Riddle Six
They marked the "witch" from the East,
Whispered "beast" when the rumors increased.
But I scratched the itch, unraveled the scheme—
B is thirteen, or so it would seem.
She got MS, and the love was a lie,
Let's just say truth was hard to come by.
But just so you know, they hid what they could,
An RFID where no one would.
Check the cup, the board, the hip—S3,
Find one, and perhaps you'll find me.
It's her they concealed, the one, the true,
But I was always more—no number would do.