Witch (Hot Potato Version)

This is the "Hot Potato" continuation to a poem
written by author Nikkimoe.
At the end of this poem you the reader will be tossed the
Hot Potato.  Read at your own risk. 

 The Poetic Hot Potato Passes to the author.

... We find our witch on a bed of leaves,  
...Dead leaves, that is,    
A sorry witch  
submitting to  
relenting to
 her fate  
 
Judged and sentenced
By God Triton  
 
Horrific crimes  
seen through the lense  
Of the known Universe
 
 
Became trivial  
in the light of day  
of an unknown one  
a hidden realm  
 
An Under World of light  
In the darkest forgotten corner,
 fresh breezy air  
Bees singing in flowers  
Trees with figs for the picking  
Beds of soft blue grass  
Fairies to mend aches and pains  
 
This was the creation and realm  
of the hairy beast who climbed his  
way through a rabbit hole a portal
to the ground beneath the bed of dead leaves
 
For he was called to claim her
to wrestle this suffering soul
from her sealed fate
 
From those who revel in  
her certain death
for in death and life
Nothing is certain  
   
The beast, born through his freshly conjured    
crevice opening connecting, however briefly,  
his universe to that of the witch in distress  
 
startles her as he whisks by her and she falls
down the rabbit hole  
falling down
spiraling
down the open hole connecting  
her universe to the Unkown
 
His brief exposure to vulnerability  
In responding to this cry of remorse  
 
 
The Beast begins his sermon at the feet  
of God Triton
 
What is punishment?  
but a primeval urge  
to kill and destroy  
 
 
An act by the accuser  
as heinous as the accused  
 
 
   
The beast Shouts to distract his opponent    
   
   
Angered, Triton raises his conch to his lips    
calling the Ocean to drown this intruder,  
 
 
Triton's waves rush to engulf  
and Drown his underworld thus opened  
   
Enjoying a fresh splash,  
Down flies the beast spiraling
down to his newly falliing witch  
down the rabbit hole
catching, landing her gently  
into his underworld of light  
   
Her crimes against men's hearts and  
smashed relationships and lost children  
and wretched hexes and spells cast onto  
the innocent
 
became as innocent as just another color in
a beautiful rainbow
 
and frivolous  
 as  if a jaywalking ticket  
for crossing the  rainbow    
   
In his Underworld    
a sun that shone bright  
the air breathed fresh  
   
Darius, the hairy beast,  
King and shepherd   whose gift is    
creation and vanishment of conjured rabbit holes,  
portals briefly opened to alternate worlds  
then closed  
   
had already sealed out the world  
of the witches past  
 
What evil could there possibly be  
in this poor witch, which he now lay down on a  
bed of fine kentucky blue grass with a horse at her disposal by their side.  
 
What possible mischief could  
this fair witch be capable  
in Darius' garden of  
harmony and light  
Honey and Lime  
 
What possible mischief  
could lie behind her  
deep green eyes  
into which he stared  
transfixed...
 
  ...OK, reader, Catch the Hot Potato!
... your turn!!!