Change this light from this vacant jade <br />Faded silence forming this velvet shade <br />A vapor’s care drained of all reward <br />Beneath your eyes the bruise’s discord <br />Nesting joy in your heart and pain retained <br />In the forced disturbances that you blamed <br />When the riots waged in the empty rooms <br />Mask the witches on their war brooms <br />Headed east toward the rising sun <br />Fleeing the west, the battle there now won <br />How can you stand as strong as the altar <br />There perched upon the Rock of Gibraltar <br />Waving your sword as defiantly vain <br />Awaiting the arrival of your desired pain <br />You face the magi’s of fantasy’s lust <br />Holding a weapon forged in logic’s trust <br />By the lawyers of the witches’ firm <br />Denoted beyond the witches learn <br />That fire on fire and ice on ice <br />Is not the coin to pay the price <br />Of what lies behind your proud stance <br />The banks of the Euphrates dance <br />With glee for warriors’ hearts to numb <br />Dance now hero, the witches come.<br /><br />Michael Wilbanks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-witches-come/
