her magic is as strong as her heart, never faltering in will and strength

her song is as enchanting as her beauty, her skin glows like her mother: the moon

her body sways like the grass, nature flowing with her

her divinity is unlike any you have ever seen, challenging any god you have heard of

she will not come to you, no. you will only see her in your dreams, beckoning you ever so closer

will you follow her? yes, you will. how could you not? you can hardly resist her and she knows that

but beware, for she has more sisters and they are even more nimble than the grass, more unforgiving than mother moon, and as harsh as the sea

you will not see them coming, not before they swallow you whole, devouring you body and soul

but maybe, they are merciful. maybe after they steal your soul they will bury your body in their garden of moonlight

maybe they will ask their mother to hang you with her precious stars, forever to be admired yet forgotten

but witches aren’t known to be so kind.

so be weary traveler, for there is only doom where the witches play

i hope you enjoy this short poem about witches. i felt inspired and just couldn’t help myself. i love all you witchy girls out there x

with magic and love,

heiress 🪽