The witch is dead? Can this be? My sister is gone, so why am I happy? Am I the wicked and not the good? Are these feelings I'm feeling to be understood?
If the wicked do not rest will she find her peace? Did the evil she possess get passed on to me? There's a smile on my face to mask my pain. I will mirror the Munchins celebration in vain.
"Ding Dong!", They cheer parading down the road, celebrating Dorothy and her little dog, Toto. She murdered my sibling by her twisting home. She came from Kansas a place unknown.
Who is the child, that is getting applause? A demon to destroy the Witches of Oz? I need to send her back with a simple spell, back to Kansas; back to hell.
Ill take the red shoes off my sister’s feet. Send her to the wizard down the yellow street. I maybe the next witch on her list, to eradicate with a house that twists.
The Emerald wizard will answer her call. There’s no place like home, after all.