Page 113 of Hekate: The Witch
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The cruelty of my family
hurting, maiming,
trying to destroy each other
spread along the tunnel.
My hands shook now
as I froze, every thought
inside my head
was screaming at me
to turn back,
turn back now.
But turning back
meant accepting defeat.
All of this would be for nothing.
I had to continue.
I just had to.
So I took a lavender potion
from my bag of simples
to calm myself,
steeled my nerves
and continued.
The Artist
I did not know what I expected
at the other end of the cave.
But it was not what I found.
At the last crystal there were urns,
purple and red and yellow,
the light shone off the paint
that had carelessly dripped
down these urns like honey.
And there, under the glowing light
