Witch
They call me evil, spell-caster, Witch.
Relegate my sister kin and I
To sinister niche
So own conscience will not itch.
We are drowned, hung, burned,
For fear of dark contagion
Ostracized, ousted, spurned.
Has not yet human kind learned
Their need, self first to feed
Is at expense of all?
Summons such voracious greed
They leave own children out to bleed.
I salivate through hungry teeth
On innocence delicious, I will feast
That short sightedness did bequeath
From lack of backbone, spine beneath
The pretty skin of mother shrew,
Temptation's fool of father.
Too late their choices to undo
Sweet seed in my direction strew.
Cast off, alone in deep woodland
In this wretched time of famine
From love and care forever banned.
T'is something that I understand.
Now siblings nibble at my lair
This lure I've built of candy,
Of own redundance quite aware.
Why is it that I should care?
Accursed as Witch, a Witch I'll be.
Fatten up my feast.
Reaping unrepentently
What label Witch bestowed on me.
Boy I've caged, the girl enslaved
Herself would take his place.
This connection she's not waived
Two skins or none that would be saved.
Though sight is blurred my scent is keen.
I smell their desperation,
Yet fear some trickery unseen
My fattened boy is far too lean.
This hunger burns. It cannot wait.
Impatience path I choose to take.
Unbeknownst foretell own fate.
My witch's greed is sister's bait.
With pretense that it wasn't clear
At what heat to cook her brother,
She bade me to the oven near
I bent low inside to peer.
"What a stupid girl!" I thought
Before I felt fierce push
That thrust me into flames so hot
Scream inside my throat was caught.
An earthly threat I ceased to be.
I cooked, I burned, I melted.
In the end they out-witched me
Their love and clever set us free.
In chimney up, my ashes flew
We witches do not die.
It's deeper insight we accrue.
So I give my nemeses their due.
With sight unbound within I see
From this ether place of rest,
How this beginning came to be.
There's more than dark humanity.
Black and white's a mix of grey
There are cracks where light gets in.
Blame is not the only way
Our own dark evils to allay.
© Grapher Sept 2015
