Her wide-brim hat was pointed, and worn with ne'er a tilt Her midnight robe was flowing, and wove from satin silk Her Besom broom was hazel-hilted, twigged with fresh cut birch As she flew o'er the hill, until she spied a rocky perch
The hill was trapped in moons light, caught in its silken nets And grizzled trees were swaying casting eerie silhouettes A howling wind came moaning, as it wailed a haunting sound When her swishing broom came whooshing, as she swept o'er the ground
She alighted on the hill top, landing dainty on her toes And took a tattered grimoire which she held up to her nose She raised a magic talisman and cast an ancient spell Then she waited through the gloaming, till midnight chimed its bell
The hill stood gravely silent, as the wind restrained its breath The grass and flowers wilted and released their scent of death The shadows neath the trees became alive and took on shape And ghostly figures rose, as Hallows Eve called them awake
The sounds of horse drawn carriages, came trundling up the hill Whilst babbling jeering voices exorcised the silent still A sudden gust of wind called out the names of those condemned Each manacled and chained up, as they rode to meet their end
As time echoed its memories, she watched the scene unfold The victims forced unwillingly, to climb upon the scaffold Some offered up the Lordβs Prayer, and ne'er a word was stumbled They took a final breath of life, and into hell they tumbled
Their bodies swung ungainly, as they swayed a ghastly dance With lifeless spectral faces locked into a stone-like trance Their deathly shrouds were pale, reflected in moons silken sheen And she watched as they cavorted, ne'er attempt to intervene
They slunk back into shadows, at the fading of the night The hill reprieved from darkness by the early morning light The ritual was completed, as she whispered them goodbye And she climbed onto her hazel broom and kicked into the sky
On Gallows Hill neath stars and moon they hung And ne'er a one had done the world a wrong