My Reincarnation.

A pretty girl, age unknown.
Came into town, left town.
Not a word from her mouth,
Not a glance at anyone else.
She buys bread and tea.
She does this for three years.
Comes to the town every week on Saturday.

Always wearing a green emerald cloak.
Her hair a fine white.
People gossip shes an old woman.
People gossip she is a witch.

One day an adventurous boy,
a boy of 16,
follows this 'Witch'
He wants to see who she is.
He just doesn't want to be bored.
The girl alone travels into a winding path.
It curves and dips,
It winds and slopes.

All the wile the boy follows,
Marking his way,
In case of immediate escape.

The Girl makes a sharp turn.
there are a thick of trees she heads into,
The boy follows unaware she knows hes there.

Worried the boy cant find his way back,
He turns to walk back to the path,
As to make it home for dinner.
He walks and walks.
There is nowhere to be going to now, he thinks,
I am lost.
The boy walks and walks,
Night descends,
The boy still wonders.

The girl is back in town the next week,
The people aim there guns at her.
She is frightened.
You took him you witch!
They scream,
Were going to kill you!
They snicker.

A burning to the stake they will do.  
A cry she gives.
To the one who is lost.
She is indeed a witch.
Will she die today?
The boy,
Boarding at her home,
Can't hear her.
He can remember her pretty face,
She was younger than him,
Only 15,
She was pretty.
He had wanted to stay with her,
She was a witch,
He didn't care.

She is being tied now.
She is desperate.
Wont he help her now?
One last scream from her,
It seals her fate.
Her soul never passes on,
For it is enraged.


The boy,
Given eternity to live,
The curse of the black witch.
A doctor now,
Helps a woman give birth to a baby,
She has white hair and blessed green eyes.
She also has a birth mark
A pale almost not there,
Mark of the black witch.

A small star shaped mark,
Rests above her eye.

And thus the black witch is born again.