Witch Hunt- 30 Day Halloween Poem Challenge Poem #22
Witch Hunt -
Sister sister….you’re dead now….with ashes buried deep in a cold shallow
grave at the top of a lonely hill…
I saw you burn hotter than the sun …tied to a stake
like a dog.
Sister…oh sister…your shrieks still fill my ears from
that day as they continued to pile the wood on your funeral pyre.
I saw them laugh as the flames rose ever higher.
I could only salt the earth with my tears, I was too young to
save you, too young to bring justice
to a lighted soul such as yours that was wronged.
Now my own has darkened since that day,
blacker than a shipbuilder’s pitch.
A witch you never were, but now
a witch I have become,
and tonight I hunt.
By Philip Wardlow