Garret Hollis Andrews
Burning Witch. - Poem by Garret Hollis Andrews
Blackend bones, lay in a pile.
Broken and shattered from age.
A long set trial, created this pile.
The bones of a wild sage.
She who chanted spell by spell,
and broke the sacred charter.
Now in hell she spends her days,
For she made a risky barter.
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