Witch of Salem

This was the first poem I ever wrote. The original was 9000 words long. I lost it. Ten years later... I recreated it from scratch. Somewhere I lost about 2300 words. It does not seem to suffer tho

Witch of Salem

PG I:                          Created by Anthony Hotopp  

Witch of Salem                     Act I of III

 

 

 

He was sitting in a room six feet by six feet by ten feet tall

In the middle of the room was a single candle

In the middle of the candle was separate flame

 

With eye unblinking and steady of gaze

Intensely he studied this glowing haze

Till further and further, deeper and deeper

His soul heard now sounds from the ether

 

A golden pond of Nova fire

Exploded from the candles mire

Engulfed his body engulfed his soul

Pulled him into a golden hole

 

Gold drips and swirls and flows

Shifts through shapes and then explodes

Above him below him and all about

Oblivious to his startled shout

As he shot from the Golden hole

To behold a new lands myriad show

 

Of a sudden came he to himself

Became a human person again

Floating a thousand miles up

Trying to take the whole thing in

 

Imagine if you can

A completely golden land

Hill and dale, sea and sky

Golden clouds floating by

Golden lakes and golden rivers

Fountains of gold all a shiver

 

Cascading golden waterfalls, composed of golden lights

Shoot up golden slivers, up into the heights

A golden cloud approaches, to kiss him with its embrace

As he throws out his arms tucks in his chin

And is enveloped in its golden haze

“I CAN FLY,” he yells, as he dips and soars and banks with ease

As he skates throughout the sky just as pretty as he pleased

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Witch of Salem                     Act I of III

 

He spins and dances around and around

Becoming more graceful with each leap and bound

These were his thoughts along the way

On that very special day of all days

 

“ How could this happen, happen to me?

Oh God the experience of being totally free

To soar with the eagles or float like a cloud

To drop like a rock yet never hit the ground.”

He hugged himself with unrestrained glee.

 

It goes on for some time this graceful air ballet

Each moment filled elation as he dances this or that way

Till finally he approaches a moment of delay

Where he stops and hovers quite done with his play

And now it is that he does becomes aware

Of a small dark hole that also floats in midair

He banks to his left and then banks to his right

Dips into the middle of it, and pops out of sight

 

Pop:

 

He spins in an ark hair flying back

Mouth flying open and mind going slack

Pain so intense it wraps him in a ball

Yet he cannot yell out, nor scream out loud

He shoots through a jet-black tunnel, colored streamers on all sides

Knowing he must somehow get out, or surely he will die

He banks to his left and then banks to his right

With all his will he begins to fight

He dives for the bottom and then soars to the top

Hitting a purple colored steamer, disappears with another pop

 

Pop:  From his perceptions:

 

I cannot describe the beauty I see

For there is nothing comparable that it could be

A different Universe a different place

Showers of color never seen by our race

 

 

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Purple sun and pink horizon, ocher sagebrush with opal nuggets

Streambeds of diamond with gold floating upon it

Beaches of silver birch and rose

Trees of magenta glass and chrome

Ridges of rock twisting and turning

Composed of colors both cold and yet burning

 

I drop towards the bottom of a rise up ahead

With two silver trees and shrubs blooming red

Blue Mountains rise up their tops capped with ivory

Crisscrossed with paths of dew and of honey

And looming majestically dwarfing all else

Are jade strewn cliffs raising shelf upon shelf

Inset with caverns caves and with coves

With six crystal waterfalls which feed the lakes below

 

I speed toward the entrance of the largest cavern in sight

Whereupon the lip of it I land feather light

I weep with joy and fear and shame

And who can say I am to blame

For as the beauty of it sinks into my soul

It is the first time I have ever felt whole

To love an enemy or to grasp onto a star

I feel that my completeness cannot be far

 

Now:

 

Before him lays two paths one on the left one on the right

He stands there with his thoughts as he tries now to decide

The right path leads ever onward towards a cavern roof so high

A precarious bright red ribbon perched upon the caverns side

The other spirals downward into emerald deep green depths

Of a basin filled with diamonds from which the waterfalls are fed

 

His decision made towards the right does he walk

Yet not three steps taken and he has to stop

For he has forgotten how, and needs must take just baby steps

Yet even these seem great bounds, as if gravity is at rest

 Now his confidence grows, as onward he ascends

Towards the roof of the great cavern lost among the heavens

 

 

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A roof so high it does appear now to be a part of the sky

Yet lacking the starry heavens or anything to judge it by

The path grows ever steeper with the drop offs growing sheer

As the sound of waters do recede yet ever sounding near

His heart beats loud and strongly and yet he is not winded

Till finally he reaches the top whereupon the trail descended

 

And here does he now behold surely his most awesome sight

Far above the earths Inner River full of churning might

 It is a bridge made of Ivory set across cliffs of chrome

A river of all colors that empties into a vast swirling bowl

Which feeds the mighty waterfalls of diamond and of gold

Dropping to the lakes that await it far below

The purple sun sets upon the waters as if doing it on cue

Throwing off a million colors with a dominance of blue

Then the sun of purple with its horizon of pink

Settles betwixt the waters lighting it peak to peak

As Tears stain his face and run off his chin

As he keeps saying ‘Jesus’ again and again

He now watches this new world’s day come to an end

An aurora borealis in the night sky now descends

As the sun sinks down as if to make the darkness space

From somewhere within the cavern an orange/red glow now takes its place

 

He sinks to his knees as he begins to doubt his eyes

Yet he is seeing what he is seeing that cannot be denied

For it seemed there was a smaller cavern just beyond the bridge

And unless his eyes deceived him there was people just within

He wondered were they people, maybe they could talk

Yet as he got closer to the bridge he stumbled to a stop

For they were not people likened to him or you or me

They apparently had only one eye with which for to see

With feet unsteady and faltering of step

He begin once again his curving decent

 

Then: From his perception:

 

 

They were short and squat and ugly, colored an ocher red

Slim of hip and broad of shoulder supporting oversized heads

Were they friendly were they hostile, should he keep going or just stop

My God, they had no mouths surely they could not talk?

 

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Twenty now stepped forward and ten stepped to each side

Twenty to the back of them and the rest ran back as if to hide

Now like some kind of military they formed two lines two columns deep 

Forming a pincer column from the cavern to the bridges seat

Then startled me as they all dropped down each upon one knee

As the guardians of a palace do when they greet their royalty

Then came forth unexpected in here, here of all places

Truly a Goddess covered up with a dress made of white laces

Her hair like the diamond water shimmered and then flowed

Cascading down her lithe young body like the waterfalls below

Her lips I liken to rosebuds just barely in their bloom

Her face a shining wonder, dispelling all my gloom

Her skin is light translucent colored lights within it glow

Which swirl and shift within her in a myriad varied show

They are the colors of the land I realize surely she is the one

Long blue lashes surrounding eyes the purple of the setting sun

 

Then:

 

He saw all this as from a dream for he still was not that close

Yet she shined in his perceptions unreal and yet not a ghost

He stumbled down the rest of the path that they would meet upon

Until they stood upon the lip of the awesome bridge of bone

Above the diamond river above the sky blue shore

Two people met in union sensing nothing more

Embracing like lost lovers they laughed and cried and kissed

Upon the bones of Ivory between the chrome like cliffs

Then reluctantly they parted and he asked her this

 

“Who are you? Where am I? How have I arrived within this place?”

That is what he exclaimed as he made quite a wry face

“Can you speak? Can you hear me? Can you at all understand?”

It all seemed to rush out of him like the breaking of a dam

“ I am lost. I am confused. Can you tell me what is this strange land?”

Then upon his lips as she smiled she laid a gentle hand

As he gazed at her expectantly, from the midair started

The lovely strains of a whippoorwill came from lips just slightly parted

Trilling and swelling with longing, then receding to a whispers edge

Melodious and haunting like the sweetest wine on the finest binge

Leaving him shaking and wanting to taste it once again

The voice of a Goddess, the comfort of the best of friends

 

 

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He stared into her soulful eyes as they sparkled with a hidden light

Like the brightest star a beacon, leading him through the darkest night

And something deep inside of him of which he’d never known

Stirred to life within him starting as a warming glow

Stirring him into action deep within his awakening soul

As he gazed into the beautiful eyes of she who would make him whole

 

Then:  From his perception:

 

My Lady in white thus did embrace my mind my body and soul

My Lady in white in this forlorn place has come to make me whole

Oh Goddess do I deserve such delight as the touch of her brings to me?

Something trapped deep from my sight has suddenly been set free

Of the chains and bonds around myself no longer have I need

The blindness of my soul is gone and suddenly I can see

What it was I have been missing all the things that I could be

Yes, I am free, I am free

 

Then:

 

Arm in arm and hand in hand they turned now towards their destiny

Which lay within soft cavern walls beckoning to them most restfully

The escort at the bridges edge now stood as if at attention

Gazing with unblinking eye as they made their way to the entrance

Embracing each other like long lost lover did they enter the gap

So engrossed in each others presence that neither one looks back

Unseeing unknowing do they traverse the Earths deep inner track

The soft orange glowing walls gently lighting their path

Till in an ash gray chamber do they stop now their burdens laid

Upon the soft gray rock of mother earth till the dawning of the newborn day

 

 

End of Act One:  One of three:  Witch of Salem: Copy right

 

Created by Anthony H

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Witch of Salem

PG VII:                        Created by Anthony Hotopp  

Witch of Salem                     Act II of III

 

 

 

He startled awake very confused and distraught

Cradled in a bed made of ash gray rock

Then saw nestled in his arm, his princess of the night

Lines of worry seem to melt from him

As he gasps with his delight

She was not a dream nor hallucination

Of his vision or his sight

This was real she was real

Oh Lord that was a fright

For deep down inside had he really thought

He would awaken back inside his room

To the daily buzzing of his clock

Yet here she lay in the lee of his shoulder

He gazed upon her filled with wonder

Wonder at what he had done to deserve

This gentle lady in this wonderful world

Barely could he cope with this newfound happiness

Wherein the arms of a stranger he had found blissfulness

Yet stranger no more ‘he thinks’ as she opens up her eyes

For the love light shining between them could not be denied

 

And for the first time, she spoke:

 

She spoke slowly and gently yet needing not volume

Her voice sweet and pure both carefree and yet solemn

“ My love I have waited for you for 200 years

Alone in this place without the comfort of my peers

What you see is my mind what you feel is my essence

I know not how you arrived here, here in my presence

Only that I was told, my love, you would be my deliverance

So listen love, as I tell you, the sad story of my penance”

 

“In the year of our Lord in Seventeen Eighty and four

The Magistrate of Salem came pounding upon our door

His men at arms betook us, unto the village center

Where were we adjudged witches, by those whom knew not better

Although we begged and pleaded, there were no second chances

They tied us both to stakes and then piled up then the branches

Yet as they stuck the torches in, as the flames began to lick

Did my betrotheds voice inside my head, tell unto me this:

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Witch of Salem                     Act II of III

 

‘My Darling, I art sorry for what they say is true

For I have practiced witchery unbeknownst to you

Be Thou not afraid though for thy life shall I spare

Verily before their eyes thee shall vanish in the air

Now I consign thy essence, mind body and soul

To the chamber of thy inner mind

Of which thou dist not know

If then I cannot follow then lastly will I say

Another one shall come whom shall know the way

Then the edge of quite shall overcome thee

Till thou wakes embraced in the dawning of the day

When awakened thou shall tell then our story

Adding thus only this:’

“In the minds eye lies the secret: thereupon is the gist.”

 

From His Perspective:

 

Tears run down her face freely then

As her chest heaves with her despair

She falls then into my embrace

As I gently stroke her rainbow hair

I whisper to her gently,

“Oh my darling, I am here. I am here.

 

My Goddess took time to quiet then

She gently thus took my outstretched hand

We proceeded then upon clouds of emotion

Across my Goddesses always still forming land

No blurring every part so crisp and so sharp

Forever a process of beauty thus caught

Forever in motion in scope in formation

Two Hundred years of building thoughts

Thought upon thought millenniums repast

Beauty unfolding building and growing

Forever growing and not going back

Building upon each from the first stepping stone

It was here there resided a crystal tree

Fed by a purple crystal fountain

On a pinnacle composed of amethyst and rust

Which lay on the crest of a very high mountain

 

 

 

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The living water cracked and snapped

Exploding then into particles of light

The heartbeat of the living land

The source then I think of all its might

And here she continued her story

The story of her continued plight.

 

From her perspective:

 

“As the flames licked ever closer

The heat it beats now upon my skin

I thought myself demented now

That surely here I would meet my end

Then the golden light envelops me

Yet it is pulling at me from within

A light like twenty suns in the void

Radiates from inside my head

My world then does disappear

To the sound of my beloveds dying scream

To awaken thus in dark gray chambers

Thinking it thus was only a dream

Yet where was the sun the warmth?

How had I forsaken the light of day?

All I saw was gray fogs set a drifting

Over formless lands and shapeless ways

I was alone abandoned perhaps forsaken

Surely thus thought I, must I be dead

Then saw I in the distance a splash of color

A hint of movement, an inkling of red

Something was thus approaching me now

I knew not what it was it filled me with dread

For it was on of those beings which you have seen

Yet the master I think of all of them

For though they do my bidding my love

They only do it when I put it to him

Yet before the gaze of his terrible eye

I found myself then to be powerless

And lay there on the formless ground

As he touched upon me my temple and wrist

 

 

 

 

 

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Witch of Salem                     Act II of III

 

And she saw:

 

The day is bright and beautiful the autumn air is crisp

A thousand birds sing out with joy to great the morning’s gift

They celebrate the dawning wheeling in a sky so blue

Playing upon the image of a full descending moon

Then does the sun break upon the horizon

Touching the leaves that lay dew kissed

Stirred by a breeze whispering through the trees

Which in turn stirs up a soft white mist

A church bell in the distance tolls

A familiar early morning peal

As a million birds which now are bold

In the early morning air now wheel

Shaking off the night dark prisons hold

As if a moment you could steal

Yes they wheel upon the misty rays

Singing out their deepest feelings

Filling you up with an empathy

And visions of their freedom

She feels the grass ripple beneath her feet

Over there a spider does mend his web

A flower the bee does pollinate

As all others still do lie abed

This entire beauty does she thus see

Trapped in a moment of times infinity

Just because she had woke upon this morn

To thus witness nature in her majesty

Before it was too late, too late, too late

Came she to herself and still was here

Yet before this benevolent being of memory

She found that forever had she lost her fear

 

From her perspective:

 

“I tried to hold and talk to it

Yet it just turned and walked away

In fact I chased it on and on

Certainly for over a half of a day

Until it led me to a place

Where others of it lay and wait

 

 

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Witch of Salem                     Act II of III

 

They were the pieces then of my life

The visions of my unknown fate

Yes one by one they came to me

Each a forgotten long lost memory…”

 

“They broke up thus for me

The grayness of the land

They did with their deep dark eye

And with their blue veined slender hands

I did not hunger thirst or need then

Nothing besides the touch of them

Each memory thus then that did console me

Those from which my life did stem

Each memory that I had cherished

And thus had I locked it away

Although not all were always of beauty

On and on they just seemed to play

Until the moment at the appointed time

When the memories just seemed to cease

Then stood with me waiting patiently

Till with the coming of a breeze

The master floated down from the un-sky

And all the memories then disappeared

Except the master who spoke in God like thunder

So that it seemed he deafened both my ears”

 

And he said:

 

‘Child it is time for no memories are now left

I am imagination the only truly God like gift

Together shall we now mold the land

Together shall we now dissipate the mist

Together shall we now deliver it

Molding it from its very formlessness

Rise my child and take you thus my arm

For shall we now cherish the birth

Of the kingdom given you by destiny

The testing now of your true worth’

 

 

 

 

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Witch of Salem                     Act II of III

 

And we flew:

 

“We flew through twilit darkness

Thus to the center of my own being

Where six other did they join us

And formed us thus into a ring”

 

Then:

 

The seven beings surrounded her

Then did they gently begin to hum

A sound like gentle bees in flight

To the beating of a distant drum

It filled the air with energies

It filled up the air with power

Rising up from near the ground

Descending thus in a humming shower

It flowed first in then out of her soul

As waves upon the sea wall break

It gave her all that it could give

It took from her all it could take

The beings coalesced now in myriad colors

Then linking her and each hand in hand

A keening wail vibrating mournfully forth from them

A call resounding throughout the now forming land

 

And they came:

 

By the hundreds by the thousand and now by the millions

The memories of her life now came forth

Hopping skipping jumping or walking

The memories of her life now came forth

Running flying some bouncing some crawling

The memories of her life now came forth

Some silently laughing some silently crying

The memories of her life now came forth

Some memories of living some memories of the dying

They came forth and came forth and came forth

Until they extended well beyond the horizon

Further then even her eye could thus see

Each one adding with its joining

To the core of power within her being

 

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Witch of Salem                     Act II of III

 

Until she screamed:

 

 

Yet she did not scream with fear or joy

Nor did she scream with pride or shame

She screamed with the awesome growth of power

Which transcended even the meaning of pain

Lightning’s crackled from her fingertips

As the reality surrounding her begin to bend

The Growing powers of a Goddess born

Now shone out from within her skin

 

Then; from her perspective

 

“ From the depths of the dark gray formlessness

Betwixed a circle of diamonds at mine feet

The colors of mine vast emotions

Throughout the ground now did seep

They then brought life into a place

That formerly had been dead

As the colors of all spectrum and scale

Formed from thoughts about mine head

Lightning crackled and thunders roared

Now the humming reaches its lofty peak

With a scream of triumph magic soared

Flowing in waves from within me deep

Then mountains rose to meet mine commands

To gentle cradle me in their embrace

With a wave of mine thoughts Cliffs dropped down

Six crystal waterfalls did thus adorn their face

The ground split before me into endless chasms

Then again into myriad valleys, hills and coves

Trees and bushes, Grasses, meadows, and forest

Flowing flowers and streams building in droves”

 

Then:

 

Golden rays shot from out from within her eyes

To form thus the heavens burning stars

Now hey danced around like fireflies

Like little flames yet seen from afar

 

 

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They now settled into many patterns

Very much pleasing to the eye

Bewitched by a creamy violet moon

Which stood not still yet begin to fly

Yet something still was lacking

An element, which still was missing

Yes the crowning glory of the land

The heavens final triumphant kissing

A purple ball forms within her hands

Then does she throw it up into the sky

Pushing back thus the darkness mist

With pink/purple streamers writhing by

To shine on her new creations marvels

Formed whole now from he living mind

A land for which to live and grow with

By the twinkle from within her eye

A sense of peace permeates her now

For now she knows she has come home

A place Created thus to share her solitude

A place she could build and endlessly roam

 

Then formed the heart:

 

Before her in the very center of her being

Yes the center of the land she stood upon

There formed thus the life and the essences of

Like the fabled fountain of Ponce de Leon

Upon a crested wave of thoughts own song

A purple tree and crystal fountain

Bursting with energy crackling with vibrancy

And from it core a seed of purple energy

Which shot out a million purple roots

Then time once more begins to flow

Out from its deep purple shoots

And deep within this tree of life

At its essence did there form

The chamber of the summons

The last thin to be born

It is the signal of the ending

The dawning signal of the rebirth

The forming of the key

The key, which leads to earth

 

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And now there formed:

 

A bow of shining Ivory

With a string of darkest night

With an arrow formed of ebony

Crowned with a golden light

It settled within the chamber

As she heard these solemn words

The last thing, which the master spoke

Until now, the last words which she heard

 

And he said:

 

‘Child your beloveds demise is clear

He shall not ever come for you

He gave himself to save thee

There art nothing thou may do

Yet I promise in a couple of life spans

There shall come a time

An other man shall come to thee

Speaking thus only in rhyme

And thee shalt know him truly

For shalt he be like unto your love

Come to take you from this place

To soar back to the skies above

Let him take and fire the arrow

Clear up unto the morning sky

For it shall once again call up the memories

The beings, which never shall die

And he will skrie their secrets

Deep down within their beings

Yes he shall find the single key

The one, which shall set you both free

Back into the worlds time

The true conscious flow of reality

 

From her perspective:

 

“They bore me away half conscious

Whereupon they lay me within the cavern

To live there, with my memories

Until this moment happened

 

 

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The moment of thy appearance my love

The moment first we touched

The moment I first knew I loved you

The moment that I blushed”

 

Now; from his perspective:

 

Her story ended her emotions now spent

My Goddess now cried seemingly without end

Fell she spent into my gentle embrace

How I wish that I could mend

Mend the words that had rose from her lips

Word that had faltered at her last speaking

Mend the agony of two hundred years of waiting

Mend the futility of her constant seeking

The solitude thus suffered waiting for me to appear

Yet within herself had she been despairing

For what if I fell in love with her not

Or merely was past caring

For what was she to I?

She could be just another passing face

Someone I just might have passed by

In any other place

Her shock despair and happiness

Her sadness anger and fright

The sanity and the continued madness

Of her seemingly never ending plight

“Yes I love you,” I whisper

 

“ Yes my darling I really do care

For of any other upon the earth

I too have shared in your despair

For trapped was I in my own prison

Of solitude I could not share

Trapped within a shell of myself

Oblivious to my own plight

Until you lifted the darkness

With your eyes shining in my night

Releasing me thus from my own bonds

Made of the chains of my own fright”

 

End of Act Two: Two of Three:  Witch of Salem: Copy Right

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Witch of Salem

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Witch of Salem                     Act III of III

 

Then: From his Perspective:

 

From the moment he had met and touched and held her

He had known deep down that she was his

Perhaps could he be the reincarnation of her beloved

Born and died before he had lived

All he knew though were the emotions

That welled within him, oh so deep

Gentle feelings that he had only felt

Experiences of his dream girl in his sleep

 

Knowing beyond reason now; and then

That he loved her wanted her desired her

With a deep desperate longing within his breast

The only feeling of which he was sure

Was she then born of his missing rib?

The thing that made his senses swoon

Created by the Gods above for only him?

As if she were both his sun and the moon

 

Now:

 

He weeps embracing her

And sharing in her tears

Whispering to her gently calmly

Soothing thus all of her fears

 

Then he takes the Bow of Ivory

With it’s String of darkest night

He strings the Shaft of Ebony

With it’s Crown of Golden light

 

Then fires the summons into the air

Where it flies both straight and true

To burst into a sky borne rainbow

With a dominance of Purple Blue

 

 

THUS DID IT BEGIN:

T’was the beginning of the end

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‘They came’

 

A keening grew within the depths

Vibrating cascading crescendos edge

Strains of melodious tremulous wefts

Whispers of shelter and mothers breast

Crashing waves of discordant tympanic

The call went out throughout the land

Calling the children of memory

From their play amongst the sands

 

And they came:

 

By the hundreds by the thousands by the millions

The memories of her life come forth

Some hopping skipping, some jumping walking

The memories of her life come forth

Some silently laughing, some silently crying

The memories of her life come forth

Some memories of living, then some of dying

The memories of her life come forth

And come forth, come forth, come forth

 

Till they cover the horizon

Embodied, platonic, silently

A multitude now covering

As far as the eye can see

Inward, inward

Crowding, crowding

Standing there

 In their silence, loudly

 

He paces there in front of them

Picking the closest to his sight

Looking for something: Worth his discerning

Something to deliver them: From their ongoing plight

There just had to be something

Something there, which he could see

Something there, which would indicate

The prize of the lands hidden key

Unlocking thus the hidden door

Thereby setting them together free

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From his perspective:

 

I looked at ‘Them’ closely

Going thus to great lengths

To observe something hopeful

Something from which

We could draw strength

Yet did it seem to elude me

It seemed thus to escape my grasp

There was nothing remarkable of their bodies

Which from one mold seemed to be cast

 

And Yet:

 

What was it? That glittered deep within their eye?

Something deeply hidden, yet surfacing from inside

Something, which was Flickering

A red yellow, blue green light

Sometimes merely did it glitter

Then surfacing now again to shine

Light; light: maybe akin to lightning?

Light; light: the flicker of candlelight?

Light; light: the gift of Prometheus

The gift of Fire: The gift of sight

In the darkness: The torch of Gods

Lighting thus the crevasses then

The nooks and crannies of my questing mind

 

The light that soothes: The light, which burns

The light of the fire within the gallows

The light, which pulled him into this land

Thus being the fire of the candle

The solution lay just within my grasp

Then flooded me with a sense of shock

The matches I had lit the candle with

Lay in a pocket within my smock

Frantically thus do I now search

Desperate to now find my prize

The key: The key to this land

The key to open up the skies

 

 

 

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Witch of Salem                     Act III of III

 

Then:

 

Gently then he shoed his Goddess back

Then did now approach the closest being

He held up the match book and tore one out

Then prayed to the Gods although silently

He lit the match and then held it up

There, before the beings amber eye

Knowing not if it would be salvation

Or if now their fate, would be to die

Wistfully wishing that he had kissed and held her

For what might just have been: one final time

 

The eye remained suspended

Hanging there now in the mid air

The body surrounding it liquefying

Leaving only the great orbs stare

The liquid now pooled the surrounding ground

Freeing from its prison: The now throbbing orb

Into the richness of the now flowing earth 

Is the liquid now thus absorbed

 

Then:

 

Lightning now wreaths, each memories body

Spreading thus now to each single being

Leaving thus a million eyes now suspended

A startling nightmare of inescapable dream

Blue fire flicks grows, writhes, and blossoms,

From each suspended eye thus in turn

As the land which does surround them

Begins to break to smoke to burn

An awesome sphere of collective energy

Around them forms in colored rings

The ground now below them liquefies

Forming back to thoughts pure streams

The Stars above them explode in glory

Silent screams in outer space

As the now formed sphere of awesome energy

Falls tumbling into: the purple suns

Fiery embrace

 

 

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Witch of Salem                     Act III of III

 

The very air surrounding them

Explodes now into golden fire

As the streams of land beneath them

Sink back into the gray/green mire

The sun now collapses thus around itself

Like the folding of night rose petals

The sun spews mist and now is hissing

Like the steam within a boiling kettle

Then the Sphere begins to swell and shrink

Enclosing them protectively: Within its embrace

They hold each other hand and hand

Protected from the living, dying place

It banks with them across liquefied plains

To enter thus now the dying Sun

As grayness rustles back into place

The grayness from which it had come

 

Now they enter the dark black tunnel

With its colored streamers on all sides

The streams of dawning consciousness

He now does in retrospect realize

They rush now through the golden lands

Golden thoughts, which now are left behind

Then shoot out from the candles mire

Thus to tumble across the unyielding floor

To end up now in unconsciousness

Up against the hardwood paneled door

 

Now: Real time: From his perspective

 

Once again do I come to consciousness

With my Goddess cradled within my arms

Somehow: Somehow we had survived it all

We had come through without lasting harm

She gazes up at me now, oh so lovingly

She has hair the color of tawny brown

Her skin is tan and oh so healthy

Her body, supple firm and strong

Her eyes though they still shine

With delightfully mischievous delight

Are clear and blue and long lash beautiful

Singing thus her pleasure unto my sight

Yes my Goddess of only my memories

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Witch of Salem                     Act III of III

 

My Goddess I had dreamed of only loneliest nights

Now encompasses my complete reality

Laying down my fears of lonely death

Thus does she calm me of my frights

My reward for all my life’s lonely searching

Searching looking and living with strife

On bended knee: Do now I ask her

Humbly ask her: Will you be my wife

 

 

 

My Goddess for now, till my end of existence:

 

Perhaps Dreams really do come true:

 

 

Created by Anthony H

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Author's Note

An Epic