Curse of the Night
It’s known that witches fly on wooden brooms
Their cackling can be heard from miles away
They swoop down hard making you meet your doom
Soon you’re engulfed in a fire heightened sway
Ravens all come to visit with their croons
Cursing your soul more than what’s done today
Black cats cross your path scaring you further
There’s not much that could make your day darker
Russell Sivey
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