A Witch’s Tale
She was born under the Harvest MoonWith hymns of FaithEnchanting Spells whisperingLying on her mother's chestListening to her tamed heartHer mother singing lullabiesAbout free witches dancing around bonfiresUnder the full MoonGrowing up,society moulded her to fit inBut the shadows of the Soul SistersKept her restless“Here is not where you belong.”Torn by fateLost in the world by rulesWandering among the ignorant