The witch's laugh,

Where ancient curses belong...

Enslaved to her,

I sing a song.

-

'An eye to see,

A toe grown old.

A lifeless youth,

A story told.'

-

Her shriveled face,

And bulbous nose.

A toothless grin,

And wrinkled clothes.

-

She calls to me,

'Oh slave, do bode,

Another song,

Omen foretold.'

.

'But keep at work,

And don't dare stop,

'for if you do,

I'll take your heart.'

-

Her voice sent shivers,

And I added more,

Of rats tongue into

The potion I stirred.

-

Then I kept on singing,

And the pot bubbled smoke,

That filled up the cave,

I tried hard not to choke.

-

'The darkened moon,

Will bleed again,

And rusty nails,

Will be your friends.'

.


'The end of time,

Will last forever.

While monsters cry,

And death doth end.'

.


'A pinch of this,

A dash of that,

The wings of fairy,

A poor man's cap.'

.


'Some words in latin,

Spoken with hush.

The potion is finished,

The night mustn't rush.'

-


The witch did cackle,

All things seem grim,

The cave walls glowed,

And from them I heard hymns.

-


'Well done, my boy.'

The witch did say.

'Condemned are all,

May all dismay!'

.


''sept you, and I!

And things of old.

The story is finished,

The nightmare foretold.'

-

And as all things came to an end,

I looked outside,

And I,

I grinned.


© Tobias Winters.