Witches and Pity
She grinned with a broken smile
Teeth jagged and wicked yet neat
As her fingers clasped my heart
Faint was the beat as it twitched
And I flinched as the blood dropped
And she stood and simply watched
Her eyes like daggers and black as coal
Her laugh rang sharp and clear then
As she narrowed her raven's glare
And watched the blood trail down
Then she looked to me and sighed
Her hair was withered and white
As she swung her head side to side
With a tsk and another sigh
She wondered why I believed old tales
I told her that was all I knew
But she merely waved me away
As her hand closed tight
The heart flickered and withered
And I knelt to my knees with the sight
My eyes now dull and gray
My skin pale and cold as death
And the witch just watched
And she made a soft sound
She told me this is what happens
When you give away all you have
I didn't refuse her statement for it was true
My mind was spiraled
It belonged to demons
My soul was crippled
It belonged to angels
And now she held my poor heart
As it stopped beating
And I stopped breathing
The witch looked at me again
And her teeth flashed with a snarl
I was a fool, a mere pity she said
And I bowed my head
And collasped finally to the ground
She said no more
For I was no more
But we both knew the price paid
And we both know what we had said
As I lay cold, withered, and dead
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