Witchey Woman
The rolling thunder shook the ground
Lightning, so close, a crackling sound
The weatherman gave the town a fright
But there she sat, on her porch all night
The lightbulb flickered, hanging ferns swayed
Firmly planted, on the porch, she stayed
Anger, not fear, was controlling her emotions
She wouldn't be moved by the strongest of oceans
As usual, a man was the cause of her rage
He licked her finger, she turned the page
Her villainous eyes, the deepest coal
He made her a witch and himself a troll
She watched, with a smirk, as her neighborhood shifted
When the waves reached her house, she quickly uplifted
At the breaking of dawn, her house was devoured
Her mischievous anger had overpowered
Careful not to leave a witness with a single breath
The town was a pool that reeked of death
If you ask of her, she is doing just great
Found a new man to court, eats on a silver plate
Her once blonde hair, now a copper red
With the exception of a few, people assume she is dead
A town wiped out at the delight of her wishes
She dare not be crossed or you'll swim with the fishes
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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