I've decided that I'll redo my previous Witch poems (except Walpurgis and Roberta) so that they are more concrete and have different poetic forms. I'll be glad to take suggestions and advice
This also means I'll have to use the "New Story" To separate the old from the new. I'll call it "A Witch's Voice V.2"
So . . .Here's the first one!
WALPURGIS NIGHT
To a marvelous storm have the crowds been drawn
The Gods will announce the revival
The wonderful procession marches on
The stage is set for my arrival
I have come to put on a show
My festival will make the devil squall
Towers will burn! The Reaper's cloak will flow!
The beautiful drama of it all!
The clowns dance and pretend
The show ends when my form turns over
I am helpless but ecstatic,
The festival is never over
As I move through time's river, my fate stays cruel
I am destined to spin; forever the laughing fool.
