Sorceress

Badabee bada boom

Cabaala vroom vroom

Up in the sky

I fly on my broom

Valleys and vales

Over dry hay bales

On wispy clouds

My twitchy broom sails

By the moonlight dim

Those sighting Grimm

I search far and wide

They’re my next victim

Dissecting their hearts

Burying other parts

Potions I make

For my dark arts

Green red golden & blue

Tonics in every hue

Sparks fly while I invent

Myriad concoctions anew

Turning mice to owl

& Hounds to fowl

Transformations galore

All of them in my bowl

Powders that enchant

Varied pills for penchant

Chinkaara hula hoo hoo

Incantations I chant

Yes I am a Sorceress

Conjuring spells and curses

Necromancy, black magic and voodoo

Excel in all, with me don’t mess

fantasyi do not know?

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