Witch's Silence

The witch's robes flutter through the night
She laughs wickedly to the hoarse whispering of the wind
Grasping her faithful necklace she mutters
A spell that darkens the night
An eagle that was about to soar
Falls dead to the ground
The witch's lips curve up
But she stays silent
A horror is shown
Trees moan and groan
The grass falls to its roots
All watching the one powerful
The one devising all of this
She nods
The cemetary brings her back in
The story is done.