An All Hallows Eve Rhyme
Witches three and cauldron black
Of spells and charms there be no lack
At dark woods edge upon a bleak height
Stoking the fire in the oncoming night
Gray is the sky
black tree branches bare
they sway, creak and crack
nought else but a howling wind there
Wolfsbane, thistle, coryander, and brine
Only heaven knows what
these three have in mind
Eerie recitations, incantations and rhyme
nought else to add
save more stirring and thyme
Witches three and cauldron black
Spirits roam! No turning back!
At dark woods edge upon that dreary height
Fanning the flames in the onrush of night
Copyright © Edward Sagmoen | Year Posted 2007
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