the witch hunt alone

in all godly hours

she mutter spell under breath

jibber jabber to world

it is she who fell the rain
it is she who drown the land

it is she who travel the air

it is she shake the earth

it is she the wild hair

stay unchained in wind

it is she the laugh

reach ear at night

it is she burn in rising flame

it is she who never die

it is she in café-bar

it is she who get drink

it is she in library behind book

it is she who get the wink

it is she echo in hollow monument

it is she fly in bird wing

it is she who serve food

with little long witchy hand

it is she who give comfort

with jibber jabber spell

it is she whose breast you suckle

it is she whose vagina you lend

it is she whose milk you drink

it is she whose blood you born.