they say when she draws near,
the skies darken in fear
tremble and thunder,
they weep for mercy
they say when she walks,
the earth crumbles behind her feet
lightning flashes and burns,
she leaves ashes in her wake
they say when she speaks,
the forest quiets itself to listen
that the air turns to static
her words echo in the silence
she's a cruel goddess,
a reaper of the nature she grows
the reigning queen of destruction,
the heiress to a new world
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The Witching Hour
Poetrypoetry about the wicked and the witchy || featured by WP Poetry on Oddities Unknown || #183 in poem (11/3/18)
