Silver shoes, of course, are no better than ruby slippers. They might be even worse, in fact. The blood red shoes at least were honest; the silver shoes hid behind lies. They weren't silver, not really. They were more of a lily-white color, the perfect thing to hide behind.
The Witch of the North said the shoes had a charm, and they did. They brought misery to everyone they met. The Wicked Witches of the East and West died with them. The Eastern Witch died while wearing them; the Western Witch died while trying to get one of them. She wanted to be rid of them…
Dorothy finally broke their spell when she flew home; they fell into the Impassable Desert and turned to sand, as everything does when it touches the Desert.
The Witch of the East turned into sand when she died. The Witch of the West melted like sand. Everyone turns to sand when they die. The Silver Shoes were no different.
