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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Saturday, October 5, 2013
Witch
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5 comments:
Great poem paired with a perfectly creepy picture!
I love her pointed little witch feet.
Great poem. Awesome pic.
"Blight" is such a great word.
Very interesting.
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