Muffin Man
The story begins
Once upon a time
with muffin man
His father
worked him
Knead him
as a son
Waving him goodbye
Smiling all happy
Leaving the bakers
After getting
his icing done
To make a new start
Dancing skipping
Entering a wooded area
Singing with glee
All of a sudden
Coming shooting
out of the trees
In a flash
of light
A witch
On her broomstick
Piercing through the center
Of poor little
muffin man
he yelled
for help
Roaring in pain
No one heard
muffin's cry
Slowly the stinking
Old witch
Opened her fowl
smelling mouth
Yellowing black teeth
Inching closer
Holding his breath
He smelled doom
In the face
Of ugliness
As he prayed
She sank her teeth
Deep into him
Holding him
in her two hands
Slowly as his life
passed away fading
She devoured him
A little crumb
Was to fall
to the ground
As she rubbed her belly
With a horrid laugh
Taking her hands
Off her broomstick
Laughing contentment
Flew head
Over backwards
Falling of the stick
Spiraling hits
the ground
in a splat
An almighty bang
She died
on Halloween night
The crumb was picked up
By a little bird
Muffin man's
resting place
He was hailed
a hero
witch killer
On that very night
In the wind
you can hear
screams of a witch
She's still
in hunt
For muffin man
To redeem her soul
The last crumb
She never got
Roaming searching
Sometimes you see
her shadow
On a broomstick
On the moon face
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2013
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