The Witch’s Revenge A Poem by Alexis Child

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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