Suffer Not A Witch

 

Darkness falls as the sun descends

behind the horizon

The light fades and bends

upward, reaching for me

 

I’m too far away

for the light to reach me

and the shade is drawn

as the shadows beseech me

to come to them,

come and play their mirthless games

where often monsters lurk

that have no names,

where reindeer never were

but maybe gremlins can survive

though it’s uncertain whether

any creature there’s alive

 

That fine line between

life and death is broken

in this place where death

and sorrow remain unspoken

 

They suffer me to live

only when I am a witch

for there’s so much more to give

within the grip of Dark Arts

than could ever be the case

when living life

through God’s good grace,

doing works for the good of all

with no remorse or thought of sin,

to undermine the snake

that eats men from within

and only husks are left behind…