I watch in amusement,
these four teenagers are bold ----
they prepare the ritual,
ready to call me whole.
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They are in a basement, under the floorboards,
candles and my chant on a table,
there is a mirror in the middle of the room
black and white candles sublime ---
tempting their desires
Their awe would soon rot.
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The two boys and two girls sit in a circle, wild,
holding each others' hands at witching hour,
they chant my prayer,
I am the slayer
who the mortals call upon out of enchantment ---
once you call upon me, there's no coming back,
you will not return to what you once had seen,
The truth will drive you crazy.
Goons, you will lose,
I warn you through intuition
Don't call because I am not what you seek,
Go home and sleep peacefully.
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The four children chant three times slowly:
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"Looney Meek of The Sheep Keep,
We call upon thee:
We wish to see your presence,
Show us our sins ---
Are we holy or unsaved?
Looney Meek, we pray that you reach out to us mortals
on this very day.
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What will we see?
Will we be spared
with dignity,
or sheep of your keep?
Please seek us, Meek."
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It is silent at first,
Then, ravens fly outside,
and the mirror cracks three times:
the children's eyes widen in horror,
as I make myself known in their mirror,
The first girl gasps in fear and weeps,
"Looney, I am sorry, please forgive me,"
I scoff at how foolish she appears to be.
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The shorter boy was in disbelief,
"My eyes are playing tricks on me."
I narrow my eyes, curious yet in denial,
My magic senses his turmoil,
a typical sheep,
a weak-minded symphony.
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The last girl believes, and nods after meeting my gaze,
"Thank you, Looney Meek.
We are sorry for calling you.
Here, you are set free;
our offering is peace."
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Smart girl,
she is now regretting her tempted nature
and sees that I am darker than my small figure.
She attempts to end the ritual,
until the taller boy laughs proudly,
saying he heard about me,
a Salem Witch burned at stake,
fire and torches, I was set ablaze;
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His offbeat comments reek of arrogance;
his pride, a stench, a foul fragrance.
I was wronged;
these mortals trespass pasts uninvited to them,
Their ignorance is a sweet taste that I cannot resist,
My vengeance is sealed with a venomous kiss.
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"You have called upon thee,
An innocent girl who was called a witch;
an embarrassment to God; obscene
burned by women who held jealousy,
and men who hated dichotomy.
I was then spared by God,
Told to rule the Sheep Keep,
for those that refuse truth and uphold conformity.
I linger in the mirrors, waiting for the newest sheep;
you mortals shall now see if you are worthy of the keep."
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They scream and beg that I spare them
of punishment,
but most who call never flee
I have trapped them in the Keep ---
Those that are pure never call me,
just an unexpected visit from me,
They just let forces be
and don't open doors that they can't clean.
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These school children follow the herd,
never will they unbury my former hurt.
bird-men lead these tainted beings from the stake,
they scream and beg,
imprinted by the birds who expect their stay.
The children claim that they must leave,
but now they live the silence of those
curious enough to end me.
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I show them the day that shaped me,
And they peer in the mirror, seeing the tempted villagers avenge thee,
where they took pleasure in seeing me burn
They called me cursed.
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Chanting: cursed, cursed, cursed
Once the chanting stopped,
the murmurs of the villagers henceforth
they were intrigued
waiting to see my body bleed:
"Mommy!" I scream as the men light us ablaze,
Questions ring in the air,
wondering what will happen,
Will I burn or steam?
Beg for mercy?
or scream in pain?
Will the devil leave me?
Many wait and see
what happens to mother and me,
I fear the fire quickly inching to my feet.
I beg that they release me;
The cruel bite soon takes me ----
the fire scorches my arms like igniting leaves ---
Men, women, and children chant louder and louder,
their voices sounded like drums beating me yonder.
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This is the price I pay as a troubled girl
who accepted the darkness long ago ---
my verdict was untrue,
Yet many today open doors too soon.
Stranger, do not call me,
Curiosity is not what it seems,
You open doors that you shan't see,
Mortals still haven't learned what death means.
Those spared face life and death,
knowing that every action has a consequence;
they let the past be,
and don't open doors that bleed,
Do not call me.