Witch
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Whimsical she-devil cackling shrieks “the last word is thine’s”, thou teach
Indelible imp, encourage undermining spells versed, is what thou preach
Trek thy for youthful victims, “high on your horse” ‘til thou’s scratched the itch
Cursed ink is thine’s, a twig held casting expertise; an “old hand” twitch
Haggard by thy deeds, torn by myne meekness, crone on a stone-cold throne
Copyright © I Am Anaya | Year Posted 2023
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