A Season Of A Witch

Through current trends it all depends on what we are to say,

In the most delicate of ways preened to inner demise…

The decorated vase had been painted in fluorescent lights

The call of the wild to calm a lonesome child

A Season Of A Witch with a twist;

In view of relative ways we become helpless but then regarded,

In vast illustration we need a rest on some long awaited vacation

The twilight sun has tainted our vision in flight

We walk on loose egg shells in the parchment decorum in plight

When most women are in peril we long for a source,

The notion of inner thought by which to ponder

In lone solace we gain wisdom & great knowledge

Some of which have been learned in collage

The beat of a clock to watch as the grand tick to ck

We have been accustomed to the dark

This had lit a spark that will ignite the inner flame

Who is to blame in the darkest moments of pain

Many have fallen in the way going totally insane

The rise of the church and the fall of mankind

One will learn to seek a verse or that of a rhyme

Character has beneficial qualities & then

The thought of beauty can come from within;

We loom in the dark to seek a quest

A final place of peace & rest

When one is of heated decorum or jest.

Many are being put to the ultimate test!

In moments of solemn waiting applause alone

In rich appearance to all fall in line

Although the question may fall a bit sublime

The applause of the audience will evoke fear to some

Still many others will fall away to run

The rain in snow to pull apart

We lit the spark that ignited the flame

Yet who are they to blame?

To listen in the wake of theatrical applause

Others have become such a lost cause.