The once was a woman
Who was in to crystals
And herbs
And everything nature based
But the locals called her a Satanist
Devil worshipper
But lo she was not even close to that
Stones stones stones
They say
As the stone her to death
She was not a proper doctor
This was casted as the lover of the Devil
Stones stones stones
They say
As the murder
Her
Her body was left
To rott
And to be eaten
By animals
A sad ending for a healer
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Midnight : poems |starting
PoetryMight night is the darker version of colours, where I talk more about mental health and mental illness. As well as things that go bump in the night. This talks about my long hard road to hell and back. This poems talk more about what life is like...
