Spellegio 514

thanks to the arts she learned in that medieval trivia
and by the daphnomancer's steaming kettle
in the spagyric hour with salts and tubes and crystals
a witch creates and recreates elementals

ahhhh but she in the morning so powerful and special
not silent and arrogant in judging itself eternal
forget that fear and envy are universal

and soon after tied to a pyre she burns
bulging eyes watching the fire crackle
while those who watch in joy
flee scared in the riot that no one expect:
it's the drumming of black angels wings
that another dirty soul came to collect
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