A shooting pain fires down her arm.
A spot of magic, not a charm.
An arm that suffers muscular bites.
Obviously right.
Over used, in writes abuse.
Actually it hurts a tad, guess it must be cause she's bad.
A wild old witch, just a tad sad.
She has auburn hair, not ruby, as once was preconceived.
She dances not with devils, nor treads on angels toes, but the soothes the brows of wild ones as her nature's juxtaposed.
Only when she writes however; for she hath a tender touch, a gentle nature. For in the world of real land, she is really gentle, but when her pen plays upon the boards, she comes out rather mental!
(C) Livvi