To Break the Witch's Spell

TO BREAK THE WITCH'S SPELL Suffer you not the bidding of a witch does not she call from out of dark and death to put in you, from head to toe, her pitch as pain you feel, unto your final breath? To break the spell, one time be all alone, shut in your closet door and close it tight, denounce her spirit, make her logic known, to be her dying day, and final flight. Then pray she knows, as certain as she dies in agony, for every sin she's done, her death will be, from whence she never flies, and pays the price for what was once her fun. One death she'll die, but through eternity Unless her spell is cast away from thee. Die *****! © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet