Some witches were burned
But far more were buried – lost
Till moonlit tides turn
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The Cave Part 11
Darkness, and the countless points of light, as if the entire void beyond was filled with the fire of a million stars. I felt as if I was staring into the eternity of a night sky beyond those wooden doors, the place beyond the actual reality, while I stood behind a curtain of scenery, the mountain and sky a mere pretense. And in that void beyond of unfathomable space, there hung suspended a mighty shard of crystal floating in place, with hundreds of a far smaller chunks orbiting around it in balanced but intersecting circles, no two in the same path. These caught the light from the center, and sparkled with inner fire each.
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Gosh this was extreme powerful! Well done!
I like this. So simple yet meaningful <3
Such a punch with so few syllables 🤜
Supposedly to save their souls. In reality, to protect the status quo & power structures in place. The return of the Sanderson sisters? Will someone be lighting a black candle? No, patriarchy will finally come to an end. But what will replace it?
this is so powerful. well done!
great poem Joelle