The Witch Before Me
The witch was waiting for me, waiting up high
She smiled, a crooked smile, with a cool wink
She’s a wryly young witch one you can’t deny
She swooped down on me, quicker than you might think
I was in fear of her awesome, great power
Right in the corner I would go and cower
There before me I’m face to face with her eyes
She flayed me with evil, direct from the skies
Russell Sivey
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