The Witch Doctor

Face for fading music Disappearing in the distant Those that stood still Were called forth by the mystic To answer a question To answer the inquisition For this was not the path That they had been thinking The witch doctor stood fast His crazy eye twitching He spoke slow... "Your path... You will be switching!" Batting his lashes His vibes bellowed long Their initial reactions: Over looked and over drawn With a wave of his hand His visions showed real Finally their eyes opened Now looking to deal The shaman then laughed And threw up his arms The skies began spinning Bringing down the stars The chosen few looked all around And before long at each other Awe lost in disbelief One right after another While the mystic's laughs grew hysterical The rest fell to their knees For no one knew the awful truth Behind what the witch doctor sees