Wicked Witch They say when she died, the earth went dry. The brooks no longer babbled The streams no longer sung The rivers’ roar was muted The witch’s wicked deeds were no more. No one shed tears for her loss Tears, the very lifeblood of a world that Savors sorrow Feasts on failure And dines on despair. The wicked one protected them, and now she was no more. But the townsfolk didn’t know that, They cried: Witchcraft Wizardry Warlocks The wicked one must have an accomplice. The village was shut and bolted Ever door was locked Every window closed No one came in or out Until… One night, under the cover of darkness, In slipped a girl Exhausted Abused And entirely alone. She stumbled out of the forest and tripped on a freshly dug grave Unmarked, just like her mother’s had been Far from town, just like her sister’s Forgotten, just like her daughter’s She fell to her knees and cried Cried for her sister, her mother, and all who had come before her And as she gave her grief to the world, the earth awakened Cracks of ground split and unfurled daffodils, carnations, and chrysanthemums. Around this witch’s tears The earth came back to life. Sisters in Witchery and Woe Witches worship in the moonlight Witches worship in the dead of night Under the stars, these sisters come out to dance They raise their heads and start to prance The pale moon’s light illuminates the act Of independence and freedom and not caring a bit about tact They stand proud and tall Hand in hand They hold one another as they claim the land For themselves and for the moon and for animals far and wide They rejoice, for this is the one time they don’t have to hide A wild song plays through their head They dance for their living, their weeping, and their dead To embrace one another as truly themselves That’s what sisters do, as they pluck wine from off the shelves And they are like sisters, but do not as they do They love one another — this much is true Embraced and engaged The moment not at all staged The song inspires passion In all types of fashion Where does one body stop and the other begin? In such joy and ecstasy, the world seems to spin To be with those you love is a wonderful sight Too bad they had to fight for the right To hold one another in the companionship they share To smile as one runs fingers through her girlfriend’s hair The rhythm goes on, as the moon gets higher They are powerful and awe-inspiring; nothing for them is too dire But as the sun wakes, they are forced to retreat, Gather up the bottles and clothes that lie at their feet They do up their corsets and layer on their skirts They fix each other’s bonnets and button up one another’s shirts They must go to their jobs as mothers, wives, and maids They leave behind secrets of the moon and all of their escapades.