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Witch's Night

T'was moon high and blood deep
Stars bright within the darkness
The air fell still as the black cat screeched
Above the flames, my cauldron steeped

I am the descendant
Of the last witch hanged
Magick flows within my veins
Between the veils I reign

Fear me for my rage knows no limits
Snatching the souls of those who wronged me
Listening to the screams as they melt in the pot of regrets
I am not one to forgive and forget

About This Poem

Last Few Words: There is some truth to this poem. I am the descendant of the last Salem witch hanged.

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe, Jim Morrison

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Comments

Rosewood Apothecary

2 years 8 months ago

Very interesting bit of info

So yeah that’s something. Man those puritans really were the worst. I can only assume she cured someone’s fever absent of prayer with actual medicine, delivered babies, or like was misfortunate enough to have her neighbors livestock become sick or have their crops fail. Guess since you’re here with us they weren’t even that good at breaking their own commandments.
You have a really good structured romp here. Loose enough so as not to be stuffy but definitely tight. Also, I want to explore the possibility of an undercurrent of female empowerment or dare I say, the proclamation of the divine feminine.

Excellent writing,
Tim

RoseBlack

2 years 8 months ago

Thank you!

From what I have researched, she was twenty-two years old and had a developmental disability, thus she was accused of being a witch. She was pardoned 329 years later.

Rosewood Apothecary

2 years 8 months ago

Omg

That’s actually so much worse. How craven can a society get? I’d like the state of Massachusetts to bring posthumous murder charges on the perpetrators of these crimes. If we can pardon the dead in some token display we can prosecute them as well.

RoseBlack

2 years 8 months ago

It is awful

Her father described her as "simplish" at best. Those girls who started the whole nonsense should've been punished severely.

Jackweb

2 years 8 months ago

A bold speech!

The use of pronoun makes me to visualize a person who stands boldly on a podium addressing audience about his/her magical powers. I rather keep off from such fellow than to wrong her. Witches never show mercy no matter your friendships with them. They rather plague you severely than to forgive! Now her intent is revealed, whosoever that knows her should keep at bay. That's my own word.

Beautiful write!
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RoseBlack

2 years 8 months ago

Thank you Jack

Glad you enjoyed and I like your interpretation of the poem! I believe you are spot on.

Lavender

2 years 8 months ago

Witch's Night

Hi, RoseBlack,
(A horrifying period in time.) When reading your poem aloud, it sounds like a chant one would hear over a cauldron full of screaming souls. I can believe a witch's rage knows no limits.
L

RoseBlack

2 years 8 months ago

Hi Lavender

It definitely was a horrifying time! I have been to Salem a few times and never realized I was connected. I like your interpretation of the poem as a chant. Reading it again, it does sound that way.