I can feel it
All the strangeness of this land upon me
The bizarreness of this life broken, degraded, floating on the surface of the sea
They took another of mine today, sister and sun
A trial and a test to determine what we’ve become
Bucolic and tender on the first of this may
A broken clock is correct twice a day
Changes her face when she sets, changing her faith if she lets
I’ll bend time, I’ll patch and thread
It’s May second now and another is dead
Alice, Alice, Jennet and Jane
No matter their crimes, all the same
You’ve had your pound of flesh
You’ve all done your bit
FE FI Fucking FOE I’m done with this shit
Lets give them hell
LETS GIVE THEM OUR FIRE
Blaze up this summer with fragrant desire
A spell for the fallen a spell for our spawn
A spell for the twinkle a spell for the unborn
We’ve observed it all, unbeknownst to you I’m sure
Together the five of us, standing strong on the moor
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I’m a hellraiser alright
Palms charged, pressed into earth
But in this moment
why does it still linger and hurt
Banshee screech Accalia Howl
Whine, Groan and Scratch
Lunar rising, put down the towel
Sisters snuff the burning match
Your dysfunctional neighbours
Mark of the devil
My presence here
staggers your ticket to heaven
Well, the curlew signals that spring is here
Lavender, eye of newt ill be steering clear
The hunt is ripe, in their eyes i'm just the type
Hounds of law come for me and mine
For some, it could be their time
My wisdom shelters me
from the winds of the bigoted and small
A few hundred years, women getting free
there is a little witch in us all.
Hellraiser
A poem by Molly Lynch | May 19
