And wants to come out.
The Will-o’-the Wisps
Are in town! We are,
And in the air, too,
In your ears, eyes, hair.
We go where you are.
We wait when you leave
Us inked or carved there.
More of you find us.
We’re flames from your mouths,
Stones thrown by your hands,
But it’s in your heads
Where we swarm, make more
Of us to hurl out.
If you keep us in,
Your skull’s like a stump.
We’ll long to sink back
In the marsh and rot.
Let us flame with flames,
And you might get known,
You might get rich, you
Might die in jail, burn
For a witch. The town
Won’t take it to heart.
