The Witch’s Memory part seventy

The witch tossed back her hair and searched the sky

“I’m going to help you and I’ll tell you why

Too long our world have been at arms’ length

Not taking advantage of each other strength

So we battle amongst ourselves

Placing us in our combined hell

To break free means to reach out

Showing that vengeance is not all that where about

If that means starting with you and me

Then that is how it must be

I carry no ill will towards you

For we have only just met that much is true

But our struggles are connected down to the bone

This is our plight that we must own

We need to save each other no longer broken

By the words so long ago spoken”

The princess was confused by the witch

As her surroundings return to pitch

The Witch’s Memory part sixty five

She thought he was through trying to marry her off

At this she supposed she had to scoff

She was a pawn in a long played game

No matter her voice the results were the same

She was property no more or less

In need of a man to make her a success 

That was not how she saw her life

This was not about her strife

If love came along she was open to it

But to be sold off would not be her exit

The Witch’s Memory part sixty four

With his equine eyes he looked around 

No sight of the witch could be found

Yet he knew with his beating heart 

That Jaspeak set this up from the start

But in his current form there was nothing to do

But wait for the inevitable pain to ensue

Day turned to night and crowd went their way

On their tongues nothing more to say

And just as Roland the Horse had feared

That beautiful princess he had reared

Stole away into the night

In an effort to avoid this plight

She had her father’s cunning, pluck, and his nerve

To not settle for a life she didn’t deserve 

The only ones to see her were the night guard

And stopping royalty proved rather hard

She took off as quick as her feet would move

Shortly finding herself in a groove

Whipping through the copse of trees

Not minding the scrapes along her knees

All while thinking her father had gone mad

What had become of dear old dad?

The Witch’s Memory part sixty one

​This was his lot and he’d wear it well

From place to place and sell to sell

He knew he was deserving of much worse

And he’d endure to see an end to the curse

As he struggled for the end he did seek

Always watching was the beautiful Jaspeak 

The witch watched on with interest 

Sure that she would get the best

Of their exchange so many years in the making 

Vengeance was all hers for the taking

Yet over the years with pain and heartache 

Roland the horse seemed willing to take

That and this and perhaps even more

Losing the battle but winning the war

Her patience was certainly being tested

Her own plans never once rested

Five years passed and Roland’s daughter had matured

A better princess could never be found

Even if you searched the world around

Life got better under King Roland the second’s rule

While the original king was a glorified mule

If this was his lot he’d gladly accept 

Until the new king said something that filled him with regret

The Witch’s Memory part sixty

​“Guards! Guards!” the fake Roland clammored

Startling security from the sleep that kept them enamored 

“How could this happen? How could this be?

There is a horse standing right in front of me!”

Then there came a rush from behind the door

In came the palace guards in a cluster of four

Spears drawn and readied for a fight 

Even they could not fathom what happened this night 

Sure enough there was a horse in front of the king

How was it this could actually be a thing

A four-legged beast inside the castle walls 

And no one would have known if not for the king’s calls

Roland the horse made a beeline for the door

Knocking aside the guards of four

Panic gripped his equine heart

Where to go he had no idea where to start

So he ran as fast as he could

Much faster than any true horse should

Out into the hall and down the stairs

Scaring the staff and spilling the wares

In the middle of the night the castle was in shambles

As a kingly horse came with a ramble

Bucking wildly in the foyer

As he lacked the fingers to grip the door

Before long his neck was bound with rope

Solidifying his lack of hope

A dozen guardsmen led him away

From the home he wished to stay

The Witch’s Memory part fifty nine 

​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

King Roland was now a full-fledged horse

Quite a deflection from what he thought the course

He stomped his hoof with a thundering bray

Jaspeak gave a cackle before she looked at him to say

“From royal blood to braying mare

Is only the beginning of making things fair

Death is too simple a claim

It would only leave things exactly the same 

Your blood will keep you forever alive

So you can live as you try to thrive

Now that is satisfying fate

You’ll watch the world pass by an inch at a time

Without being able to lift a finger to this crime

Roland 2 will rule in your stead

Expanding the kingdom over where my family bled

That’s all I’ll say keeping my truth to the chest

There’s no need for you to know the rest 

This is my curse and nothing more

Still it will be enough for you to endure”

Jaspeak faded away into stardust

While Roland the horse could only neigh in disgust

The Witch’s Memory part fifty eight

​A doppelganger stood in his face

Roland wondered what was going on in this place

Where suddenly he was met with a twin

From the tips of its toes to the boyish grin

“Roland my dear meet Roland Two

My much qualified replacement for you”

Said Jaspeak with a lilt in her voice

“You have given me utterly no choice

A disappearance from a king would not suffice 

And your death although earned and quite nice

Would make you a martyr to be mourned

Not the refuge who should be scorned

Roland Two will be my mouth piece

For as long as I choose before it will cease

Death for you would be much too easy

Far too much for someone so sleazy 

I will reveal to them their two-faced king

And all the hurt that it brings” 

With that her eyes did burn 

Something deadly and oh so stern

A wicked gleam shimmered from her face

And suddenly he drifting into time and space

The Witch’s Memory part fifty seven (revisited)

​“It doesn’t matter, it’s too late now

I will not be made out to be an ignorant sow

You set out and made your bed

Making sure all of my bloodline was dead

Then peacefully laid your head down at night

What was out of mind was also out sight”

She waved her hand speaking ancient word

King Roland was unsure what it was he had heard

Then by his side something  started to rise

A gelatinous goo that matched his size

That goo started to bubble and morph

And his heart was prickled with discourse

Suddenly there stood before his eyes

An awfully upsetting and disturbing surprise 

The Witch’s Memory part fifty six (revisited)

*Sorry for the delay guys. Busy busy busy over here, but I do have more of the story written. Today and next week will be a refresher before continuing on. Until next time have a writeous day! *

​The look of sheer joy in her face did falter

Although it did very little to alter

Her loveliness exuding from her skin

Yet King Roland knew this was not a win

Her anger came back like a swirling storm

Roland was afraid o what was now born

“Why now show your heart?

Oh what could have been if this was you from the start

Not the same timid boy bit a man through and through

Where was this person when I needed you?”

It pained him to hear the tears in her voice

This certainly would not be his choice

He wished he still had the time

To take back the evil of his crime

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