O’Wise Witch Prelude.

Swish of her skirt,
Innocent smiles,
Lilies in her hair,
Shaded by the dome of ignorance,
As she so cruelly faces the horrors,
The delicate facade crumbles,
The shadow of rage and vengeance,
Clanks of the pitchforks, 
Shouts of support,
Screams of warning and pain,
The fire in her eyes,
As she erupts,
Tremors of her anger felt across worlds.