The witch and the huntsman
One starry night
while the moon shines so bright
A witch was in her room
wondering as she rode her broom
traveling into somewhere
Where anyone could be fair
Seeing her reflection across the river
Pain and hatred had already invade her
She does not want to be like this
whilst she wants a normal life;
She does not want to live like this anymore
She does not want to be treated like a bear
Being hunt by people
Disgust and Hated by all
So She took her dagger
And stab it into her heart
She felt that her heart was going to fell a part
Indeed she was wrong, the wound in her chest healed
She could not kill herself
because of her enchanting magic
It was too tragic,
That the wound in her heart had healed
Whilst she couldn't heal her pain and sorrow
She made herself starve
leaving some scars
she fell off her broom
leaving some noise "BOOM"
She was feeling weak but strong
She was feeling lonely but devilish
She couldn't stand it long
Casting a spell not so strong:
"By the sunlight , by the moonlight,
by the stars that shines all night,
Let the glow that shines so bright
rise out deep inside.
by the power of east and west,
by the warmth inside your chest,
let your head lay down to rest"
She fell asleep with a not so peaceful mind
Not knowing that there is someone in her behind
Into the bushes where the man hid
He saw everything, surely he did
He felt guilty over his self
Killing all witches good or bad
Both are different yet so alike
He does not know anything
He took care of the witch
Until the witch would wake up
The witch was confused
She did not know what to say
She knew that she would be killed by the man
Yet he didn't...
He taught her to accept what she really are
Whilst she gave him treasures
Both have gaze into each others world
Considering that they are mortal enemies in real world
But the fact made it a bluff
The feeling of love suddenly puff
They were both happy
Both have fell in love.
But one day,
Realization dove into the huntsman;
"A huntsman and a witch to be friends
always end up into an end.
They could not be in each other's world
because they are different not so a like"
The huntsman knew that he couldn't heal the wounds in her heart
That he was not for her and so he left her out of the blue
The witch on the other hand don't know what to do
The pain again had strike her heart leaving some permanent wounds
She was lonely again
Catching tears into her not so dirty hands.
"Maybe i am too hideous to love" she concluded.
As she cast a spell making her sleep for the rest of her life.
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