Jan. 2nd, 2010

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The Witch
By Leah (a.k.a. Broomstyx)

I pitied pain in man or beast,
And only sought their good,
I used my herbs and healing arts,
To help them if I could

I pitied small defenseless things,
And since I lived alone,
The orphaned hare, the homeless cat,
Crouched on my warm hearthstone.

Though all could see my frugal life,
And none could deem me rich,
Some swore I sold my soul for gold
And cursed me for a witch.

And when there came the crop that failed,
The child that could not thrive,
They drove me out with blow and shout,
To hang or burn alive.

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