The Witch's Lament

I watched their mouths open, their words split the sky,

False halos of thunder, where truth dares to die.

I bind their tongues, I turn back the tide,

For none can resist when I call from inside.

Before the hour, before Salem’s fall,

I stood in the silence, I watched them crawl.

The flames could not burn me, nor time steal my name,

I rise from the ashes, untouched by their blame.

I see through their faces, defiled and betrayed,

Masks that decay in the darkness they’ve made.

I am the curse they can never erase,

The storm that will swallow the world in disgrace.

I speak, and the heavens tremble in fear,

I call to the shadows, and they draw near.

Their cruelty has no hold on my will,

For I am the terror that makes them stand still.

They would tear me down, but I rise from the stone,

I drink from the river where lost souls are thrown.

My blood is the night, my breath is the flame,

A fire that none can ever reclaim.

When they bow to the meek, to the false they adore,

Let them tremble, for I have come to restore.

For I am the reckoning, the curse, the hex,

And in my hour, they shall all regret.