She degraded the mad, and defied the good
Looking about the remains, she alone stood
Then she heard sobbing, and rushed fast to see
Twas the sad witch curled under a tree
"Why dost thou cry," the bad witch made query,
"For they would not for you, those I killed in fury."
"I do not cry," She wept, "for the blood you have spilt,
But the hands that are stained, I carry their guilt."
"Oh! Step off your high horse, you did not do this deed,"
The bad witch held out her red hands, "I did not bleed."
Then the sad witch stirred so as to shock the murderer
She reached out her arm, and placed her hand in hers.
