The Witch Of Aberdeen Poem by John May

I knew a girl who loved the dark,
Whose lonely laughter plagu'd the night:
She flew a broom of riddled bark
Against the pale of crescent light.

One day en masse her village rose
And seized her from her dwelling place-
Entangled violence ripped her clothes,
And all the struggle bruised her face.

They tossed her to the fi'ry hearth-
Condemned she was by town's decree:
So that it's known through all this earth,
No witch will ‘mongst us ever be.

But soft reply would softly come
From copper blazes flaming high:
You seize me 'cause your hearts are numb,
That's why I flew the velvet sky.

Now bones beneath a ravenstone
Condemn those callous hearts so mean …
And if you listen there's the moan
Of her, the witch of Aberdeen.