Each
year they parade her about, the traditional Halloween Witch. Misshapen
green face, stringy scraps of hair, a toothless mouth beneath
her deformed nose. Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw
protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about on
wobbly legs. Most think this abject image to be the creation of
a prejudiced mind or merely a Halloween caricature. I disagree,
I believe this to be how Witches were really seen. Consider that
most Witches: were women, were abducted in the night, and smuggled
into dungeons or prisons under the secrecy of darkness to be presented
by light of day as a confessed Witch. Few if any saw a frightened
normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with
instruments of torture, to be questioned until she confessed to
anything suggested to her and to give names or what ever would
stop the questions. Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the
world as a self-proclaimed Witch. As the Witch was paraded through
town en route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned or disposed
of in various other forms of Christian love all created to free
and save her soul from her depraved body the jeering crowds viewed
the results of hours of torture. The face bruised and broken by
countless blows bore a hue of sickly green. The once warm and
loving smile gone replaced by a grimace of broken teeth and torn
gums that leers beneath a battered disfigured nose. The disheveled
hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands
had torn away the lovely tresses. Broken twisted hands clutched
the wagon for support, fractured fingers with nails torn away
locked like groping claws to steady her broken body. All semblance
of humanity gone this was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a Witch.
I revere this Halloween Crone and hold her sacred above all. I
honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side
of man. Each year I shed tears of respect when the mundane exhibit
their symbol of Christian love.
Each
year they parade her about, the traditional Halloween Witch. Misshapen
green face, stringy scraps of hair, a toothless mouth beneath
her deformed nose. Gnarled knobby fingers twisted into a claw
protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about on
wobbly legs. Most think this abject image to be the creation of
a prejudiced mind or merely a Halloween caricature. I disagree,
I believe this to be how Witches were really seen. Consider that
most Witches: were women, were abducted in the night, and smuggled
into dungeons or prisons under the secrecy of darkness to be presented
by light of day as a confessed Witch. Few if any saw a frightened
normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with
instruments of torture, to be questioned until she confessed to
anything suggested to her and to give names or what ever would
stop the questions. Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the
world as a self-proclaimed Witch. As the Witch was paraded through
town en route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned or disposed
of in various other forms of Christian love all created to free
and save her soul from her depraved body the jeering crowds viewed
the results of hours of torture. The face bruised and broken by
countless blows bore a hue of sickly green. The once warm and
loving smile gone replaced by a grimace of broken teeth and torn
gums that leers beneath a battered disfigured nose. The disheveled
hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands
had torn away the lovely tresses. Broken twisted hands clutched
the wagon for support, fractured fingers with nails torn away
locked like groping claws to steady her broken body. All semblance
of humanity gone this was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a Witch.
I revere this Halloween Crone and hold her sacred above all. I
honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side
of man. Each year I shed tears of respect when the mundane exhibit
their symbol of Christian love. 
