Spellcaster

A cabin sees a creature cool from night of crawl and hunt in all of gravely stone and street in tone of light diffused by wane of moon a toothless gum with tutting tongue clicks her way like bats among the trees with hair of oaken leaves that perk each morn’ upon the sun but she with book to under-arm, her book of chanting, her grimoire be carried lo and carried far and braced for spell when suiting her this creature crone of caustic mouth who oft’ alone with cackled laugh does shriek and scorn a charm or more, did witch, the spell did witch, she cast