In that deserted dank house is a dark secret

a despair that depresses the passersby

no record of  how long it had been empty

silent and cold it was just rotting there

the tension and hate permeated the air

rumours prevailed it was a witches’ lair!


Simmering with a loathing and ritual sacrifice

these memories hidden and suppressed

waiting for the latent component to rekindle

to wreak havoc on the population once more

yet the witch hunter was a vital missing element

like the slayer was by the ancient elders sent!


A few months later a young female abruptly awoke

from a strange dream that showed a house

and with no fear she entered on her own

a glowing ring on her finger giving  power

before her figures like gnarled witches stood

cowering as she came in and she felt good!


Perplexed by this unusual dream she sat up

aware she was not there alone anymore

an elegant old lady then softly spoke

telling her she was now the chosen one

and handed the ring she had just seen

soon a teacher would be upon the scene!


Again she sat up in bed had this been an illusion

then in her mind strange thoughts began to stir

on the index finger was the ring so much confusion

getting up she knew many events would now occur

at that moment a man was walking up to the door

his wisdom from this day she would never ignore!


In that house yet to visit chanting came from beneath

her vengeance there she was yet to bequeath!


The Foureyed Poet.

Published in: on 21/10/2009 at 00:11  Comments (4)  

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  1. Reblogged this on The Foureyed Poet and commented:

    A witch hunter was born! The Foureyed Poet.


  2. I do agree


  3. Every town seems to have a notorious abandoned house with tales of supernatural…..or two….or three.


  4. Beautiful! Thank you. Adrián


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