The New Witch
She stirs her pot, her cauldron, strong
This witch’s wish is to live long
On children’s eyes and parents’ hearts
She says the words that so now start
“Oh bubbling cauldron, my potion now thrive
I stir into you all I need to survive
The children, their eyes, they no longer see
For youthfulness now, be granted to me
The parents, their hearts, I’ve boiled in brew
With intentions to drink, I do wish to do
Be gone from me, age, oh wrinkled and worn
Prepare me soft skin, like the day I was born
Now, as the hour, it strikes its twelve notes
Oh, evil take over and give me new coat
Allow me the smile that I once possessed
And I’ll trap all the men and kill all the rest”
The witch, she then stirred and dropped down her spoon
To stare for a moment at the bright autumn moon
Her mind changed its action and so did her heart
Though weathered and worn, it still knew its part
She gave up her potion and turned then for spill
She wanted no further part of a kill
She wanted to live, yes, but alone is not the way
So the witch, she retired with kind thoughts for the day
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