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Witch Hunter

Witch Hunt
Tingling thoughts of murder,
dangling through the branches of trees
As if dread from an uncertain past;
further floats among the living effigies.

A whisper from long ago still echoes,
where people dare not put foot.
A place, where time slows
A place where men once stood.

(Poetry by Liam Adam Scicluna)

Witch Hunter

Witch Hunter