Ghostly whispers rustling leaves
They are watching in the trees
In the darkness they consort
In the woods the danger's fraught
Bewitching us in our dreams
Behind sweet faces 'tis not what it seems
Our towns are tainted with their sin
A crime of magic not to be forgiven

In silence we watch and wait
Only time and God can seal their fate
Death and tragedy they do bring
Whilst to their idols they do cling
Satan's children of the night
More than tales to make children fright
Fairy tales come to life
To bring us panic and endless strife

Upon their broom they do fly
Before the moon, dark against the sky
Their familiars, they do follow
Into open glades and shaded hollows
Herbs of favour to their spells
So our wills they may compel

The Inquisition, it's coming
And they must not underestimate their cunning
For they are the daughters of ill
That bind the faithless to their wills
Rumours spread like dry grass fire
Through every town and every shire
And they guilty, they do confess
We care not for their lies of duress

From the gallows they will hang
Satan's daughters, witches condemned
T'was it not Eve that held the apple?
And tempted man to take that gamble
The Lord's words speak always true
For 'tis the sinners we pursue
In the bible, does His guidance give
"Though shalt not suffer a witch to live!"

by Indie Adams

*First published in Dead Elephant in the Bazaar Noosa Scribes 2010
IBSN: 978-0-646-54298-0(pbk)
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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