The Witch of beldam

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The Witch of beldam

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Prologue:

"In the town of Solemn at 16xx, a Hebamme and Mrs. B were within one of the hospital rooms.

*Oh, I'd love a little girl. I always wanted grandchildren. *

The nurse came inside.

*Mrs, I'll have to say... It's actually an (...). *

Tinnitus at the prophecy.

Mrs. B fell silent.

*Witch*, she uttered."

Poem:

There was the witch of town,

A so called *traitor. *

For he took them, the insects,

and kept secret of the corpse.

Each day further at set he arose vampire,

Set through the streets of beldam, heart a fire,

and watched the lungs sway in the wind,

neath the soon risen moon, geschwind.

Door clacked open with the lock, a red ribbon in his braided hair,

No care, past the breaking furniture,

Through the hallway, None in the alleyway,

Through the window, None ven a widow.

Door to bedroom, out of boredom,

Held the knife,

As he cupped the bright blue butterfly,

And took it with him to the den.

All nice.

Why oh why, he murmured, murmured,

Alone in the den, butterfly on the wall framed,

Tears stung down his cheeks,

As pangs ate away at his heart.

And the cannibal, he thought, ought to be him.

There was blood flow of the witch,

Connected to the town of beldam,

As the reds floated pollen flower field and meadow,

He hallucinating a rainbow.

Underneath a couple loved through a kiss,

Lovely doves.

Put a red ribbon in his flowing hair,

Approached them with bread for the ducks,

And as they creaked like those same doors,

The odour of iron filled the water.

Feeding the fish,

Though body's of Jesus.

Out of the water,

the witch took two bright blue butterflies,

cupped them after washing his hands,

and went back to his den.

Why, oh why, he ruminate, ruminate,

Three lovely butterflies behind broken glass,

Bleeding free,

Tears stung down his cheeks,

As his bones were being locked.

And the key, he thought, he ought to have it.

The witch of beldam smiled bright, grinned wide,

As he strutted through the streets of beldam,

Felt the ending was near,

Through ribcage heart beating clear.

Went past the people unnoticed,

Unnecessary to, he solaced,

Til he passed a lovely lady with a red ribbon in her hair.

She swayed like the umbilical cord tied to his neck blue,

Oh, blood red, that lovely hue!

Following the lady slow,

Slow,

Slow,

Quickening pace with haste,

As she turned widows and corners,

Until she appeared at the holy gate.

Though fate, like wolf,

he readied the knife grabbed that hair,

and held it to her throat,

But as he stabbed, the wound reached him stead.

Why oh why he wailed, wailed,

The last butterfly had left the den to heaven,

While he stuck to hell.

Tears stung down his cheeks,

Cried like a little girl,

As Satan embraced his soul.

And his hands and feet he thought,

Why were they so small.

And the beldam smiled wider,

Grin turned darker,

As the light turned brighter,

And he was none.

*Witch*, he uttered.

-. Fin

ABDEL