By NATHANIEL RUIZ
Staff Writer
Their liberty was broken.
Two witches bore their eyes on a sword,
The progression of words off the paper,
Reading, and chanting their spells,
They are filled with disgust,
Inching their reach,
Tugging the leash,
Every pull restrains the Hero,
Their grasp getting tighter than before.
Until it snaps,
The two witches collapse while the Hero proceeds to the door.
She jumps through the fog,
Strides on a log and defeats the wretched witches,
No more can they call on her sword,
No more can they challenge her pride.