The Witches Bells of Hell Part 1
I'm going to write a poem from the top of my head
Similar to how a farmer maintains a homestead
There once was a witch who thought she was dead
But in reality she was just sick in the head
Every day she'd swear she was in hell
Convinced as she was, her evidence proved pale
She grew stranger by the day, covering her face with a black veil
Forgetting to bathe her scent went stale
In her mind she thought she was well
Poor wicked witch who thinks she hears bells,
Drowning in her personal hell
Wandering out of her cabin, she pursues a insane notion
She begins howling at the wolves, causing a great commotion
Chased by wolves, she's driven into the ocean
Soaking wet, uncontrollably she frets
Her ragged gown flushed from dust and her body from sweat,
The crazy witch is fetched out by a fishermen's net
Act 2
Hit her head trying to get in the boat, she sounds her own bell
The witch is knocked cold as a door nail
She got a bath today, poor witch who thinks baths are in hell
Shes awakes in the fishermen's house
Crazy witch begins to chase a mouse
Sprinting like a crazed goat,
the fishermen kicks her out and throws her in a boat
Poor witch sails off into the open sea
Dreary is she of fates decree
Alone and rocking in a rickety boat
Amazed is she that she could even float
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2015
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