A witch once climbed on top of the city wall.
Which was meant to keep her safe
and hidden from the world.
And what happened to the witch to make this tale worth telling?
Did she stumble?
Did she fall?
Land down on the pavement?
Scratch her knee?
Or break her ankle?
Has she been seen?
Caught by jealous eyes?
Found bleeding on the floor?
Not helped but left in pain?
Laughed at?
Cursed for her attempt?
„It‘s nothing like that“, the witch giggles.
The witch took a climb up.
The witch stood safe.
She did not fall.
She was not seen.
But she caught a glimpse.
On what lays ahead.
Of places to be.
Of shadows to chase.
Her infectious eyes and leaking soul learned secrets to take back home and keep.
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