But the old witch shows up, doesn't she. She arrives, with a short, respectful bow, eyeing her wary hosts. She knows better than to wait for an invitation that will never come.
She arrives, the 13th guest, bringing an uncomfortable blessing. She brings an unsettling gift. As the old wise woman, she brings the awareness of death to the baptism: she whispers in the young child's ears messages full of power and uncomfortable grace.
She doesn't cause death, she is simply comfortable with it. Because she is no longer afraid of death - or life, she delivers the clear message of destiny.
The 13th guest is a gift, but not everyone sees it that way.
She arrives, the 13th guest, bringing an uncomfortable blessing. She brings an unsettling gift. As the old wise woman, she brings the awareness of death to the baptism: she whispers in the young child's ears messages full of power and uncomfortable grace.
She doesn't cause death, she is simply comfortable with it. Because she is no longer afraid of death - or life, she delivers the clear message of destiny.
The 13th guest is a gift, but not everyone sees it that way.
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(an homage to Shel Silverstein)
Aye.
A witch does
live here.
Her house
lives in whispers and her heart in the dark.
Be wary
children.
Her dog does
more than bark.
A witch does
live here.
Her eyes
burn hard and her fires harder.
Be wary
young innocents.
Her gaze
does harden.
A witch does
rightly live here.
And it’s a deep
darkness that she brings.
To those who
believe in magic
Moonlight
and other lovers' things
Aye.
A witch does
live here
But I don’t
think it’s fair.
Just to be a
women who cried her last tear
And didn’t
want to wash her hair.
That witch who now lives here
She once
made someone’s heart beat.
She was a
fool for his love.
He fell at
her feet.
Aye the
witch may now live here
But, please recall,
it wasn’t always so.
He once
kissed her in a rainstorm.
She once
kissed each of his toes.
Children, a
witch does live here
But don’t
throw rocks at her home
He already
broke each dusty window
Left a pile
of broken bones
Yes. A witchedly
wretched witch does live here
But she
never wanted to
Still he built
her this haunted home
So she’ll live
here till she’s through
It’s just a
witch that lives here
So while
children shall beware
It’s not her
you should be scared of
Just her
fate that you could share.
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