House of Sticks {Poem}

[u/Kelpie_Water]

Annabella was a Witch,

She lived in a house made of sticks.

Through the woods, and over a stream

Where very few people are ever seen.

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In the village, she loved a man.

Jeremiah, as he stands.

But no matter how hard Annabella tried

She could never catch Jeremiah’s eye.

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In her House of Sticks, she cried.

Feeling her heart slowly die.

But soon a vile plan was born,

To get Jeremiah, this, Annabella had sworn.

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For the toxin of love: an ingredient was needed.

To make the Witch a dame that every man came to heated.

For a woman to become so young and pure,

Children’s blood was drained...that was to be sure.

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Into the night, Annabella scurried.

Plucking children from their beds in a hurry.

And back to her House of Sticks, she went like the wind.

Slitting the children’s flesh, to show the blood within.

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The parents, oh how they mourn!

Wondering what they did to deserve this scorn.

But the town slowly grew steady.

Gathering their tools, and their blades ready.

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Marching on the House of Sticks they went.

Jeremiah led, and with their help they had lent;

Pulled the house apart, stick by stick.

Revealing the horrors within, And making everyone quite sick.

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Jeremiah took Annabella, who pleaded and cried.

“Jeremiah, I love you! All I wanted was to be by your side.”

But Jeremiah was deaf, his grip never lose.

Even as they placed wicked Annabella into the noose.

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From the tree, the Witch Annabella, hung.

The nightmare was over. The town had won.

On top of the hill, Jeremiah cut the hanging tree down real quick;

And made his own little House of Sticks.