Poetry Month Gone Dark: DS Scott's Witch

Witch - © D. S. Scott - 2015

I am torn and bloody, whipped with birch

While you all sit and watch from your holy perch

Safety from an evil one, you look for and search

Thinking you will be protected by some church

I must find humor because I know otherwise

Your actions thought to save, will bring demise

To the ways of the world, you will soon be wise

I promise you this, I will tell you no lies

You cry and rage that the devil dwells inside

This simple truth, I will not try to hide

I am his servant and I must always abide

Up to the last moment when I have died

He is the true leader of your dear universe

And he giveth to me the power to curse

So you shall see, I will make it all worse

I will cast such spells, that have no reverse

Throughout my trials you covered me in pitch

You set me on fire and threw me into a ditch

Finding you couldn’t burn me, you called me witch

And your tactics for murder you had to switch

Trying to get rid of me, you cast me into the moat

You tried to drown me but all I did was float

Finally, you cast amongst yourselves a vote

And decided upon the fate of rope ‘round my throat

Now as I walk, I look up and see the gallow

Below, meant for me, lies a grave so shallow

Some think to the ways of the world I am callow

But the ground I walk is something to hallow

At last, the time has come for me to hang

I let out a shrill laugh followed by a harangue

Then as the rope snapped tight, bells rang

And all around people went and sang

At last you have finally gone and killed me

But all along these were my plans for thee

I swear, Lucifer shall come back for you all to see

Even God himself cannot stop what is to be

Satan himself will come back, you fool

He will not be confined to some burning pool

Putting me amongst you, he used me as a tool

I have simply paved the way for his glorious rule

 DS Scott's Bio:

When D. S. Scott was fourteen, a friend suggested he write a short story. He began writing and immediately took an interest in it. A couple weeks later he finished and was surprised to find how much he enjoyed writing it. In the years since, Scott has written in several genres but has found a particular interest in horror and suspense. He enjoys writing poetry, short stories and has started on a novel. Finding writing to be a creative outlet, he kept with it and followed his goal to publish.

He currently lives in North Carolina with his dog, Bandit.

Links:

Sulfur & Silk - D. S. Scott - Writer - Facebook Page

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Amazon - He Comes In Many Forms

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Smashwords - He Comes In Many Forms

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Poetry Month Gone Dark: DS Scott's 'Feast' & 'The Reluctant Kill'

Feast - © D. S. Scott - 2015

I raise a glass and make a toast

To the greatest family on earth

At one and all, I have to boast

About each and everyone’s worth

We bless what lies before us all

This wondrous and tasty meal

I stand with pride and oh-so tall

Gazing upon our food with appeal

Joining with us all here tonight

He is our truly, wonderful guest

It is to my own great delight

To say he shall be, the very best

Now before we start to dig in

I have a request for you, Mother

Bring the wine so we may begin

Oh, and Sister go grab your Brother

As we are now all together here

It is time to end our friend’s life

Nana, would you be such a dear

And please hand me the carving knife?

I cut deep into his pale flesh

We all relish at the screams

The arising aroma is so fresh

And I watch as my family beams

Arterial blood splashes here and there

Now that I carve into his rump

To be honest, I do not want to share

But there is plenty, so juicy and plump

Now I tear into the chest cavity

I take my time picking around the bones

I break through the ribs and have a see

Next, pillaging every organ that he owns

So yes, maybe I am some great sinner

I know what I am doing is wrong

But I do so enjoy time for dinner

It is when we can all get along

Come now, what did I just say?

Can we not have a nice dinner for once?

That’s all I ask from you on this day

Or would you like to go on your own hunts?

Come on children, stop your fighting

There is plenty of it, to go around

What is before you, you should be biting

Or you know trouble, will be found

Finally, we find some rest and peace

Some pleasant quiet all around us

At last, the craziness has come to cease

And there is no more making any fuss

So, together we go about our feast

We shred and devour, all the meat

Outsiders would think each of us a beast

But a man and his family, have to eat

The Reluctant Kill - © D. S. Scott - 2015

One last time, I’m going to sin

I lie to myself and say it again

The demon’s voices are wailing

And my self-control is failing

I really cannot keep from it, anymore

The time has come to embrace the gore

Having nothing else left to do

There is no way to say no to you

As I get ready and start to prepare

I try to fight back my sense of care

I wish I could get better but it is too late

There is just no way to rehabilitate

Now with complete control over me

You gave me blinders, this is all I see

As much as I would like to go and fight it

I find myself enjoying it, more than a bit

I realize tonight will be number ten

Oh, what fun each family has been

I slash and shred until nothing is left

Finally, their lives will be my theft

Not until though, not until

There is so much to do, still

I have found that their crying is the worst

But at least it is them that do it first

I cannot, will not, show my pain

I do not have a conscience, I am insane

I must not show them, I too am weak

Or the reasoning behind this they will seek

Asking their questions, they cry out

They plead, beg for mercy and shout

I pretend their cries fall on deaf ears

When I, myself, have to fight back tears

I can feel my anger begin to turn

It is when my eyes start to burn

Over and over, the voices urge me on

My God, I wish I would want them gone

Taking my anger out on them

I go without plan and act on whim

This time the father tries to fight back

That is when I choose to attack

It is so much easier when they act first

Their simple submission is the worst

So I fight him and tie him to a chair

To be honest, it almost doesn’t seem fair

Next, I make him watch it all

I revel in each outcry and call

First, taking everything from his wife

I slice off her face with a kitchen knife

Then, comes the little daughter

I laughed along as I fought her

I like every noise that she makes

Her slit wrists pool like little lakes

The last is for their young son

I have to savor every last bit of fun

After cutting out his tongue to stop the squeal

His danger of drowning in the blood is real

As I listen to them screaming

I simply cannot keep from beaming

But I know my time is at an end

I am so lucky to have been able to attend

At last, I stab the man in the head

The finale to the show of the dead

I don’t always get along with the voices

Although, I do usually like their choices

Still, I have my few and slight regrets

The day will come when I will pay my debts

Seems I do have a conscience, after all of this

And I find myself, once again, lost in my abyss

For I am the one, with the reluctant kill

And yet I enjoy it, so much still

I’ll do it again and again, I swear

I will continue to do all I can bear

DS Scott's Bio:

When D. S. Scott was fourteen, a friend suggested he write a short story. He began writing and immediately took an interest in it. A couple weeks later he finished and was surprised to find how much he enjoyed writing it. In the years since, Scott has written in several genres but has found a particular interest in horror and suspense. He enjoys writing poetry, short stories and has started on a novel. Finding writing to be a creative outlet, he kept with it and followed his goal to publish.

He currently lives in North Carolina with his dog, Bandit.

Links: 

Sulfur & Silk - D. S. Scott - Writer - Facebook Page 

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sulfur-Silk-D-S-Scott-Writer/616324408427998

Amazon - He Comes In Many Forms 

http://www.amazon.com/He-Comes-In-Many-Forms-ebook/dp/B00HV64X5E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1395204991&sr=8-1&keywords=he+comes+in+many+forms

Smashwords - He Comes In Many Forms 

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/391586

Click to Purchase Paul DeThroe's Dark Fiction Novels @ Amazon

The Top Ten Witches of All-Time

10. Cordelia Fox

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Sara Paulson has to be commended, respected and feared for her portrayal of Cordelia, who tried to kill her mom, stabbed her own eyes out to gain second sight, and burned her mentor at the stake to cement her ascension to Coven Supreme. Well played, Cordelia!

9. The Charmed Ones

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Sexiest witches ever. The three sisters are also pretty darned good at snuffing out demons. What’s not to love about this group of witches? They are still extremely popular in syndication.

8.  Glenda the Good Witch, Wizard of Oz

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She rides bubbles and has one of the most recognizable voices in movie history. Oh yea, she isn’t scared of wicked witches either. By empowering Dorothy, she made female heroes possible.

7. Hermione Granger, Harry Potter

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The self-conscious perfectionist from the megahit Harry Potter series. She doesn’t get much credit, but were would Harry Potter and Ronald Weasly be without her and her timely spells?

6. Samantha, Bewitched

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She brought witchcraft to the mainstream. Her popular television series is still beloved today, decades after it originally aired. How many of you can twitch your nose like her?

5. Marie Laveau, New Orleans Voodoo Queen

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A true life witch of the highest order. People still go to her grave to pray for wishes granted. This is usually reserved for saints and whatnot, but New Orleans has its own way of doing things.

4. Stevie Nicks

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The ultimate white Wiccan, Stevie doesn’t like to be called a witch, but it’s pretty obvious. It goes deeper than her wardrobe too. Listen to the occult imagery in her songs and you will know.

3. Fionna Goode, American Horror Story Coven

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Fionna is as wicked as any witch on any list. She’s slashed throats, drowned girls, beheaded a minotaur, slept with ghosts, then had the ghost hack up her enemies. She is the Supreme, simply put.

2. Wicked Witch of the West, Wizard of Oz

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She had her flaws, like keeping the one thing that could kill her, water, just laying around. But her image has endured decades as the classic face of an evil witch. Green witches with warts, yea, that’s her. Her obsession over her late sister’s ruby slippers is timeless.

1. Morganna LeFay, King Arthur

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King Arthur’s sister, had sex with him, bore him a child that would bring down his Kingdom of Camelot and trapped Merlin the Magician, or Druid, in perpetual frozenness.  Yes, that’s pretty wicked.

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