The Witch Of Silvenguard Poem by Micah Krahn

Within the icy harmonic hills of Silvenguard where the chilling shadows of winter’s sleep await its defiance
The lone citadel of Aranoriah quietly anticipates the insolence of evil amongst the moonlit sky
Inside the dark courtyard a glint of silver is reflected off the spring allied by the horde of trees.
Ahead of the steps in the cascades, a faint whisper can be heard…
Intrigued by the whisper the branches begin to intertwine silently toward the soft murmur
A young girl cries softly upon the steps of the fountain surrounded by three sirens gently chanting
“Ilenariah, drink thy immortality”
Gazing into the shimmering waves, she soothingly drinks in the cold haunting water.
Strident shrieking could be heard past the courtyard and through the shadow of winter’s vendetta beneath the skies Silvenguard.
“It’s poison, she screamed! ”
The poison spread like wildfire to her heart, transforming her dark hair to cotton white, dark wings begin to crawl out of her shoulders.
Horridly hissing at her, the sirens vanish into thin air, laughter disappearing into the bitter wind torrential twisting and leaving chills down her spine….