Ding-Dong!
They rejoiced that the Witch was dead,
“No more evil! No more pain!” They happily said.
All too well they knew the Witch was cruel,
Yet in their blissful ignorance they forgot her one rule.
“Kill me here! Burn me there or stab me where I lie!
None of that matters because a Witch like me, will never die!”
Their day of sunshine and gay dancing,
Was darkened by black clouds and Demonic chanting.
As the Priest tried to make sense of this new strange day,
A cold voice rang out “Revenge is mine!”, that voice did say.
Women and children were told to hide,
While the men stood strong and tall and stood behind.
But the Witch didn’t want to fight or kill any of the men,
Oh no, her plan was wicked to the bone and it involved all of the women.
One by one, she cursed their wombs and broke all of the men by shattering their worlds,
Every woman was cursed to bear no sons but only girls.
The Witch’s soul wasn’t dead and this wasn’t her end,
Now the Witch will be reborn, again and again.