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The Witch

She wasn’t meant to fall in love

As she was known to be evil

She was meant to fly the skies above

And be chased with pitchforks, which was so medieval

She wasn’t destined to live happily ever after
She was destined to be defeated
She doesn’t deserve any laughter
And was always thought of as conceited

She wasn’t meant to look pretty
And people feared her
No one ever took pity
She was living in a blur

They all believed what they believed
And thought they were right
Not one thought they’ve been deceived
Because she was the witch, to be slain by a knight

©Maria Michaela

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That Knight

a silver shade in  pale moon light

across the swamp of misty haze,

comes a figure of a knight

his horse running in a blaze.

despite the starry, starry night

despite the moon beam that gazed,

the knight’s face is hidden from sight

just like  the moon in its new phase.

 

mysteriously he passes by

never stopping at all

people often wonder why,

he never hears their call.

even when the maiden fair

called out for his help

he did not stop, didn’t seem to care

not even when she yelped

 

so on he goes through the fog of darkness

reaching out to no one

covered in thick mud of harshness

his knightly days are done

it would seem that every bit of kindness

he had left, is now gone

 

one can’t help but feel pity

this knight that used to shine.

now he wanders from city to city

pretending to be fine