The New Generation of Witches of West End

The Muted Tale Poem

When the tales of old were brought down,
A maiden listened while making a flowered crown.
Breeze blew through and caressed fiery curls
As seasons changed and spring slowly unfurls.
Flowers in her lap were a big heaping miss,
But there was something wrong with this young lass.
She was on who was called a mute,
And wanted to make noise like a flute.
A language she made using her hands
That were unadorned with wedding bands.
The village shunned and cast her away,
But that fact didn't make her mind sway.
She had but one sister who was blind,
And no one she came across was kind.
She quickly passed away and left the younger alone, distraught;
There was no money so no food could be bought.
But she was made happy with simple things,
Like a rabbit that came across what summer brings.
There's a tale she'd like to tell,
One that she couldn't be made to sell.

There lived a mute in a far-off place,
No one dared to see his face.
He was tall and fair haired,
And the villagers caused him to be scared
For his life because he was different from them.
His clothes weren't the best; stitches came undone at the hem. 
An alright life he lived near a brook,
But when thunderstorms came, he shook.
He wished and hoped and all day he did pray.
They were soon answered; his life changed on a May day.
A boy his age with hair of fire arrived.
People knew right off he was food deprived.
But it was soon made clear
This new strange boy could not hear. 
The mute and deaf quickly met,
And best friends they became, and neither made a fret.
Days faded into weeks, then months, and a year,
And the villagers started to cause them to fear.
They whispered amongst themselves with distrust,
Before they took action and chased them to a cave of rust.
The two boys had their special language and were close;
Villagers didn't approve and wanted them to lose.
It was found out they were lovers,
And they didn't have mothers.
But one in the angry crowd felt sorrow,
So he had a plan to have them escape on the morrow.
It was soon found out his plan,
And they caused him to scram.
The two did follow him secretly and managed to escape,
As shadows following the light like a cape.
They were happy and far better off.
They could finally achieve what they sought.
Be patient and there's always someone there,
Who knows and will care.