Witch

by Alya   Sep 17, 2004


It was passed in families
Since most ancient times,
From woman to woman
As it was in mine.

Not to harm, not to wound
But to only do well.
The art of healing,
and casting spell.

The art of helping,
The art of love,
The power of herbs,
And skies above.

I was born on Sunday
When fresh snow fell...
The last of my line
I'm a witch as well.

In helping others,
To take the pain.
To watch so powers
Not used in vain.

But there is a price
For all gifts above...
It's said that witches-
Are unhappy in love.

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  • 16 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    I love this piece. It is original, refreshing and different from anything that I've ever read in dark section. Great poem, I like how you waved powerful poem with such simplicity and that was truly intense.
    Keep up!

  • 18 years ago

    by shannon

    5/5 great jobb...

    much love
    shannon

  • 19 years ago

    by Robyn Park

    Very interesting, and original. I liked this poem a lot, as I'm very interested in the occult. This is how I think of witches too, (if they really do exist that is) Anyway, excellent poem. Keep writing.

  • 19 years ago

    by Nefarius

    wow, a side of witches you don't often see in poetry, very well written, too

    good job

  • 19 years ago

    by Jacki

    Merry Meet! ;) Just wanted to say I really enjoyed this poem havn't read any poems like this on here and its about time!!! LOL great Job.

    Blessed be ;)

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