Young Writers Society

The following is based in part on the ending of the 2015 movie 'The Witch'.

Spring Into Summer, and Summer to Fall

Spring into Summer, and Summer to Fall,

Fall into the Winter, to Winter into the Spring,

The curtain of pines gives way to his footfalls

With the cold clang of his spurs, with the slippery grind of his boot

In the warbling of the night, she was transfixed against the window

Open and bare, in a shift and a shawl

And the wind wails; "Allure, a lie, lo!"

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The heart is aflutter, and with the flutter takes flight,

Flying into the darkness of a darkening heart,

A night still and laden, cracked by an oaken knock

And outside her window are his ladies in waiting

Chanting and dancing their frowns laid plain

And his ankles transmute between themselves and fetlocks

And the wind wails; "Allure, a lie, lo!" 

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Voices strung upon temptation, temptations hung to the aspens high,

Aspens felled by an angel, and angels snuffed by a honeyed voice,

Crossed the doorway he waltzed, his hat long-brimmed and pointed

His eyes ballerinas, all evil and trimmed

He's rugged and virile, a body swelling with manhood

He's dainty and lithesome, abounding womanly vessel

And against trembling aversion were her eyes with his jointed

And the wind wails; "Allure, a lie, lo!"

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Oh can living be so sweet? Sweetness tastes of only salvation,

The only salvation that is mine, my only way of living,

He put his hat to his heart, and curtseyed down low

And said; "Would thou like to live scrumptious and fancy free?"

Giggling and dimpling at what is so frightful,

Drawing her last pantings on the first pangs of freedom

And kissing her hand he said; "I knowst that thou cannot write. I will guide thine hand for thee."

And the wind wails; "Allure, a lie, lo!"

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To be immortal, immortality delivering unto thee things immemorial,

The recall of immemorial brings cessation, bring about the cessation to be,

And her mother and father would follow her footsteps

And needing to see what the night could hold, into the pines they were lured

Their daughter and the ladies in waiting are in naked rapture, blaspheming while they orbit the fires and pyres

Flying about with Five Holy Wounds, their salvation assured

And the wind wails; "Allure, a lie, lo!"

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And in their awesome terror her parents threw themselves into the fire,

And the wind wails; "Allure, a lie, lo!"

For we are his unfaltering faithful soaring infinitely higher,

And the wind wails; "Allure, a lie, lo!"

And the wind wails; "Allure, a lie, lo!"

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