Ballad of a Witch and her Doll
And now the time I fear and dread-
The time of night she won't take my head-
And help me rest my weary head-
And tired body of needle and thread.
Sowed up of scars and stitches-
Leather and lace, made with great haste-
Organs and nerves brought to life-
Hair and nail and tooth and bone, frail.
The last stitch and pain resists-
As adrenaline spikes and doesn't miss-
The shock of life brought from a witch-
Whom I love and love she does permit.
Dark hair, dark eyes and everything I cannot despise-
Always truth and honestly without lies-
So kind and caring even through the flames-
Came with the children, all of whom hate-
This lovely witch, which created me-
Which granted love for this beautiful witch-
And this witch, she did flip a switch which-
Caused a door to open a bit-
And out from under does the floor give in-
And we find ourselves alone again.
Alone again escape begins-
Run run run we do run but not for fun.
From her cabin, we do run-
Into the forest we do run-
Into the dark forest of fog and some-
Unmistaken scent of dung-
The trees above us, covered in rot-
The ground below us smothered in swamp-
The bushes surrounding are shy but grabbing-
And our boots begin to sink, sink, sinking.
The murky water of the swamp, greedy as can be-
Covers our smell and masks our bodies-
And hides us from the children's dogs-
In which can't smell, nor see us here.
As we make the other side, we see a sight that did arrive-
The sight of a small body of child-
One we knew was lost in the wild-
One poor soul is all we see, one poor soul is all that's he.
There is no beauty quite like hers-
Like hers so much, it must come with a curse-
A blessing and curse, what's yet to come is worse-
Like the clearing of trees in the middle of a forest.
Surrounded by nothing and nothing surrounds us-
We hear the cries of those who seek blind vengeance-
Vengeful souls over that which is innocent-
Yet seen as a devil, but more an angel.
As I admire the demon of an angel-
With pitchforks and torches come the townsfolk-
Aimed at her heart was a steel rod-
In the shape of a cross of their fake god.
Determined to protect her from those to us wrong-
I took in a breath and a step towards the coming fray-
This step became many that blurred into one-
And the weapons of our antagonists gawk in awe.
I lay each weapon, business end to them-
A look on her face spreads into a grin-
A look of utter terror and disgust-
Become commonplace for those with distrust.
