WITCH

          I didn't ask to be
         cast into orange Hell
          where angry flame envelops my soul
          and steals the flesh.
         Words crackling and sparking,
          disappear from view to brand your being.
          Burning and shrinking
          Burning and shrinking.
         I always saw the truth.
         Remember the ember.
         

THE SHELL

              Darling son,the war is won
              although your battle rages on.
             I hold your head in hands to cry
             yet cannot feel the reasons why.
 
             Close to me, I'll take your pain
             and hope the enemy feels the same.
             Your terrors will be safe with me.
             I'll shoot them from your mind.
             You'll see.
                   x