Witchcraft… #Poetry



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On moonlit nights I walk among the tombstones

Looking for the one taken from me

Her soul trapped by heavy stone

She calls to me

Jealous minds laid her there

Pointing fingers, witchcraft they said

My sweet Annabel, no harm would she make

Her healing touch now lost to those in need

They are poorer for her passing

How is it I am still here if human she be?

Did those pointing fingers know what I could not?

Did love’s blinkers keep me blind?

Is she truly there beneath the ground

Is my mind wrapped in her spell?



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