Outside the Village all is still now
The Villagers have all gone home to their Beds
And are sound asleep
Resting safely and righteous behind their locked Doors painted with Crosses
now that another Witch is burned
Everything is silent and nothing remains of the Witch
Except for the Ashes and the Embers now dying
But the Wind has started to blow and if you listen carefully
You will hear the Laughter of the Witch resound in the Wind
For there is her Spirit now, revengeful and restless…
Waiting to return...
