Be Gone They said,“If the broom fits, ride it!”And she did, of courseControlling, fearless and fierceAware of all secretsAnd what might be source Gifted with calculating skillsAnd knowing where souls andskeletons were concealedShe used information acquiredHolding feet to the fireShameful stories were revealed Stopping one dayTo take refreshmentFrom an offered chalice It was poison she drankThat took herContinue reading “Be Gone”