Witch Hunt

Come now, this story is one to tell everyone, Come now, bring a handkerchief, you may just cry. Somewhere far away, a city stained by the sun, A witch lived in this town, and she loved a prince, oh my… “I don’t need a magic to stop the clock, No spell can achieve what I feel. Our love and eyes are in a lock, And this time, it is real.” “Tied to a cross, I look longing at the sky.” The people cry and and shout “Repent!” The voices of prayers for their people die. Forward a torch of fire is sent. “If you are going to call my love witchery, I will burn everything in the flame of hatred. I never wanted to hurt anyone, can’t you see? You people shall pay for how you acted!” Come now, open your eyes and look to the burning sky, Don’t forget this flame is nothing but justice. Somewhere far away, the town’s sun sets and waves “goodbye,” As another young witch rises, but Heartless. “The time for happiness is done,” The witch lies to the prince. “Love is just a lie, it is no fun, But I have loved him since.” “Hear the witch crying louder as she’s tied up to her eye!” The people cower in fear. “Beware, shouting curses that would make your children die!” The witch has nothing left, nothing to hold dear. “Can’t believe all the fools I see, you fed them dirty lies!” The people refuse to listen, for the truth is gone. Searing flame rising higher as the last sun ray dies, “The witch will be dead before dawn!” “If this is how love is, then only my tears are the only thing I can leave!” The witch breaks free, her wings erupting high. “Take these tears, tell their story, this is not make-believe! Feel now the weight of death and a lie!” For the ABAB Witchcraft contest