The Witches hold a Meeting

This is just impossible,
There is no way to restore,
The Wonderful Balance of Nature,
That we had in our world before.

The scales have tipped us over,
We’re found wanting in the measure.
The writing’s now upon the wall.
Due to lust and greed and treasure.

But all’s not lost, we’ve been here before.
We’re well versed in the measures to come.
We must pack up our things and turn the tides,
For our journey away from the Sun.

Buckle up ladies,
We’re heading to Earth!
And they all set off,
For Adam’s birth.


©CMA 2016

 

 

From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories

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