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Thanks for visiting my poetry page, you are more than welcome.

I love writing, it is a form of escape, it can take you anywhere you want to go, it is your own imagination running wild,
I write poems daily, they may not be always deep, some may be too deep, but its the way I feel at the time.
Please come back from time to time and read some more.
I also have a public poetry blog, were you are more than welcome to submit a poem of your own, for the World to read.

Have a nice day.


William Sinclair Manson.


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THE WAY OF THE WITCH.

Darkness falls upon the village
were birds don't sing anymore
except the odd owl hooting loudly
and the shriek of the rampant wild boar.
The last person lived till ninety four
the rest died before they were twenty
caused by a witch burned to the stake
after her they died a plenty.
Who was this woman? why was she killed?
only a few had known
they say she practised witchcraft by night
from her cottage were spells were grown.
She lived alone with her cat
he was as black as night
into the small witching hours
you heard him screech and fight.
Smoke came from the chimney stack
colors vibrant with light
to the naked eye one could see
figures floating so bright.
Tall figures short figures animal like
were born from the color of gold
hardly a soul lived to tell
the story of darkness untold.
What were those figures why were they here?
only the lady knew why
all that was known that each new night
figures were born in the sky.
Disappearing into the night
no one knew were they would go
or the purpose of their birth
no light could anyone throw.
All of a sudden an angry crowd gathered
to catch the witch in the act
she was accused of black magic they say
no one could back up that fact.
At 10.35 on a chilly day
the witch paid the price of her ways
only a lady of ninety four
remembered those actual days.
To this day the smoke appears
even though the house is decayed
if you look very closely into the smoke
the figures still appear BE AFRAID!


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