Of [Untitled] Raven-esque poem

I've been having some fun with cadence and rhyme scheme lately. So as this is far from Poe quality, I did have some fun with it. And remember, folks, half of great poetry is sad, so.... enjoy! (By the way, it's kinda long. Sorry)

Solem! Solem! cried the witch from the hilltop
As rain and lightening whipped through the air
And the stormy sea roared, slapping the rocky side
Drenching the tattered robes she did wear

Solem! Solem! Oh, bring us the light!
Drive away the storm that beats like a bear
And rips through the air itself like a sword!
Cried the witch as the wind swept her raggedy hair

She shouted and tried to calm the rough sea
To control the great storm, only she would dare
And some villagers watched with their mouths hanging open
Frozen by fear, they could only stare

Away with her! She is bringing the storm!
Yelled a burly young lad with grease-matted hair
And he grabbed a pitchfork and stomped up the hill
The villagers, too, followed, for this bravery was rare

Solem! cried the witch, still trying to beckon
The sun from its cloud-stricken lonely lair
And she turned, hearing people, and saw in their eyes
The storm, full of anger, the hate did they share

No, no! the witch shouted, I'm trying to help!
I'm bringing the sun, not of evil, but care!
And she tried to stop them, but weakened was she
Thus they overtook and strapped her to a splintering chair

They whipped her, and beat her worse than the wind
Her face they did slap, her clothes they did tear
And they kept going, the hours ticking by
Til the witch's agony hung thick in the air

Stop! Oh, now stop! You monstrous beasts!
Wept the witch, for not much longer could she fare
And so she gave up, let her soul go limp
It was then gone, and she wasn't here nor there

The villagers stood, waiting in silence
For now she was dead, it should all be fair
And a rainbow would come to reward their good deed
So they waited, and at the dark clouds did they stare

But the storm grew much louder, rumbling the Earth
The rain came down harder, the wind whipped through the air
And from the storm they could hear the soft cry
Solem! of the witch with the raggedy hair

....bammm. Enjoyed? Leave comments and/or criticism in the dooblydoo!