The Souls Stared

Witches, souls, witch hunters

 

The room was dark,

apparently the witch liked to sleep

in total black,

no light could seep,

as her nightmares attract,

and in her soul it’ll keep.

Someone entered the room,

she listened,

and heard a deep, even breathing,

scratched her palm,

gently, with her pinky finger,

and she was amazingly calm,

she then heard haunting cries,

so she sat up,

and pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes,

she frowned for just a moment,

as slightly invisible souls appeared,

she rested her head against the head board,

and that struck the souls as odd,

then she slowly began to float,

upwardly,

bile rose in her throat,

her lungs tightened, her mind staggered,

a blunt force rammed into her chest,

blood all over her night dress,

witch hunters glared,

the souls stared,

as their warnings fell on deaf ears.

Reviews

[Legion]

I think you got something pretty interesting here. Would like to see more with it. Perhaps an epic poem or series of stories or something. Kudos.

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Striking piece. I enjoyed.
FF