WitchesA Poem by ronThe true face of witches“Witches” o Endless rows of burning witches. o Some cry out for redemption. o Burn them high and burn them bright, that’s the call in the night. o Burning witches swirl around burnt to ashes on the ground. o Turn and turn thrice around, burning witches on the ground. o Dunk them once and dunk them twice just to see them plead and fight. o Witches, witches there they go, they steal your food and your souls. o That’s the call of those who know. o Come with me to the glens see the witches once again. o They plow they sew but steal no souls. o These are witches to behold. o No fires burn to purge one's soul. o Only peaceful people who wish to grow. o Children play and parents watch. o We don’t hate and we don’t plot. o Let us show you real majick. o In the forests and the thickets. o Plant a seed in the ground, give it water and dance around. o Dance for nature dance for love, dance and dance in circles round. o We can’t fly or give evil eyes. o We cherish life and hold it high. o This is the real majick that we hide, from those who hate us because of a churches pride. © 2013 ronReviews
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Added on June 29, 2013Last Updated on June 29, 2013 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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