Black Witch
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This poem on the "Black Witch" is actually part of a greater epic narrative poem I am also presently working on mainly in free verse that concerns a medieval witch in Central Germany (named "Rosalia"), who has her Witches' Coven in the Harz Mountains near the Brocken Summit. For this particular effort, I've formatted this current poem into nine quatrains so as to compete in the upcoming ABAB WITCHCRAFT Poetry Contest to be held on September 4, 2014. (Gary Bateman - August 19, 2014)
Born and raised as a little child in a Witches’ coven,
the Black Witch was indeed a very precocious child
whose hell-spawned soul was seared in Hell’s oven,
and like Medusa herself was a creature gone wild.
The Black Witch had a craggy, malevolent demeanor
and at a glance was stark, sinister, menacing and unholy,
with jet black snake-like hair making her even meaner;
she was a reincarnated spirit dispelling all things good and holy.
The Black Witch was imbued with uncanny, unearthly powers
and had dark probing eyes and exceptional sensory perception,
and a bulbous, bile-ridden black wart was prominent among her powers,
and protruded close to the tip of her nose from the time of her conception.
She used the bile, putrid liquid extracted from her black wart to capture
and poison and corrupt the life essence of her victims—if they resisted;
she acutely honed her pagan skills in the Black Arts to the highest rapture
while using her Gorgon-grimaced face to strike fear in all who resisted.
As the most favored disciple and mistress of the Dark One,
the Black Witch possessed a withering and wicked mesmerizing gaze
used masterfully to corrupt and control souls for the Dark One,
dooming her victims forever to a land with an impenetrable haze.
The Black Witch brewed alchemic poisonous potions to a hideous effect,
using them to startle, stun and paralyze her victims with unending fear
while unmercifully taunting and tormenting them with equal evil effect,
using Witchcraft to destroy once innocent souls and harvest fear.
Intoning “Our Father, which wert in Heaven,” the Black Witch
began her Black Mass sessions with spirited evil and debauchery,
conjuring terrifying dreams and consigning victims to a black pitch
all the while laughing and reveling in all the evil and debauchery.
The Black Witch delighted in being “The Devil’s Concubine” by name,
for her liaisons with Lucifer made her omnipotent and devoutly unholy.
Her unbridled sense of power and invincibility was the Black Witch’s aim,
for this fed her conviction to do vicious and evil things—to be unholy.
To know the Black Witch was to realize a gorgonesque damnation forever
while she pursued the unholy glorification of her master—Lucifer.
The Black Witch was granted the power of all hell-spawned demons forever
to support and consummate her unholy activities in the name of Lucifer.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (August 19, 2014)
(Rhymed Quatrain)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014
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