WICKEDVILLE
Voice of spells and havoc
A broom that takes flight
Observation sight
All delight
Turmoil with no Lestoil
Devil Witch
Fine body twitch
Several magical powers at her disposal
Beckoning calls in spell transcends
A witch with no end
Never pretends
A Wicked Witch
In the air a Witch who lurks
Progressing her own perks
One spell causing dilemma
Broom forward ride
The Witch taking it all in her stride.
Copyright © Anthony Blake | Year Posted 2024
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