The Witchfinder General Poem by Shaun Cronick

Burn witch! Burn!
Drown witch! Drown!
I'll slay you all!
To free every town!

All my methods are extreme,
So are the ones I seek.
Who hide in every hamlet,
Casting spells upon the meek.

Beware of me and my title,
My punishments all do fear.
Accomplishments never ending,
My retribution is so severe.

God's chosen destructive weapon,
His hands are found in mine.
Endless sorceresses I have slain,
This sisterhood of rank malign.

A vipers nest I did find once,
Who greedily fed upon the young.
My wrath that day was legendary,
Cutting out every witches tongue.

But it didn't just stop there,
Every limb I did hack through.
Each witch gargling for mercy,
Then off came each head too.

On me black magic won't work,
Hexes to enslave and draw me in.
I thrust my hallowed sharp sword,
Through every witches den of sin.

For I'm the Witchfinder General,
Hunting evil throughout every land.
To despatch every witch and coven,
By God's chosen deadly right hand.