As soon as “The Twitch” arrived, poor thing, he put her under his ‘fluence,
Mind, for a while, met mind, thoughts mingling, forming a confluence,
Then, he gave a look toward The Witch of Greythorne, so she was physically froze,
She couldn’t help her brethren sister, even if she chose.
He mentally cut “The Twitch” loose,
Then, with one hand picked her up, threw her away, like one would a piece of refuse,
He laughed contemptuously……”Ha….You know very little!”
Then said sneeringly……”You, are not even worthy of my spittle…….
Even your stupid name……Ha…..The Twitch……”
Then cruelly…….“You’re not even a full blooded witch……
You’re a half breed…….
Of you I have no need…..
You’re not even worth the effort to take your miserable life, you ugly sow…..
Get out of my sight….Get on your stupid broomstick and leave right now!”
“The Twitch”, picked up her hat….Totally stunned, in more ways than one,
Backed away slowly with broomstick in hand, turned and was off at a full run,
In fright,
She took flight,
With no procrastination,
She decided instantly where should be her destination,
Zig zagging into the night, like a scalded cat,
At reckless speed on she flew, the wind whipping at her hat,
Cold thoughts of fury and revenge starting to work through her head,
Though she knew she was lucky not to be stone dead,
So, thoughts now ordered, on she flew,
By his arrogance….Egron, had just made a big mistake….She cackled…If only he knew!
For now, she had a plan….
Hence her destination….To seek out her old enemy…A dead Wizard, and, a young man…..
Though she didn’t know it, she was unwittingly playing Egron’s hand,
Manipulated by him, on she flew, with all speed…….. To Faerie Land.