A/N: Hi! So, this is actually an essay in the form of poetry I wrote about this book for school. But hopefully it's somewhat interesting too and somewhat makes sense...? We had to include a "thesis, sufficient evidence and ample commentary," which kind of gave me quite a box to work within... And I also decided to make all of it rhyme as a challenge, which may have been stretching it a little bit... Hopefullly the rythym is intact? But please read on and review! I'd love your feedback! (As long as you don't flame...) Thank you!
Power is feared
For the strength that it holds
To stand bold and strong
And opposition overthrow.
Even the power that is but a light,
A glimmering flame,
Extinguished by fearful night.
The night, so dangerous
The night, so dark
More fearful than power,
The future more stark.
And the flame in turn can light up the night
And start up a fire
And burn their cause bright.
In the tale Witch and Wizard
The night is a man
The One That is the One,
Who has had magic banned.
The magic whose power
Poses threats to his own,
In the form of those executed
He can have it alone.
But the witch and the wizard
The flames in the night
Make him feel threatened with power so bright.
As you can see he is ever afraid,
Of simply mere children
15 and 18 in age.
In the end the kids realize the truth and they sing
"They're afraid of us, they're afraid of everything." (275)
As you can see and they all see it too,
The One was afraid power could set plans askew.
The witch of the tale,
Wisty by name,
Literally sends herself up into flame.
The NO they fear her
Run screaming away
"Fire really, really hurts!" and "I'm a bad scary witch!" (264)
She did say.
Afraid that they too may in battle become
Their own little torches
Their flesh charcoal
Gone,
They imprisoned her and her loved ones
Because power they feared,
But unfortunately for night,
The flames drew quite near.
The light drowns out darkness as often it does,
Because drowning in power is profit for none.
There are far too many who have power too
And if you fearfully oppress them, what else can they do?
A war you've created before you've begun,
But luckily smart are the rebellious ones.
"We don't let anybody be heroes for more than one day, because it goes to their heads." (286)
The wise rebels proclaimed,
"Hero worship tends to corrupt," (286)
Like the One who fought power about to erupt.
He liked his power,
But wanted it all,
So gone corrupt and evil
He killed like a Neanderthal.
Hanging all the witches,
Watching them swing,
Making them vaporize
And other things.
Sure, it was murder,
But what do you think?
The greedy night got fearful
And wanted the flames to sink.
The night wouldn't relinquish that scrap of its dark,
So in fear of opposition
Witches hung in the park.