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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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 8, 2010

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