GRAVE HILLS

Walking in the glass heels

She is under the chandelier wheel

Agatha from Garve Hills

Potions her mother made

She never knew the world of witch

Roselin and she hated the town

Two people from different crowd

But there is a different bond forged at an early age

Something that can change the world

Beneath the wishing tree they made a past bond

 They were friends for eternity which is dear and fond

Suspicious eyes glaring at Agatha

Only sheep welcomed her with warm gaze

Everyone is scared of witchcraft

But her friend Roselin protected her from the crowd

They run together, read stories all day from gothic to adventure

But her curiosity is peaked by Blood of Moonlight about another universe

It’s a place with blood red sky

And many believe it’s a town of witchcraft and full of ghosts

Mocked by everybody

 She thinks about it all day when she rolls her socks up

Agatha entrusts all her hopes to the wishing tree

So that someday she can run away from her family to be free

The society which holded her for so long to chase her dreams, stuck at a wooden house

Like a piece of puppet, she feels nothing more than this

Her dreams are big so is her love towards it

This is a story of Agatha from the Grave Hills