Curse of the Night

Written by: Russell Sivey

It’s known that witches fly on wooden brooms Their cackling can be heard from miles away They swoop down hard making you meet your doom Soon you’re engulfed in a fire heightened sway Ravens all come to visit with their croons Cursing your soul more than what’s done today Black cats cross your path scaring you further There’s not much that could make your day darker
Russell Sivey