---===* Witches' Hour *===---

We shiver in the stormy gloom of night

a night which was always lit for us.

But our light is gone

taken

slipped away

through fingers so tightly squeezed

...but gone.

We knew always that it would happen

but oh, we prayed

called to whoever it is

who hears such mourning

it mattered not.

There are flowers left

which are now an ugly thing

(flowers should never be ugly)

but it is not THEIR fault.

They died with her.

She took a bit of me to an enchanted land

which only she can see.

I must believe that.

It is all I have left.

No, there is no witches' hour

for she who was my Glinda has gone

though she would have stayed

if she could.

The candle still burns

but it burns only for me now

it gave its light to her

but it was not enough.

Someday I will put it out

I nearly did so tonight

but I must be very sure

for one has only a single chance.

How terrible if I was wrong...