Young Queen of the Witches
The cynical witches watched the night air
In slid a broom without fuss or any fanfare
On her stick was a small witch, her name was Claire
She was the queen of the witches, and she gave a stare
She is so young! Hagmouth said, I thought she would be scarier.
I heard she was ape-like said another. I thought she would be hairier.
I did not know what to expect said a witch who was usually merrier.
Claire flipped her broom and flew straight into their barrier.
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