Sortilegy 427
thanks to the arts she learned in that medieval trivia
and by her steaming daphnomancer's kettle
in the spagyric hour with salts and tubes and crystals
a witch creates and recreates elementals
ahhhh but she in the morning so modern
not silent and arrogant in judging itself eternal
so capable and loquacious forgets the envy of the deceitful people
and then
late in the afternoon tied to a burning pyre
bulging eyes watching the fire crackle
while those who watch in joy
flee scared in the riot
listening to the rustle of dirty old angels' wings
that another soul came to collect.
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