The Chronicles of Infel

The Elegy of the End Witch

The woods are thick with Evergreen,

An old and long forgotten scene,

And through the mist and tangled roots

A tiny witch strolls on between.


Though trees are dark and path is long,

The little witch continues on,

And as she wanders through the mist

She sings a soft and quiet song.


‘What brings you here?’ the forest asks,

As little witch begins her task

And pours the blue phantasmal souls

Upon the earth from tiny flask.


‘What once was mine I sought to keep,’

The little witch begins to speak.

‘But had I known the Shadow’s price,

My life I may have let him reap.’


She pauses then amidst the wood,

Remembering the spot she stood

When once a bargain she had made.

She finished song as best she could.


‘And though he freed me from his chain,

This freedom brings me only pain.

For thousands more must pay my price

And I must ask what I have gained.


For I am lost without a home,

Although I never could have known.

I reap the seeds that I have sown,

And wander through the mist alone.


And wander through the mist alone.’