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The Witch’s Fairy Tale
A Poem
storms and thorns and swords —
oh, these weapons of life
were our least worries
as we fell into the forbidden,
the lure of a love that could never be.
his refuge was someone else,
a princess of fair hair and gem eyes
while I was the monster in the woods,
a witch cut from a different cloth
and a thing of poison and spite.
others will tell a different tale
and say I seduced him with spells,
the words stolen from the devil’s handbook,
while he was just the victim
of a wicked sorceress’s game.
they will never know of the nights
when he visited my hovel
and got down on his knees,
imploring me to hear him out,
because I had bewitched him.
yet there was no magic
to tie two souls together
in a frenzy of what-if’s
and make them believe
in a different path ahead.
