Her lover brewed her a lethal cocktail.
Aroma of tiger lilies.
He shakes it, gives it a scary stir.
Her lover, well he killed her.
Her spirit still remains.

She left a legacy.
She's out to save the hearts of the wretched ones.
Those in need of light protection.
Lets them know that she is there.
The purple haired juniper witch.
Still fresh in lively mind.
The truth is out there .
Oh unenlightened ones.
Breath in the air.
See the light.
Trysts of twisted truths.
Spirits exist.
We feel them without seeing.
Smell them as bunches of orange lilies, pungent ones.
Awareness of lily scent.
Indicative of living spirits near, of persons passed before.
We sense their passing souls lingering, a long time lost.
(c)Livvi