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She waited,

and that’s what she hated

doing most,

as she listened to the steady beat

of her heart,

she felt the heat,

becoming a part

of her,

he death was celebrated,

her race just faded,

and a smile on the witch hunter’s face,

was of jubilation,

such a disgrace,

but she was the queen of witch nation,

her death,

gave him such immediate happiness,

and a gratifying breath.