In the years before
My ascension to heaven,
The witches came.
One wanted to
Sip of my youth,
Leaving me old
And barren.
And I thought
She was my sister.
The other tried
To tempt me with
Love, presuming
I liked her.
A third proceeded
To extract what
She could of my brain,
As if it would help her.
But what could they do
I was bent on
Getting my due
Up in my Father's haven.
March 3, 2009
10:30-11:14 pm