The witch did not discover us.
I made sure.
With years of lying, I could manage this.
Your words were soft,
And then like a storm.
I stopped you with kisses.
You told me rich stories,
And planned our escape.
The witch did not discover us.
I longed to run away with you,
To leave my ivory tower.
Something always stopped you, though.
Some pause in your hand,
Some doubt in your eyes.
One cold day in winter,
I worked it out and saw the truth.
All you wanted was a mistress,
A never fading beauty kept away from growing up
Who let you be a child.
The witch did not discover us,
Not until I planned it thus.
Not until I had two babes within me,
And was certain of your weakness.
When she threatened you,
Wind could not run swifter.
You did not love me,
Not the way she does.
The witch has long since died,
I live in and around the tower.
My eyes sometimes trace the path you took,
It's one I travel with our children.
They always lead the way,
Scampering with hands full of flowers
And rocks and pine cones.
You were part of my freedom,
But you did not create it.
