Hello. I'm back with another Vocaloid songfic thing, this time based on Witch Hunt by mostly Luka and Gakupo. It's a weird blend of drabble, songfic, poem and original song that I got when I blended my brain with Youtube. Now, you enjoy it.
The sky is red. The clouds gather. The people flock. What a sight to see!
A woman is alone on a wooden cross. Repent! They cry. Repent!
This woman was guilty of many sins. A witch, she was called. A monster.
The man she once loved was torn between the fire and his heart.
Now the woman cries out in fear, the pain becomes unbearable.
The crowd is spurred by this and they cry: Repent! They cry. Repent!
Before they met, she was lovely, green-haired and fair.
She was taken by this charming prince, who loved another girl.
She looks down at her once-love in sadness, he returns the gaze, so longingly.
He steps forward. A spark burns deep in her heart. Repent! They cry. Repent!
He raises a knife, and cuts off her hair, and grips it as he walks down.
She loses hope then, and bows her head. The green-haired girl smirks in revenge.
The green-haired nun speaks a word to the crowd, they obey her orders most delightfully.
The villagers lift up their fiery torches. Repent! They cry. Repent!
The green-haired nun devised a plan, a cunning one at that.
If the girl was proven as a witch, then surely the prince would love her!
Witch! Monster! Spawn of the Devil! Demon! They cry towards her.
The air is suddenly very hot. Repent! They cry. Repent!
The prince believed her every word, when she showed him the poster,
She had used her powers of deception to fool him into loving her.
If this love between us should be called black magic, then I should be guilty, he thinks to himself.
The woman on the cross thinks the same. Repent! They cry. Repent!
The prince could not believe his eyes, but the nun was so insistent
That the pink-haired woman that he loved he did not love at all.
The green-haired girl finishes her chant, a display of justice, a flick of the hand,
And suddenly the pyre lights up. Repent! They cry. Repent!
Wait, I don't want her to die!
I haven't told you I love you!
The woman was not very wealthy, she was not an upperclass.
Yet this prince still fell in love with her, unlikely as it seemed.
The woman screams, the fire rises, the hair is singed, the ropes are frayed.
The crowd is joyous. The prince is not. Repent! They cry. Repent!
"Would you love me if I were not as you see?"
"Of course, my love, I'd love no matter what the odds, or anybody else thought."
"Would you love me even if I happened to be a witch?"
"Were those words just false lies?" It hurt him deep inside.
The man realises his feelings for her, the burning witch on the pyre.
"Even if you were a witch, I would love you anyway."
The prince clutches the last of her, a few clumps of pink hair.
I will not ever forget you, my love. Repent! They cry. Repent!
"… I love you…"
This is by far the shortest most randomest thing I have ever done. I hope I moved you in some way. If I didn't, you have permission to shoot me via review. If I did, then review and you get a cookie! I gots all kinds of flavours!
See you next time!