Witch's Fire

Paladin's iris executed ideals and idea like order

Scorned by Witch's wisdom
Witch! he exclaimed
Thy vision governs fury mankind disdains
But thy eyes holds compassion too
Mine holds fear

Thou whispers wise to roses
Thou supple skin never fears the thorns?
Witch you hold occult dear
Hence I fear

Know thou not that King rules thy land?
That thou move through the tall grasses like a mother
My Queen disapproves of thee Witch!
Such grace must serve royalty or be royal themselves
Thee novice, mere commoner and moves like the crown herself
I scorn at thee for thou know not the land thou stands on

Witch!
I do mock the vision of a young lady with mind of a crone.