The years forgone, Yet terror grips this town. They whisper of her cruelty, They mourn in silence, The deaths of the conspirators, And the believers never cease. The echoes of her cackles, And the small whimpers, Fills the dark silence of the night. Some call her a monster, Others, a victim. Some reminisce her purity.Continue reading “O’Wise Witch Epilogue”
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