The Vexing Hexers by Paula Gail Benson
Fostered by starkness
If fury rises to the surface,
Generated by an internal purpose
An impending eruption is difficult to gauge.
When my garden was invaded
My anger was abated
By an infant given to me.
I hid her in a tower
Hoping to keep her in my power
But our seclusion was not to be.
I lingered in the depths of the ocean,
Plotting with minions and potions,
Waiting ‘til the mermaid sought my spell.
But, magic comes with a price,
And mine wasn’t so nice,
Depending on the story you tell.
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