On top of her broom and into my room, she flew.
She dropped with a sigh and stared in my eye, she grew!
A quake in my knees and soft spoken plea's, I knew.
She'd come to break me, shake and hate me, I too...
....Stand up and take that things bony face and strike!
All of my might I lash out and fight its right!
We wrestled, wrangled, blood and tangles. I bite!
Sorceress wins no ungodly sin tonight.
Lull that comes after, heart beats faster, I know.
See what's in inside her the rage on fire to grow.
Night comes calling, no stops, no stalling. she'll show.
Into the gloom I'll enter my room, then go.
Cycles I'm living, taking, giving such woe......
Leaving behind the shell of my mind to sow...
Freedom.
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