By Jonathan Partridge
Behold how nature's seasons wax and wane,
Pulled by earth, sun and moon; heaven and hell
Madness, the silvery reflection of sane,
Do hideouts, twisted, strange deeds compel.
Faeries of evil that dance on the wind,
And play havoc with moral hopes and fears;
Dangling temptation before those who've sinned.
Taunting, enticing with illusions and jeers.
Bloating, ugly, nebulous old witches
Leering at susceptible humanity,
Gleefully keeping their sisters in stitches
While reflecting the world's insanity.
Heed not the weird sisters; tis fallacy.
Harbingers of self-fulfilling prophecy.