Abeii Lloust - Witch Hunter

Darkness fills the moors,
evil or fear stummbles through the grass
and he notices a woman sitting by a pot of brass
surrounded by herbs such as Hawthorn berries
and devils cherries.

but she looks up and see's
she stands then starts to run
for she knows the witch hunter, hunts only for fun
the 'witch' starts to slow when she see's the door green
she reaches for the door handle and is quick for she must not be seen.

she is now no longer safe
at each window there is a man in red
'come out you witch' is what they said
there is no where to go
so she waits for her death, her death that will be slow.

Abeii Lloust

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