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The Witch

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In glanced up, a ring of fire
Was circling its master
Her raven hair was starting to blaze
And wave violently in the wind.
It caught orange-red, it started to singe.
Instead of burning off her head,
It turned to a burnt red color, the color of
Pure power.
A volcano erupted behind her, the lava escaped and
Pooled around her.
She looked deadly but beautiful.
Then she said, “You will be this destructive one day. I will teach you how.”
I gasped, but realized that I wanted to be.
My dreams came to life as the fire flared out of my soul



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