Long Poems About Witches
#witches
Long poems about witches. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
A Bite Of A Vampire’s Fate Part I
Tears of Fate Witch’s Brew
TIBRADDEN MOUNTAIN
Dublin, Ireland
Dracon elongated his body on his paws as he stretched out his hind legs. He stood on all four legs and sniffed the mountaintop. He smelled Naynina’s presence in the wind. His paws rested on a boulder overlooking the top of the beautiful towering tress below.
Tonight, he would strike Seneca’s fortress, bringing an end to his ruthless clan. He also knew it was his sole responsibility to provide safe passage for Naynina and himself back to Romania. Therefore, he will have to call upon his second...
TIBRADDEN MOUNTAIN
Dublin, Ireland
Dracon elongated his body on his paws as he stretched out his hind legs. He stood on all four legs and sniffed the mountaintop. He smelled Naynina’s presence in the wind. His paws rested on a boulder overlooking the top of the beautiful towering tress below.
Tonight, he would strike Seneca’s fortress, bringing an end to his ruthless clan. He also knew it was his sole responsibility to provide safe passage for Naynina and himself back to Romania. Therefore, he will have to call upon his second...
#fairies
#fate
#vampires #witches
#vampires #witches
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The Sheridan Women
The women of the Sheridan family always disappeared at some point in their lives, normally before fifty but at least once at seventy-two. (She was a powerful old woman called Ma Sheridan, who ruled her henhouse with an iron claw.) Eleanor became dimly aware of this truth when she was seven years old, and overheard her mother explaining family photographs to her grandfather, already short of memory at sixty-eight. His name was Granddad Chips and it would take another twelve years for the old boy to require hospitalisation, by which time Eleanor would have made her disappearance, the youngest...
#magic
#pagan
#prose #witches
#prose #witches
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Cocooned In Silk
One wild and wintry winter
He ventured to the wood
Guided only by the eerie moonlight
As he reached the spot,where a monster once stood
He called out "Oh monster!"
"Come to me forthwith"
"I wish to make a deal with you"
"That one day you may'st forgive"
He waited upon a mossy bank
Surrounded by frozen leaves
And within a moment of minutes
A loud crunching could be perceived
As he beckoned it even closer
He began to perceive its size
As wide as a felled oak tree ...
He ventured to the wood
Guided only by the eerie moonlight
As he reached the spot,where a monster once stood
He called out "Oh monster!"
"Come to me forthwith"
"I wish to make a deal with you"
"That one day you may'st forgive"
He waited upon a mossy bank
Surrounded by frozen leaves
And within a moment of minutes
A loud crunching could be perceived
As he beckoned it even closer
He began to perceive its size
As wide as a felled oak tree ...
#men
#monsters
#surreal
#witches
#curse
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As Above, So Below
The morning glaring sun, cast a glazing sheen on the traffic wet road
that winds into the misty depths.From the backstage of the blinding light,
the trucks fade slowly into view, with a massive form any other but mechanics..
Shapes looming closer and closer,roaring like thunder passing by, fast
as if winter has turned every thing ghostly eerie and scaring.While the bare trees,
lazily shed their dead leaves on the muddy lanes make the view reminiscent of some fairy tales
in some old books on the shelf..
I saw the end of the road...
that winds into the misty depths.From the backstage of the blinding light,
the trucks fade slowly into view, with a massive form any other but mechanics..
Shapes looming closer and closer,roaring like thunder passing by, fast
as if winter has turned every thing ghostly eerie and scaring.While the bare trees,
lazily shed their dead leaves on the muddy lanes make the view reminiscent of some fairy tales
in some old books on the shelf..
I saw the end of the road...
#anxiety
#depression
#apathy
#witches
#GenderDysphoria
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The Act Of Engaging Elphaba (West) Nessarose (East)
You may need encouragement when the garment of your vile is lifted
That hate from you on display, not found in me, my persona will never be shifted
My blood festering in you, will take you out of your cordial groove
That is the divine law of nature when life does not pity the fool
When coveting animosity, the acidy rains that fall has no rules
The heart and mind in contention of being the student in someone else’s hard Knox school
Such a dim-witted fool ...
That hate from you on display, not found in me, my persona will never be shifted
My blood festering in you, will take you out of your cordial groove
That is the divine law of nature when life does not pity the fool
When coveting animosity, the acidy rains that fall has no rules
The heart and mind in contention of being the student in someone else’s hard Knox school
Such a dim-witted fool ...
#war
#spiritual
#witches #evil
#witches #evil
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newspaper and frost
a newspaper and frost
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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Cloak n Dagger
Never seen a cloak
Quite like this before
Bright red with white pearls
Constantly flashing
Quite dashing I'd say
Dashing and sinister
It was her calm before the storm
Before she administers her pain
Through her blood stained dagger
That made the mightiest of men stagger
And tragically fall
As they become magically enthralled
With her beautiful cloak
Beguiling with witty jokes
A saccharine voice ...
Quite like this before
Bright red with white pearls
Constantly flashing
Quite dashing I'd say
Dashing and sinister
It was her calm before the storm
Before she administers her pain
Through her blood stained dagger
That made the mightiest of men stagger
And tragically fall
As they become magically enthralled
With her beautiful cloak
Beguiling with witty jokes
A saccharine voice ...
#dark
#sex
#obsession
#witches
#curse
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The Hunting Of Tituba (Part I, II, III, IV)
The Haunting Of Tituba
So, you want to write me story my child
To see how I mystified those Puritans with my sorcery lies
I could tell the wicked hour by the high moon in da sky
When the roosters crow by and by
Give you life, kiss your soul with death
Bid at my feet, untie my hands with one blown breath
In the cathedral of downfalls by that ole Masters’ will
Sacrifice to the land, wind, and earth, before the spirit kill
In ethereal of channeling, you summoned me to give unto your contingency passage to shine ...
So, you want to write me story my child
To see how I mystified those Puritans with my sorcery lies
I could tell the wicked hour by the high moon in da sky
When the roosters crow by and by
Give you life, kiss your soul with death
Bid at my feet, untie my hands with one blown breath
In the cathedral of downfalls by that ole Masters’ will
Sacrifice to the land, wind, and earth, before the spirit kill
In ethereal of channeling, you summoned me to give unto your contingency passage to shine ...
#witches
#dark
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
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The Harlot of Hadrian's Wood
The lovers danced gaily through the forest as if it was Arden, or as if they were sprites of Greek myth, pale-limbed and without care. She wore a pale pink halter top and denim cutoffs that showed off her thick, rounded thighs. She was large and pink-cheeked but packed with a ruddy vigour and Rubenesque sturdiness that appealed to some men. In what would once have been called the first flower of her womanhood, she'd grown from a homely girl picked first for hockey sticks but last for dances to a confident, flame-haired young adult.
He was skinny and gangling and with a few...
He was skinny and gangling and with a few...
#murder
#violence
#mystery #witches
#mystery #witches
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A Loathsome Lullaby
In a village veiled by shadows deep
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
#dark
#death
#evil
#witches
#curse
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Madeline, Madison, and the Good Witch
- Madeline, Madison, and the Good Witch -
She was not quite beautiful as people think of when they consider classical standards of beauty. Many called her plain, but even so she tried to see the beauty in others, and in the world around her. Even, as she stood in this forsaken place, she tried to notice the wild beauty of it. It was the northern slopes of a mountain range that rose up beyond the dark pine forests of her homeland. Few came here, and not one who did was unchanged by the experience. She felt tired, weary from the long walk out to this place. As she gazed downward...
She was not quite beautiful as people think of when they consider classical standards of beauty. Many called her plain, but even so she tried to see the beauty in others, and in the world around her. Even, as she stood in this forsaken place, she tried to notice the wild beauty of it. It was the northern slopes of a mountain range that rose up beyond the dark pine forests of her homeland. Few came here, and not one who did was unchanged by the experience. She felt tired, weary from the long walk out to this place. As she gazed downward...
#identity
#abuse
#MentalHealth
#transgender
#witches
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Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Scarlet Star
- Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Scarlet Star -
It was in early autumn, on a foggy London day if ever there was one, when I was attempting without any real or proper success to tidy up ever so slightly the living space of my dear friend and partner in the business of detection, mister Sherlock Holmes. He sat glumly in his favorite chair, staring out of the window that overlooked the street below, smoking his pipe and muttering things to himself that were just out of my hearing range. “Leave those papers there, Watson!” he suddenly exclaimed, and I felt a slight amazement...
It was in early autumn, on a foggy London day if ever there was one, when I was attempting without any real or proper success to tidy up ever so slightly the living space of my dear friend and partner in the business of detection, mister Sherlock Holmes. He sat glumly in his favorite chair, staring out of the window that overlooked the street below, smoking his pipe and muttering things to himself that were just out of my hearing range. “Leave those papers there, Watson!” he suddenly exclaimed, and I felt a slight amazement...
#dark
#murder
#mystery
#witches
#symbolism
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