The Witch
A
furore
in the town,
draped in black gown,
a WITCH is brewing a storm.
Bringing nightfall to the dainty
spiked with malevolence and vanity
spitting a curse from her wicked tongue
Silently scoffing the blood of old and young
eyes of Meddussa , cursed to the bottom of the sea
she is the descendant of a dark world of fantasy.
The magic emanates from her ravenous eyes,
rendering the stories of deceit and lies,
grimaced into the gloominess,
of shallows and emptiness,
she is brewing a storm
draped in a black
Gown .
© By rEdfiery and Liam Mc Daid 2016
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
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