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
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