The Lament of a Witches Voice - Ian Duquemin

There once was a witch with a whine and a wail
So scared were the children she turned them all pale
Her shreiks and her screams were the sounds of the night
Filling the darkness with fright

The witch with the whine and the wail was caught
Captured and charged for the misery she brought
She stood in the dock of the courtroom and cried
Frightening she sadly denied

The judge with a grudge said the witch she should swing
He accused her of terror... A rope they should bring
The jury agreed and the sentence approved
The witch from the court was removed

The crowd ever loud said the witch she must burn
This judgement on her was a lesson to learn
They shrieked and they whined and they wailed to the judge
Who was quickly regretting his grudge

"This court will abort" said the judge to the crowd
"Compared to the witch you are all twice as loud
Silence in court or I'll set the witch free"
But none of the crowd could agree

The judge put a smudge on the paper and ink
The court was adjourned so the judge he could think
He decided the witch was the only one quiet
And the towns folk were causing the riot

The town upside down in its chantings of hate
The witch was set free, the judge opened the gate
She turned to the crowd, said "I meant you no wrong...
I was trying to sing you a song"

The witch with the whine and the wail of the night
Followed the moon in its silvery light
To the cats of her choir who'd taught her to sing
They gathered around in a ring

So cruel was the rule that the wind and the rain
Howled in the night like a song sung in pain
The song of a witch not allowed to rejoice
The lament of a witches voice

Ian Duquemin