Her skin a ghostly pale, she wearsan ebony cap upon her head.Like a coyote’s scream,her amber eye pierces the night.Her secrets walk upon silver water,and those who want to hearlisten.
Back against the wall,holding the weight of the worldagainst thin shouldersto free those who laidthe bricks of self-damnationto wash their own hands
She calls from her tombas she digs her way to light.In her dance to lifeshe bows to the sun,yellow skirt flouncing with windand crown held in place.
Mysteries of treesjourney with the wind, settlingover time’s pastures.
Icy fingernailsdip into the stream of lifeand diamonds emerge.
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The Water Witch’s Daughter
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