The Witch stirs her cauldron, conjuring her life…
She has died and come back six times now, by her own count.
She often ponders why she reawakens after every death.
She hasn’t been in the company of Angels or Demons.
Absolute nothingness abounds while she is dead.
It puzzles her, for she knows the Supernatural exists,
Because she is Supernatural herself.
Why no memories of an afterlife, then?
Does Death enjoy this macabre dance?
Is this His/Her way of flirting?
Well played, Death.
Well played.
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I really liked this, thanks for sharing.
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Thank you!
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Tee-hee! I love this idea of death as a teasing and coy lover, keeping his mysteries to himself.
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Thanks!
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Hahaha! Well played, indeed!
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Thank you!
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This is just yummy, dear Witchyy! I can almost see the witch’s from, and then the little grin as she says, “Well played, Death. Well, played.” 😉
Thank you so much for joining Witches in Fiction 2015… Death Rites and Remembrances. Don’t be a stranger, all right?
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Thank you,glad to be a part of Witches in Fiction 2015!
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😉
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Another fabulous piece that would make a wonderful short film! Very nice to meet you, too! 🙂
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Fabulous & also I had alternate thoughts of ‘Dr Who’ while reading your post, coming back or regenerated after his dances with death.
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