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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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