am I a witch then
the witches and goblins do a Halloween dance
black cats with yellow eyes trot away in a prance
Celtic elves are arriving from Ireland and France
Jack-o-lantern grins, telling me his name is Lance.
I feel surrounded by Halloween, but it is early, right?
Don’t struggle against it, you will lose the fight.
This warning is given by a flame in the corner, bright.
Forty days until the dreaded ominous Halloween night.
I decide to order my costume, it had better be good.
I understand the pixies a bit, as an Irish lass should.
Enchanted broom in the corner offers to take me into the woods.
Am I a witch then? I guess this was something I misunderstood.
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