She always loved witchcraft.
She performed little acts of magic over her lifetime:
making it rain (just a simple dance and chant),
bringing a child back to life (nothing like Pet Sematary, sorry Stephen),
turning a prince into a beast (much harder than it sounds, but worth the effort).

However, when it was time to empty the lioness
and put away a universe of misadventures,
She could only pray in the cool garden of the roads between.

Within, every dirty pretty thing seemed like a lullaby.

She soon discovered that the nectar of knowing hurt
and every word she uttered was a shotgun to the head.