The trees grew tall and strong
Her heart grew old and weak
The flowers bloomed of bright red and pink
Her hair faded in curls of white
Her voice grew softer during the night
The wind blew steady as the owl sang his song
Her last night was tonight
She couldn’t hold on for long
As she listened to the owl sing his song
Her eyes closed slowly
Her hands felt heavy
She felt she was ready
She breathed her last breathe
The owl flew to her bed
With his smile
The witch was finally dead
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