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The Witch
By Leah (a.k.a. Broomstyx)
I pitied pain in man or beast,
And only sought their good,
I used my herbs and healing arts,
To help them if I could
I pitied small defenseless things,
And since I lived alone,
The orphaned hare, the homeless cat,
Crouched on my warm hearthstone.
Though all could see my frugal life,
And none could deem me rich,
Some swore I sold my soul for gold
And cursed me for a witch.
And when there came the crop that failed,
The child that could not thrive,
They drove me out with blow and shout,
To hang or burn alive.
By Leah (a.k.a. Broomstyx)
I pitied pain in man or beast,
And only sought their good,
I used my herbs and healing arts,
To help them if I could
I pitied small defenseless things,
And since I lived alone,
The orphaned hare, the homeless cat,
Crouched on my warm hearthstone.
Though all could see my frugal life,
And none could deem me rich,
Some swore I sold my soul for gold
And cursed me for a witch.
And when there came the crop that failed,
The child that could not thrive,
They drove me out with blow and shout,
To hang or burn alive.