Witch Wilma Mae Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Time to sleep Witch Wilma Mae
It's time to dream alone
Release thy spirits enslaved by darkness
Send our loved ones home

Bear arms, people of the valley
Let us hasten to her throne
The deal made was not our bargain
Our wealth was not for souls

Oh hear them voice atop the mountain
The Witch hears, and now she knows
Phantoms swarm like a blizzard storm
A fear like never known

Afoot her spirits beg, forgiveness
They cover the rocky land
Hands so cold that when they touch
They freeze you where you stand

Keep faith young soldiers, concede Ye not
For this is God's command
In a dream the Preacher heard God's word
Now justice is at hand

Within the fallen remains, but one
He holds a Bible in his hand
Face to face with Wilma Mae
Upon enchanted land

Her beauty is his angel, loved
The preacher learned thenceforth, too late
Wilma Mae conferred a boasting pride
A deal she'll never break

(07/20/2018)