Spellbound Is She

She wore a frock like ebon night, it flowed below her foxy knees. It is the time for charms and fright, enchantment conjures in the breeze. A sinister night predicted- fear the wicked and afflicted! Long auburn hair reaching her waist, she's witchcraft bound and immoral. Her seasoned brew has a sour taste- the zombies rise for a quarrel. The sorceress grabs her broomstick; a quick ol’ trick, a hex so slick! Surrounded by the ravens black, and wears webs spiders generate. Her cat named Dusk on the attack, a night of scare she did create! Kids dress like her and flaunt around- entranced is she when she’s spellbound. October 28, 2019 Itch, witch, glitch or twitch Poetry Contest Nina Parmenter