Your chose will make mine

I’m a witch and it’s all a synch

 When your a wicked old winch who holds everyones fate

As easily as a scarred little finch in the palm of my hand

 Do I take your life with the breathlessness and a pitter patter of a frightened heart

 Or do I set you free and let the breeze carry under your wings

Which would you chose for me this will determine your fate

So mote it be

Reviews

[shadow night]

nice feel to it it flowed out of my mouth like a leaf falling into an ever flowing stream. i feel like the part "Who hold your fate" i feel like your should be every ones . . . When your a wicked old winch who holds every ones fate . . . idk it just what i feel its your work and none the less i love it it makes me imagine that an evil whitch is holding a poor bird hostiage and their squizeing the life out of the bird but then deicdes to let it go . . . nice

[Mark]

images of of the 'wicked old winch' holding a finch and pulling us toward her come to mind. An interesting read. As you continue writing, I hope to follow where you go. :)