Witch With Her Hat and Trusty Broom
An evil witch dons her witch’s hat tonight
Where there are black spiders crawling with fright
They scatter all down her great dower face
They skitter about the ground, every place
In the witch’s cold hands is a lit pumpkin
Starting with hatred, there’s some evil sin
All throughout this pumpkin, fear does evolve
Just darkness emits from that which revolves
Lightning flashes and thunder peels on in
Passersby get a glimpse of what’s within
They run with a fear unlike any seen
For they noticed the witch’s face has turned green
With loud cackle she rides her trusty broom
Off to some victims’ house to spell out doom
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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