Alice.... Misunderstood, a daughter of malice?
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It was that at time In the dead of night,
the bats were blitzing past giving lone walkers a fright,
high up in the hills in the forest Lay a dormant witch,
encircled by large ritually placed stones she had that itch,
the itch to cause a storm amongst the village below,
the townsfolk feared her presence for sure she did know,
her sisters had been driven away by those townsfolk,
after their resistance to venture from the forest had broke,
but they were weaker than this fearless mistress of the dark arts,
her power intensity had grown when she felt the tearing away of thEIR hearts,
her heart was not an inviting place,
like a tumultuous tornado ejecting green licking flames into space,
her name was Alice....
She was once a kind and placid soul that wouldn’t think twice about this ferocious malice!
Three young ladies that lost their parents,
The crushing reality of life that makes no sense!
To a tragic accident that brought them into the unknown...
Left helpless in the woods in their log cabin home,
Winter was this time and it was harsh and uncaring,
For their parents guidance they kept on yearning,
But they fought together with the power of three...
Like some other story that sounds a bit familiar to me...
Strength and RESILIENCE took hold as they grew up,
Yet fear of what was coming made them search for that book...
A generational legend !
Those fears had them on a perilous quest that felt like it would never end!
It took the sisters down treacherous rivers,
across lands and deadly forests that would give the devil himself QUIVERS,
but their connection held strong throughout their plight
they knew together they were ready for any fight ,
When they came across the elusive Cave ...
Ancient curses and traps greeted them but they did not stave,
The ancient book of protection they had sought for so long,
They didn’t realise how chasing safety could go so wrong,
So they re-joined the path returning to their log cabin home,
Collecting herbs and foraging as they roam,
Returning with a sense of safety and knowledge,
The three sisters obsession took them to the edge,
The edge of what was protection,
And the verge of fire, brimstone and aggression,
What began as fear for themselves and each other,
Became something to the area that struck immense terror,
You see they hadnt actually done anything wrong,
Fear and hate had built up around them and it was strong,
What the townsfolk heard, witnessed and inhaled,
Left them to make up their own minds and now misreading it they failed,
They could have introduced themselves and be a friend,
But foe was the Village conclusion and that was the End,
So One day when Alice went out to Forage alone,
The pitchfork patrol set about their log cabin home,
They set fire to the trees surrounding their settlement ,
Stormed both doors with rage and resent,
The two sisters Fled using their magic to daze,
They left the rabble in cloud of purple Haze,
Without a chance to find the protection spell book as they were under attack,
They ran like the wind and never looked back,
Alice was far away but felt the pain of her sisters,
She dropped everything and ran til she had blisters,
Returning home by the next day
The burnt out opening in the forest still smoking away
There was nothing left to show
Alice was broken and the rage started to grow
Inside the stone circle a dormant witch Lay
Its time to tear down who scorned her and make them all pay
She took to the sky on her broomstick and Lit up the night,
Fire rained down on the village as she summoned with all her might,
Revenge never turns back time,
But Alice`s suffering she had crossed that line,
The townsfolk would never again be a threat,
They were burnt to a crisp without the witches regret.
The witch took off to search for her sisters,
And would never rest until she heard their whispers.....
