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The witches ball,

Halloween is drawing near
As the leaves begin to fall,
They`re flying in from everywhere
For the annual witches ball.

Toothless hags from north to south
And crones from west to east,
They gather on all hallows eve
To share a poisonous feast.

They circle above the forest
Where people dare not go,
And conjure up a coven
In the haunted woods below.

Fires spark to life at once
And cauldrons start to boil,
The poisonous soup spills over
And hisses in the soil.

The head witch lands and takes her place
As the smoke hangs in the air,
A thousand witches above her
All fixed upon her glare.

She lets a scream so evil
Then cackles with a grin,
She throws her broomstick in the air 
And they all come flying in.

Some dancing round in circles
As the fires begin to blaze,
Others chanting franticly
 And the dead they try to raise.

Casting spells and curses
As they`re running through the wood,
Gathering snakes frogs and lizards
Slugs and birds for food.

One hundred voices screaming
In a manic witches choir,
Waiting for the witching hour
As they dance around the fire.

Slugs insides and frogs entrails
As much as they can hold,
Squish them in their dead grey hand
And eat them while there cold.

Lizards tongue and dead bird’s eye
And crispy cockroach shell,
The rabid hags feast greedily
Till they hear the midnight bell.

The choir grows louder through the woods
With the sound of screeching bats, 
And the purrs and meows on the forest floor 
From a thousand witches cats.

The carnival reaches crescendo
With the witches in a trance,
Pulling corpses from the ground
To lead them in a dance.

The macabre sight of rotting flesh
Dancing hand in hand,
To the cacophony of noise
From the gruesome witches band.

Then the first bell tolls for midnight
And the witches start to scream,
They gather round their broomsticks 
And look towards their queen.

She lifts her wand and waves it once
And casts her final spell,
The bones and bodies of the dead
Are sent back down to hell.

 Cats scurry to the broomsticks
With their sharp teeth and their hackles,
Now flying through the night air
To a hoard of witches cackles.

They spread out through the midnight sky
Like some evil horrid dream,
To haunt our towns and villages
For now it’s Halloween.

They hunt and look for children
However big or small,
To dance with them next year
At the annual witches ball.
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