Reformed Witch
Full moon listed, one Halloween night
A witch flared radioactive flight
Across the bow, around,
With such a swooshing sound,
Only a few saw this awesome sight.
She was adorned in black lacquered dress.
Her flight was erratic, under duress.
Plunging fast to the ground,
A whirlwind dive, no sound,
Upon impact, there was such a mess.
From the rubble there raised, a new form.
However, looked not much of the norm,
She stood, trying to sum.
Then spoke, watch out for rum.
Moreover, she needs to reform.
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