The Witch On Top Of The Hill
Once upon a time,
On top of a hill, where the Crow's fly, There lived a witch, As she brewed a new spell everyday,
Ready to take your happiness away, her heart was full of hate, no love at all, she despised everyone in her sight, for it was herself she did not like,
And blamed everyone else for her problems in life.
With her broom to make her rounds,
She spilled negativity, All over the grounds.
She would be mean to anyone that crossed her path, putting them under her spell, insulting them, and calling them names, she wouldn't stop until she knew everyone was unhappy like her,
Then one day when she thought her plan had worked, she could hear the people down below, being mean, and calling each other names, her negativity spell was a success, but then from a distance, was singing and laughing, what's this she said, she quickly rushed outside to look below, to see who was this person that was so happy and glee, hopping along laughing and singing, no she yelled, this sound of glory made her ears ring,
It was a little boy,she had seen, he smiled as he skipped along, laughing and singing, and having fun, for his joy for wherever he went was spreading to everyone around, singing and laughing filled the air,
the witch ran inside to brew yet another negativity spell, this time much stronger than before, the singing grew louder along with the laughing, as it echoed in the halls where she was brewing her spell, the witch screamed very loud, the people below could hear the witch as they kept singing to drive the witch out, louder, and louder they got, for the people were cheering with happiness as they watched the witch fly away on her broom, to never be seen again.
David W Carter
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