On top of her broom and into my room, she flew.
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 in to break me, shake me and hate me, I too...
....Could stand up embrace that things bony face and strike!
With all of my might I lash out and fight its right!
We wrestled and wrangled in blood thirsty tangles. I bite!
The sorceress wins no ungodly sin tonight.
The lull that comes after my heart just beats faster, I know.
And see what's in inside her the rage thats on fire, It grows.
The night will come calling no stopping, no stalling. she'll show.
And into the gloom I'll enter my room, then go.
The cycle I'm living no taking no giving such woe......
Leaving behind the shell of my mind to sow........freedom.
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