Part 1- Witches
Darkness fills the moors,
evil or fear stummbles through the grass
and he notices a woman sitting by a pot of brass
surrounded by herbs such as Hawthorn berries
and devils cherries.
but she looks up and see's
she stands then starts to run
for she knows the witch hunter, hunts only for fun
the 'witch' starts to slow when she see's the door green
she reaches for the door handle and is quick for she must not be seen.
she is now no longer safe
at each window there is a man in red
'come out you witch' is what they said
there is no where to go
so she waits for her death, her death that will be slow.
Part 2- Wizards
Fall among the valleys to hide and crep,
Find the puddles of wisdom and swim a mile deep
To ask the wizard why it is I bleed and weep
To give me an honest answer and no deceitful weave
Can he tell me why this is what ive come to be
I see the wizard and he’s drawn deep within,
Deep inside his mystic skin.
Destroyed by his own heroin sin
So I restart but where to begin
A flash of light and I return,
Back to this place of disconcern
on the banks of a painful stream
was I gone or was it a dream
if even the wizard can fall foul,
to the acute viciousness of the crowd
and easily surrender his magical crown.
what hope is there for us all,
earth bound naturally,
but hell bound after all