Saturday, October 5, 2013


O brothers mine, take care! Take care!
The great white witch rides out to-night.
Trust not your prowess nor your strength,
Your only safety lies in flight;
For in her glance there is a snare,
And in her smile there is a blight.

James Weldon Johnson

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Caffeinated Joe said...

Great poem paired with a perfectly creepy picture!

Willow Cove said...

I love her pointed little witch feet.

Jay's Shadow said...

Great poem. Awesome pic.

Joel said...

"Blight" is such a great word.

bean said...

Very interesting.