The Wind Wtch Poem by Tango
The Wind Wtch
The wind witches scream,
interrupted my dream.
I sat bolt upright in bed,
was that noise out side,
or in my head.
Oh! There it is again,
it's just the wind witch screaming,
through the old window frame.
Tango.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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8/28/2026 8:15:36 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Brings back memories when I lay awake the whole night watching a shadow of a windwitch sharpening her scythe, only to find come morning it was a combination of a jacket over the cupbaod door and a branch rubbing across the window pane...Well done T