Raven hair blew freely in the wind,
They say she was a mortal sin.
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Sky blue eyes pressed tightly shut,
They say her words did corrupt.
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Red lips trying to suck a breath,
They say she only brought out death,
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Black nails scratched at her throat,
They say evil was what she wrote.
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Delicate feet kicked in the air,
They say of her we should beware.
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Slinder body jerked in its swing,
They say she did the most wicked things.
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Knotted rope held till it was done,
They say with the devil she was one.
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All went still and the witch was dead,
They say she came back and took their heads.
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Poems and Stuff Part 2
Poetryhere's more poems just for you maybe even a ramble or two you must read at your own risk you never know whacha gonna get
