Who were your ancestors…

burning

Hearken now and hearken well
A tale of witchcraft I shall tell
For from a past so riven in guilt
Where so much witch’s blood was spilt.
Who now reside in darker places
Or hide behind the cowan’s faces
For now they take the left-hand path
To serve eternity their wrath.
And scrying shows to them the foe
For them a death in pain they’ll know
They seek descendants of life’s bane
Who in the burning times caused pain
And dark black arts on them they’ll use
No widdershins can stop their ruse
The dead will fall and go to Hell
So heed my tale and heed it well.

©Joe Wilson – Who were your ancestors…2016