She comes in darkness
Late at night
Evil giggles
Giving a fright,
Long black dress
A broom to match
Green long nose
Wearing a hat,
Creeping upon
Shadows mist
Conjuring spells
On her list,
Flys around
The eerie moon
Seeking out people
In their room,
She knows her stir
In her brew
Someone's inside
Of her stew,
Witching witch
Will always be here
Smells of sent
Within your fear...
©tanyawilli
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