Crimson Witch
Crimson Witch is walking,
See her stealthy stalking
Along the forest trail.
Crimson Witch is grabbing
Children with her stabbing
Fingers—hear them wail.
Villagers are raising
Pikes and torches blazing
As hot as crimson hell;
Witch’s cottage flaring.
Villagers not caring
What the curses tell.
Crimson curses dooming
Villagers, and looming
Immense along the years:
Pestilence descending--
Plague, their bodies rending—
Crimson colored tears.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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