Witches Hurdle Time

Slipping through the beating race of Time

We have scurried, dreaming, nine by nine

Witching, singing, making spells by rhyme

We covet that which for now is thine.

Witches! Pray thee, let us sing our song

We thrive on hatreds amid the throng

Our joy is found in fortune truly long

And spell out our truths where we belong.

Arriving, surviving

Fair witches dreaming

Of mating and hating

Scratching, detaching

Spoiling and boiling

Spitting and hitting

Those whom we hate.

Remorseless in poison

Looting, deforming

Beckoning, storming.

Thrusting and pinching

Stabbing and wasting

Jabbing and tasting

Chasing hot blood.

Rub-a-dub-dub

Rub-a-dub-dub

Rub-a-dub

Rub-a-dub

Rub-a-dub-dub.

Well said creatures, well portrayed

They shall suffer and be sore afraid.

While some might scheme their petty hates

We pull, entice and seal their fates.

Blessed ones, we have re-formed here

Scent you some horrors in this air?

Although our notions are not yet clear

We wait until we shall mount the stair.

We, a thousand years and more, have flown

From pale, torn Macbeth long since cheated

Time cracks open and through we slip

Disasters await those defeated.