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Posted by deirdrehbrt on January 16, 2004, at 0:09:55
We've written alot of poetry over the years, and thought we might share some of it here. Some of it is 20 or more years old, but reading it has been kind of enlightening. So, here is my first.... or first here.
The Witch
The yellow flames leap for the sky,
feeding contentedly on what once lived.
A symbol of life that is life-consuming.
As the flames get closer,
tonguing hungrilly at my flesh,
I begin to wonder,
Trying to understand,
why?
These flames that were once thought of as cleansing,
These searing tongues of golden light that gave warmth,
the same that are now devouring the flesh from my bones.
Why?
What have I done?
I loved these people.
I did nothing to harm them.
Them, They who hate me for what I am.
I am dying, burning,
yet the heat and pain do not bother me.
I am alive,
and will be for long after I die.
I am a witch,
and my magic will survive.I wrote this one 22 years ago, and it always has something new for me.
Dee.
Posted by Jai Narayan on January 16, 2004, at 8:05:35
In reply to The Witch, posted by deirdrehbrt on January 16, 2004, at 0:09:55
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