheme on Meta
So beware next Halloween, from out there nooks
Emerge to claim, histories long vendetta
David Crees
29/08/2024
Our sisters we still heed their plight
Your cries for help, in bleating trill
The witchfinder comes in the dead of night
Your burning corpse and the blood so spilt
So we will seek to raise the dead
Bring their white bones flailing, up
With chanted spell, our covens pledge
And haunt the lives of those corrupt
Dance beneath the brightest moon
Brew satins grail, shake the devil's tail
With incantations as we croon
As the caldron boils, the dark clouds sail
The ghouls will rise at our behest
vampire bats stream from there caves
the undead will beat their breasts
and fear will reign, and all pervade
As All Hallows night draws near
each white witch dons a darkened garb
the shops that sell those outfits weird
are hiding deaths dark tarot card
Behind the children’s glee, a shadow waits
the poison sweet, a spell of hate
for if you curse the witches to their face
you surely soon will lie prostrate
No pointed hat and blackened nails
The old crones lace and withered face
The new suburbia and F/B mail
The modern witch won't fall disgraced
They plot behind suburbia’s, veneered looks
plot on the dark web and scheme on Meta
So beware next Halloween, from out there nooks
Emerge to claim, histories long vendetta
David Crees
29/08/2024
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