The Witch’s Revenge

Pain trickles through my

Ancient fingers like

A faceless ghost

I am my own worst enemy

The witch floats downwards

With her wand like a bone

Painted black

I haven’t any cauldron

I do not own a cat

I was a witch in a past life

Giving death a wry smile

It was enough to make the winter

Take flight

I came to heal the trees

And show the men

When Halloween is near

I am the devil

Make no mistake of that

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By Alexis Child

Alexis Child hails from Toronto, Canada; home to dreams and nightmares. Besides having rare mystical experiences she hopes are not just short circuits in the brain, she writes dark and mystical poetry, starving in the garret with her muse. She had her first magical experiences at the age of 9 and she recalls playing with a Ouija Board that predicted whom her childhood best friend would marry later on in life and this prediction did, indeed, come to pass. This was behavior that led to her parents fears that she would be attracted to the occult in later life, how little they could have known . . . . Alexis’ poetry and fiction has been featured in numerous online and print publications. Her first collection of poetry, Devil in the Clock, a dark and sinister slice of the macabre is available on Amazon. Her second collection of poetry will be released in the near future from Cyberwit Publishing. Please visit Alexis’ YouTube Channel:

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