The Witch’s Memory part fifty eight

​A wicked gleam shimmered from her face

And suddenly he drifting into time and space

Lost in a flurry of sparks and color

That danced around him with pain until he could take no more

His bones began to morph and reshape

In a display that would leave any mouth agape

Soon he stood over her by nearly a head

His confusion filled him with true dread

He opened his mouth with foul words to say

But all thay came out was a braying neigh

He reared back with his hooves stretching high

There was no logical reason as to why

His hands were now sturdy hooves

But he realized there was much to lose


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