The Ghost Of Roderow Hegg

He died in a sudden in a world untamed and a burden to his own flailing calmness yet nevertheless Hegg was dead dead for her and for her the earth, kingdoms, seas and all under no more was her Roderow and though there somewhere both, and at night both flew the streets of the town heard of the two singing songs around headstones to tempt bones free, they flee fun, they had fun and play, Hegg still played alone never done though she felt him around that creaking sound floorboard chords his beloved now sat, left alone lost while Roderow troubled ornaments at home trying to get her attention or something she could feel so through age and through love sweet candle, sweet flame they were though they’d played in their frolic but he was the witch, not her