A peaceful witch is one to be feared, for she has had her mettle tested, and from the fires of her past, come out all the stronger. Now that is not to say she does not have weakness, for all who live and breath have their failings. The witch with a smile though, knows all of her faults, and has braced them with her wits. So, independent and of her own will she lives, with a secret knowledge of all things living, she lives in her druid worlds, using natures laws as her courthouse. From the air, the eagles call, and to her it has a special meaning, be wary your footsteps at her door, for truth is she has seen your coming.
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PoesíaI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
