http://slow.writerscafe.org/witchrift The original writings of author witchyboy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776101810 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Down by the willow tree,where grey clouds wilter and fall,silenced by beating;wistful musings.Down by the roots,a resting place;tears entanglingand budding into the earth.Now the bluebells rise;yet woeful in slant, still comfort was foundas they are.Down, down, underneath,entangled in blue,now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchrift/1656936/ Bark fraying, branches snatched,fitting to your whims and views,yet with life anew befitted onto that we lostwe bloom. Painted grey was the ground,hardened to suit where you'd play, silent wails echoed throughslashing the lie in two,green blades standing tall, we bloom.Towers con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchrift/1656934/ Eyes as hollow as awaiting flower pots, the fertility dug out from their depths;still yet to bear the seedsof vibrancy overlapped, absorbing the sun’s rays. Her head would sway down, figure wilted, hands overgrown on each other - fingers tangling together like roots. A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchrift/1656932/ He wore candles on his back Fallen from faith was he;stripped of grace and salvation,to his knees.Readied with lashings, set to bear his altar,with wax mixed into the fray torn skin;sealing up his bloodied sins.Those candles stood tall at first Luminous as they were;revealing a truth .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchrift/1656929/ She would breathe in the nothingand exhale whole galaxies. An artist by nature, her blood laced with creation; flowing from her fingertips to the beat of the clockworkthat was her life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchrift/1656928/