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conjure a witch

 
behexed you conjure a witch
toil in the soul and boil
written in time are the witches
 
suffer not a witch to live
I wonder why that is?
I pray thee is it miracle or magic
the witch of Endor knew too much, I think
 
I take my healing potions to the poked and plagued  
the towns people are alerted,  
there is a witch in their midst who can heal
powerful women are feared
 
a circle in the sand is drawn
I call the four corners
and perform a glamor to keep myself hidden from spies
swirling the mists I see
they are coming to burn me
 
asking for my final confession
I vow I will return
to curse their children
 
dark of night and ravens talon
do you know me Sirs?
 
I Hexuba appear before you a siren
stirring the kettle I spit
venom drips from my tongue
 
a siren for sure music is how I cast
the winds of vengeance stir
the spell is set
 
deep into the night I conjure
curses in the night the last words I utter



crimsin
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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for the witches comp.
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