Light As A Feather, Stiff As A Board

Peace is always upon me,
I feel light as a feather,
Stiff as a board.
I am floating,
I barely feel their fingers.
I can hear them chant,
"Light as a feather,
Stiff as a board."
I am not scared,
I chant along with them.
I am higher in the air now,
Out of the reach of their fingers.
They are scared,
But they keep chanting.
Little do they know,
It is not the chants keeping me up.
Little do they know,
I am a witch.
Little do they know,
So are they.
Little did I know,
It would destroy me.