Circle of the Witch

The witch stands in a circle.
I hear her beckoning me with a soft voice.
"Come to me lost soul and I will save you."
She screams in my ear and I howl loudly.
I slit my wrist and the blood drops in the grass.
She laughs in my ear as my blood pours out.
The world begins to fade and I fall into an eternal sleep.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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