String of Death

It floats in the air with an eerie grace
The witches spot it and it’s no mistake,
They hop on their brooms and give chase,
Hoping to attain the string that will take
Them from this place.
They were once powerful beyond measure,
Eliciting pain or inducing great pleasure, until
Their power got the better of them and the pressure
Led them to disgrace and their spell book had been
Revoked, as well as them being sent to this shameful
The String of Death eludes them so, how they wish to
To save their immortal souls! This shame and remorse
Doesn’t serve them well for their youth has been stripped
By regret, and the hell, of knowing they had that awesome
Power, that they rose through the coven ranks within hours.
They were about to be summoned to the tower until everything
Suddenly went sour.
The String of Death is their only chance to reclaim
Their power and place their lives back in their hands,
They give chase for the String of Death, counting the
Moments as they chase their last breath.

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