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hemlock
i. the darkness
evil shadowed my steps
poisoned my thoughts
with black magic
the dark truly ruled
not only the land
but me
living among the hemlock
drinking it's potion
with belief it would heal
a witch who
fell prey to my own spell
casting, chanting & weaving
may the sun no longer shine
on my enemy
it went away for me that day
my magic was strong
but it wasn't pure
ii. the sun
the sun set on my heart long ago
it faded beyond the horizon
never to rise again
the moon rose high in my skies
& governed my days
hemlock grows in abundance
in the graveyard
along side my quiet little house
the trees whisper their despair
branches reach to the heavens
never to touch the light
the moon is dour
cruel to the children of the day
they cry out in mourning
then one day the sun
broke free from its restraints
it rose with triumphant glory
& slew the eternal night
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