Witch Hunt

so i guess im a witch 
well thats all okay
cuz you never will catch me 
anyway

for i fade into mist
and i slide past your fists
with my magical twists 
do i even exist?

cuz i escape your grasp
with a single little clasp
of a tiny little glass
holding potions made of grass

i will fade into the night 
with a new prey in my sight 
like an animal take flight
for a new eternal fight
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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