Witchcraft
To wreak havoc on her enemy
She invoked a fiery wind
But she was engulfed in the storm
Which she could not now rescind
Swirling leaves pointed like knives
Became a tornado of great force
Oh, she died of a thousand cuts
Yet without feeling remorse
29-October-2022
Painting prompted Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lisa YY
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Word count: 48
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