Here is my’word of the week’, to learn new words and give myself writing prompt opportunities This week is ‘Goetic’.
Complicit Coven
Tendrils of her fire wafted through the tree limbs,
But this goetic magic won’t set them alight.
Tucked deep in the forest to uncover their schemes,
Her travel pouch glittered in the starlight.
She was sure one of her coven was false,
She could feel the spidery lines of a curse on her skin,
And prayed it was only one and not a full blown cabal,
This spell would make it certain.
She released purple leaves and rose dust into the embers,
The red flames scorched away by a black wave,
A viscous wave climbed along her skin, to her shoulders,
The wave exploded into dust and her world was clave.
The imprint on her skin was the confirmation,
Her sister had betrayed her to become their Priestess.
Destroying what was left of their shared extraction,
In her broken heart she knew she should justice,
This deception will be the last grievance,
She will have her vengeance…
