Deserted!

A witch hunter was born! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

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…

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