The townsfolk had a problem, their elders, all had died
And in their place, there came a crowd, who cheated, tricked and lied
A coven full of witches, concocting devil’s brew
Poisoned all the crops and tainted water with their stew

Along with them, a team derived of warlocks …wizards too
They joined the witch’s coven and they cast their spells anew
The townsfolk started getting sick and struggled to survive
They gave their goods to tricksters, for a chance to stay alive

Accepting wicked sorcery, a trade off for their health
And all the while the cult accumulated greater wealth
The spells they cast did little to protect the townsfolk’s ails
Man and woman, little child, would die in covert “jails”

More and more got sick and died. The town confused and scared
Of those still left, their bodies became weaker and impaired
The townsfolk calculated that the coven was to blame
They stood their ground and tried to bring an end to coven’s game

The warlocks brought in dragons, used to quell the angry hordes
And stand on guard, preventing folk from toppling overlords
While wizards conjured voices, selling tales, hooks and lies
Set eyes and ears everywhere, malicious, lordly spies

They watched the town most closely and removed each one aware
Till many who remained there, were much less inclined to care 
But Nature has a weapon - she will shield a vital few
Fertile minds, impervious to immoral points of view

Witches, warlocks, wizards, have just one Achilles heel
They cannot comprehend ‘God given right’ to think and feel
They’ll always underestimate a man, within their plan
Assuming that he’s malleable, their fabricate ‘straw man’

The town must set a precedent, with rigor, power and might
To show such sorcerers the fatal error of their sleight
No matter who, or what the heights of magic and finesse
Protect the town, and all within, from illicit deviousness.