To Keep Her Powers
Beside the old tree she plans their demise
She seems to be looking right in their eyes
All the children run from this creepy witch
Sometimes tripping within her trapping ditch
She cackles with delight when they are trapped
The children, frightened, do feel their souls snapped
Out of their bodies she takes their terror
And harbors it in her heart of horror
She holds trusty broom when flight is needed
These children are easy prey conceded
Her beady eyes convey evil desire
Showing her horrible life and cursed ire
The witch drains the life out of children’s hearts
To keep her powers alive, in all parts
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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