THE WITCHES BALL

The witches ball, Halloween is drawing near As the leaves begin to fall, They`re flying in from everywhere For the annual witches ball. Toothless hags from north to south And crones from west to east, They gather on all hallows eve To share a poisonous feast. They circle above the forest Where people dare not go, And conjure up a coven In the haunted woods below. Fires spark to life at once And cauldrons start to boil, The poisonous soup spills over And hisses in the soil. The head witch lands and takes her place As the smoke hangs in the air, A thousand witches above her All fixed upon her glare. She lets a scream so evil Then cackles with a grin, She throws her broomstick in the air And they all come flying in. Some dancing round in circles As the fires begin to blaze, Others chanting franticly And the dead they try to raise. Casting spells and curses As they`re running through the wood, Gathering snakes frogs and lizards Slugs and birds for food. One hundred voices screaming In a manic witches choir, Waiting for the witching hour As they dance around the fire. Slugs insides and frogs entrails As much as they can hold, Squish them in their dead grey hand And eat them while there cold. Lizards tongue and dead bird’s eye And crispy cockroach shell, The rabid hags feast greedily Till they hear the midnight bell. The choir grows louder through the woods With the sound of screeching bats, And the purrs and meows on the forest floor From a thousand witches cats. The carnival reaches crescendo With the witches in a trance, Pulling corpses from the ground To lead them in a dance. The macabre sight of rotting flesh Dancing hand in hand, To the cacophony of noise From the gruesome witches band. Then the first bell tolls for midnight And the witches start to scream, They gather round their broomsticks And look towards their queen. She lifts her wand and waves it once And casts her final spell, The bones and bodies of the dead Are sent back down to hell. Cats scurry to the broomsticks With their sharp teeth and their hackles, Now flying through the night air To a hoard of witches cackles. They spread out through the midnight sky Like some evil horrid dream, To haunt our towns and villages For now it’s Halloween. They hunt and look for children However big or small, To dance with them next year At the annual witches ball.