The Mirth of the Fell Sisters

A Poem by J.A. Stevens

seven witches conjure up their own demise

The Mirth of the Fell Sisters
By: J. A. Stevens

Seven eerie sisters
On a cold October eve
Sat around a candle
Wicked magic they would weave

They laughed as they spoke it
So they cast their evil spell
As they hailed a demon
From the deepest darkest hell

The beast came as bidden
And the girls roared with delight
They set it on the town
In the middle of the night

Terror struck the people
As the devil raised his hand
And sent his fell minions
To wreak havoc on the land

The people all were slain
Man or woman girl or boy
And the sisters cackled
In their misbegotten joy

The town it was destroyed
And it fell into the dust
They urged their horrid brute
To fulfill its cruel bloodlust

But with the people dead
Yet it did not sate the beast
It turned upon the seven
To prolong its ghastly feast

The fiend now is unbound
And freely it hunts at will
The sisters have well learned
It will never eat its fill

So beware the hallows eve
when October’s last bell tolls
For the demon it roams yet
Always seeking for new souls

(36 lines)

© 2011 J.A. Stevens

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Flopp

I love the way the rhymes create a rhythm in my head. ABCB rhyme scheme works very well in this poem and it doesn't feel forced at all. The setting starts off with something of a typical medieval folk lore, and the part where the demon killed off its summoners, emphasised the bloodlust. Great piece!