To Cry Witch


All the town was going crazy

as if a madness had descended on them

Everywhere they went

a finger was pointed

and the cry of


was heard

No woman was safe

The young,

the old

the ugly

the beautiful

Accused of being a witch

your fate was sealed  


  • Author: woodkatie28 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2019 00:14
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  • Fay Slimm.

    Yes those were the days when none could be familiar with herbs etc for healing - -a dangerous time to be called a witch.

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