the uncovenly witch conspires with the devil as her soul’s ointment–  she 

does not socialize on full moons, does 

not stir the cauldron or 

speak to (or back at) others, 

to preserve her silent will
a moral will allow a 
witch the choice to ignore you but 
he – the devil – says to speak 
only to those who fly high as he 
moves stoically through hell, gnashing 
his teeth on the wagging 
tongue of the air

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