This poem is for my screenplay The Secret Witch. I hope you enjoy!

Gaslight, gaslight
The fire at night
rise of the twilight
A little more fight, fire
Feel the dark In you
Part of what you went through
The flickered gaslight
helps the desolation
sheds the people of destruction
Underneath the uncommon loss
of innocents
go within the sky

the blue fire becomes stronger
And its against us
When we run, it goes and burns
we become exposed
Break the spell you are under
Fire, the bigger, it won't go down

Gaslight gaslight
When it becomes worse
another one is gone
Bystanders
with pitchforks
and torches raised
Go to sleep rest
Your head and lay
The rampage continues
please guide me
The ravageness
Please help me
And the violence becomes endless
Choosing for and opposing

The flickered gaslight
in the village in the night
The rope is raised
Upon the ground
The water drowns
more uncommon loss
Fire in the night
Come again morning
One more time...
The flickered gaslight
The flickered gaslight