THE WITCH

I was sitting in the attic

Looking outside my window

And I saw a battle field

A battle field of pitch forks and torches

And not a single person was visible

The only thing which was visible

Was anger

Only anger

Red hot anger

Which could be shaped in any size

 Any form

Any design

I was sitting in the attic

Looking outside my window

I saw them take her away

She was a witch

They say

I saw a witch too

But it was much bigger

Much stronger

And much more deadly

It was spread through the whole crowd

Evenly and equally

Evenly and equally

I was sitting in the attic

Looking outside my window

And I saw her being killed

In a hot unforgiving and blazing fire

Lit by the witch

With flames of screams

Screams which were so loud

Than no one could hear them

I tried to quiet the screams

But the witch closed all doors

So ,

I sat there in the attic looking outside my window