A Poem about Elsa, from my story 'My Black Heart'
Death is my friend,
I feed it a lot.
A heart of gold,
I have not got.
Hatred and anger
Are shown in my eyes,
those feelings are for,
the one's I despise.
My fears are of happiness,
I revel in gloom.
If you cross my path,
it's most certain doom.
My coven are the only,
people I trust,
To defy the king,
is a definate must.
Air is my element,
and so is fire.
Earth completes
after water's desire.
I am a witch,
a Black one at that.
But don't be fooled,
I don't wear a hat.
I thrive from killing,
murder is my art.
Nobody can cure,
My black, black heart.
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