"you've got a warm heart, you've got a beautiful brain,
but its disintegrating
from all the medicine."
her life brought nothing but heartache and pain. the magic was her medicine. it dulled the pain of her grief, until emotions were just a distant memory, until the flames of her own power consumed her and scattered her ashes to the wind. in the darkness her spirit wanders, a ghastly warning to all that play with magic not to let it consume them, lest they end up like this wandering soul, abandoned by all as she wastes away.
"its just medicine."