Anna - A Dead Witch Risen
I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.
Burning Witch
Tail of Newt and a pair of frog legs
Dandelions grounded and the shell of a crocodile’s egg
The hair of the victim and a drop of blood
A young lamb to sacrifice in a tub
Anna made a love spell which she thought was great
But the towns folk cried witch and burned her on a stake
They made a bond fire and roasted marshmallows in her screams
As her skin melted away and washed from her bone like a stream
Beer and cheers, men taunted and shout
Finally, they had burned the witch out
Young girls cried because they thought this was a horrible act
Religious fanatics clenched Bibles saying prayers while she turned to ash
But her last words before her soul left her body would see her revenge
Not until the last one died agonizingly her fiery soul would quench
Now the fire was out and the smell of burnt flesh rested on baker’s bread
They got what they wanted, the witch was dead
The men were too drunk that morning to get up and clean the spot
Instead, the children played in the ashes a lot
But there was something shiny in the pile of burnt sticks and Anna’s skull
Which caught the eye of a little girl and she gave it a pull
It was a bracelet with some kind of carving inside
But at the center had a red stone which looked like a tiny Vile
The little girl placed the bracelet on her harm and she felt a sudden sting
As the vile changed from red to clear as the blood went in
She stiffened out and fell to the ground
And the little children who were there playing ran and alerted the town
Anna had resurrected and had possessed the little girl
Now more powerful than ever, her revenge was sure
She moved through the town swiftly, casting chants, while people burst on fire
Revenge had flooded her mind and her heart was dark, she swore revenge and she was no liar
Screams of death frightened even birds nesting in high trees
As mothers watch their husbands die, terminated like fleas
Burnt corpse littered the town like the pied piper’s rats
A dead witch had risen and burnt the hell out of the ladies and chaps
The tale lives on even to this very day
The story of Anna, the burning witch simply will not go away.
© 2017 Clive Williams
