~The Witch Upon the Hill~
Her eyes are black, the midnight sea,
Her hair, a sooty cloud
Her voice, the winds of fantasy,
Her heart like fire, and proud
I could not help but watch her
As beneath the moon she danced,
She whirled, she cast, she conjured
She sang a mystic chant
She soared into my soul that night
The starry sky her wings
She whispered secrets in my dreams
And spoke of sacred things
In my mind, she entranced me
Her kiss was magick-laced
Her touch, it left me trembling,
And craving her embrace
The skies obey her every wish,
The elements, her commands,
She wields a power o'er me,
My heart lies in her hands
For her I'd cross the universe,
For her I'd swim the sea,
But what could an Enchantress want
with a simple man like me?
She came, and said, "I love you,
And likely, always will."
My heart, I pledge, forevermore
To the Witch upon the hill
-DUNCAN WALLACE
This poem is dedicated to
Sarah Osborne
Who died in jail on May 10, 1692.
Bridget Bishop
Who was hanged on June 10, 1692.
Sarah Good and her unnamed child
The baby died in jail just before its mother was hanged on July 19, 1692.
Elizabeth How
Susannah Martin
Rebecca Nurse
Sarah Wildes
All of whom were hanged on July 19, 1692.
Reverend George Burroughs
Martha Carrier
George Jacobs
John Proctor
John Williard
All of whom were hanged on August 19, 1692.
Ann Foster
Who died in jail sometime after September 10, 1692.
Giles Corey
Who was pressed to death on September 19, 1692.
Martha Corey
Mary Esty
Alice Parker
Mary Parker
Ann Prudeator
Wilmot Reed
Margaret Scott
Samuel Wardwell
All of whom were hanged on September 22, 1692.
And to
Sarah Dastin
Who was pardoned when the madness of 1692 came to an end, but who died in jail all the same, unable to pay her jail fees.
May we never forget.
