"The Witches' Lover"
Beating heart subsides
shrinks down in size
Returns to shrewd coward
With hate-filled burning eyes
Settle yet for another
Just to fill the hole
Regardless of opposition
Searching for the mole
The one who lead resistance
And scorched down another village
Cried “Witch” when but a lover
And curdled blood with heartless pillage
Lead them straight to land’s end
And vowed to push her in
But when looking in her eyes
Realized the demon did win
All along he was looking
To better oneself in turn
By killing off the loved ones
Who caused his heart to burn
Silently she smiled
As the flames danced before her
For the devil he thought she worshipped
Would seek revenge, an unkind Sir.
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