Witch Hunt
so i guess im a witch
well thats all okay
cuz you never will catch me
anyway
for i fade into mist
and i slide past your fists
with my magical twists
do i even exist?
cuz i escape your grasp
with a single little clasp
of a tiny little glass
holding potions made of grass
i will fade into the night
with a new prey in my sight
like an animal take flight
for a new eternal fight
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2013
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