Sister Please Do Not Give Away Our Spot

twixt and tween two torn out tongues in twos, shrooms shouted out where snakes often snooze. warlock wishes witching hour was over today but we are sitting in Salem, so hey, hey, hey Where witches stir, and mock and feast. There are werewolves and wizards, west and east. Spritely spellbooks are spouting spells to do. The witching hour overtakes me and you. We hide in the corner, hoping to not be found. The only two humans in this insane house underground. Witch comes in and says “I smell” children and we freeze. It seems easier in books. Now I am nowhere in ease. I shush you, Sister, please do not give away our spot. The witch begins chanting as she fills in a pot. Her evil laugh almost stops my breathing and my heart. I will finish this tomorrow. Remind me where to start.