Witches Poem by Andrea Szyhowski
Witches
Upon a full moon,
After years of slumber,
Awaken four girls of one mother.
Deep in the darks of their hearts,
A bond was made, Now it parts.
Under the light of the moon,
The one of glass turns,
Her soul now burns.
Good in her body,
Evil in her soul,
She is the enemy,
She is the key.
The youngest powers,
Never bloomed,
Her soul is now doomed.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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