Witch
Wizardry in black dress
whips up cauldron of dread
warts, newts and black potions
whisks wildly on broomstick
with a dark, evil eye
while cackling wickedly
woe to those who listen.
9/19/2023
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2023
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