As the day fades away,
The shimmering river reflects all sin,
The darkness,
Lit only by candle light and the moon gleaming down upon that river,
As you stare deep,
Yet it is shallow for what you can see,
As the flames flicker,
The torches rage,
This may be the last time you see this beautiful sight,
For the town's people are out,
On this dark night,
They do not see the beauty,
Only the hatred they all feel,
For the witch amongst their children.