Once upon a darkness
There was a witch
Tall black hat, black rob
With a stick,
Stirring her bowl with
Sparks of magic
Parts of bodies that's
Very tragic,
Shadows of bats
Flying to and fro
Winging each sound
Wherever it goes,
Frightening pumpkins
Sitting nearby
Watching the witch as
She laughs and sigh,
Moonlight path begins
It's glow
Haunted houses are
High and low,
Darkened spirits is
Here to dwell
Unknown figures is
Hard to tell,
Witching witch
Loves October
When things are dark
With a blackened clover...
©tanyawilli
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