Seriously,
Little Witches;
Play the edges.
Fogs of War,
Are supposed to be dispelled –
Not huddled in fear from,
Turtling up like cowards.
Knowledge remains power,
In most perfect sanguine form.
I’d not trade this source of my power,
For anything.
Physical strength is something,
That’ll wane.
PLAY
Play The Edges.
