Witch of the Forest
In a dark forest
A nightmare presents itself
By a spell that’s cast
From a black witch that torments
Those that see her do cower
She has an aura
A heavy feel about her
She’s evil and plain
She tortures souls brazenly
Carries about her ill hate
People run from her
They hide, when she is around
Forest is her home
Her domain, where she worships
Cast’s evil, forbidden spells
This night is her night
Where her dark spells work stronger
Stronger than normal
It’s the darkest night of year
It’s evil, it’s Halloween
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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