The Necromancer

On a cold, stormy night I came into this world. I bore the dual stigma of not just being born into a slave family, but also of killing my mother. They say my mother, who would get visions, had predicted it, but had still kept me alive in her womb because she foresaw what I…

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Last Words of a Witch

Petrified, I stand, Before this world, But you are gone. Perjurious, Your words, Your sanctimonious talk, Now I’m all alone. Perfidious, My self, My flesh, filthy, depraved, Is what it is called. Pernicious Their stares, Who once worshiped me, Why now am I scorned? Penurious, Your love, Yet I gave it my all, Am I…

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