| Honoring the Halloween Witch |
| Broken and beaten, yet still holding her head high, Why did this proud woman have to die? Tortured and killed for beliefs she probably never had, A shame and waste, the end of a life so sad. And so we, the modern Witch, must take her and embrace her, While the rest of the world refuses to acknowledge or face her. Instead of honoring and remembering her murderous end, She's been turned into a cartoon that will only offend. I call to the modern Witch, do not be insulted by this caricature! Take it, hold it to your heart with love and be mature. Remember the woman in stands for in times gone by, Remember what she looked like and the reasons why. Her torn, dark, and dirty clothes proof of how horribly she was kept. The greenish cast to her skin and gaunt countenance sings of how she wept. Her gnarled and ragged hands evidence of being bound and dragged through the street, Her twisted nose and tangled hair proof of abuse she endured walking on bare, broken feet. They prodded her through towns and cities to the stake, dunking bowl, and hangman's noose. They burned, drowned, beat, starved, hung, and turned deaf when her cries were let loose. There she stood, burning, drowning and hanging so like the Christ on the cross, Not for anything so noble as sins, but for imagined wrongs, I cry for her loss! So I say to my fellow Witches everywhere, hold her in saintly regard and give her due! She was crucified because of fear from the church and should be loved by you. Hold her cartoony countenance in your heart with love and pride. Remember, that in another life it could have been you that died. Please hang her pictures and embrace the new symbolism I've attached here. Wear her on shirts, necklaces, and earring with great love and maybe a tear. Remember her when the wheel turns to Samhain or to some, Halloween night. That is the time we honor those that have passed from our sight. I'm sure wherever she is she'll know that she is remembered and held dear. Hopefully now she can hold her head high and longer shed a tear. written by Emeraldmoon all rights reserved, please do not copy without permission. |
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