Wicked Witch
When the feeling dwells
the wicked witch
will cast some spells
of
love
evil
luck
And
revenge..
Feeling unhinged
She sits
In her little cottage
mixing her toxic brew
Of toads warts
and
frog leg stew
Don't cross her path
or she'll come after you
Turning you into a wolf
at the moon you'll howl
Letting victims know
a witch is on the prowl
Trappings of a magic essence
held allured by her presence
She'll drink you in
and spit you out
Planting thoughts
you can't live without
inviting you to play
once you agree
you won't get away
Now she's got you
the beast and its pray
casting magic upon you
in
her
wicked
way..
Copyright © Karen Porter | Year Posted 2013
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