“Mind how you go“, said the crone to the world; as all the good deeds of her long life unfurled.
Death had come knocking so often before. But, this was last call & she’d stall him no more.
Leaving the world better than she found it…she quit with Death & her exit resounded.
What would they do now that she was not here? Who’d they now look to; she’d lived long without peer?
She’d mentored her heir; prepared her a pitch. Now all would come down to a tough maiden witch.
L.B.Stowe 