a witch drew a deep breath

  and when the men saw
  she said nothing —

  Nothing happened.

it was her hands —
gathering up blood-soaked cloths
  careless of the evils they did
  with the healer’s gift —
motioned them to come in

Vastening,
  shining like a dark lake
  in the dappled light
  between the cliffs and the sea

She saved me, and I
  gave her the way in the dark

and she was free

Never in this world
I would ever wish to stay
Dreams and not the days