Young Boy- Hunting Of The Witch

A young boy

And his electronic toy

Shutting the door

“What are you looking for?”

Screams his mum

Knowing the workday was done

Disappearing out of sight

The adventurous growing knight

Headed towards the woods

Looking for no good

Despite being dark

The maturing youth, planned to hit the mark

With his trusted drone

Flown

Through the air

Buzzing sound that scares

Coming upon the rural house

Quietly, the young boy, acted like a mouse

Wanting information cheese

Daunting luring tease

All systems seemed to go

Carrying on, with the spying show

Needing pictures

Featuring thought to be witches

Dancing earning satanic riches

Perfectly he navigated the intrepid machine

Filming seductive teens

Until a giant entered the scene

“Young Boy!” He did scream

“I did not real lies it was you

Who,

Conjured up this nasty brew”

“Aye, they are my sirens.

I personally did the hiring

They perform for me

I give them a sizeable fee

Inspires me, ‘write better’

Just forget her,”

“Who?” The young boy chirped

Like an owl emotionally hurt.

“Your love,

The one innocent, white as a dove”

“She means nothing to me,”

The young boy decreed.

“She is a witch

A taunting greedy snitch

Gossiping brat

Vindictive verbal rat”

“And you came here

With your technology gear

Wanting proof

That will make everyone hit the roof”

“Yes, my dear sir

I want to curl her fir

Then have a laugh

Watching her frustrated wrath”

“If you must

I will not bust

Just will trust

This will only be an adolescent fuss”

Suddenly there was a crash

Drone made a final pass

Shattered there on the ground

Only to be found

By two red eyes

Focused on who was going to die

“My dear drone is dead

And she has a revolving spinning head”

The young boy belted out

Unleashing a loud shout

They felt the heat

Returned home, mission complete

Suddenly, a pounded knock

Rivaled the midnight ticking clock

Opening slowly the protection gate

Young boy put things straight

“You talk behind my back

I will go on an attack”

Smiling her honest grin

You know she let him win

“Oh, my young boy

With your electronic toy

I mean no harm

I want to show you something inside the barn

To this day, it is said

Both were wed

He is trapped there milking the cow

And running the plow

While she howls

At the moon

Grasping soon

Young boys' curious promiscuous days are doom

Since she will mold them and create perfect animal husbandry grooms