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Poetry and Stories by JVS
Monday, 18 May 2009
Witches Roam
Mood:  happy
Topic: Poetry

Witches Roam

They roam around the sky at night on broomsticks glowing neon bright.

An eerie bunch of witchly women,  on an eerie flight.

Green hats tall and floppy like, they screech their nasty laugh.

With willowy long silk robes and a languid flowing sash.

Witches follow the demon moon; with hallow faces and sunken skin.

With humps upon their backs, which resemble a large green fin.

I saw them once when I was young, casting spells of impending doom.

Around a fire big and bright, they chanted their sinewing gloom.

Fire in the noonday sun was sleeping time for them.

They lie around the cauldron just beyond the glen.

My mother told me, "be careful girl, for they are most mischievous."

"Don't go out alone at night, for they are quite so devious."

One night I did go out alone, around the corner I did roam.

A witch was waiting there, to take me to her wicked throne.

She was the queen of blackened hearts that soar upon this earth.

Her intention was to swallow me, inside her witch’s girth.

She mesmerized the children with evil staring eyes.

Knowing that the children would be her tasty prize.

She held her finger pointedly beckoning them to come.

They followed her so daintily for twenty jiggers of rum.

I would not let her take me there, so diligently I fought;

To keep her at a distance, so she could take me naught.

I ran away with speedy feet, around the block I ran.

I ran into another witch that looked just like a man.

I ran so fast, in fear I gasped, whilst in my hand, a knife I clasped.

She caught me at my door; I thrust the knife in deep;

She never said a word when she fell down at my feet.

As I was breathing heavily I heard her cry a sigh;

A sigh a witch will always cry, when they are about to die.

I prayed to my father above to teach this witch to love;

And as she flew away she turned into a dove.

Who would have thought an evil witch could sprout such pretty wings.

And fly above the sky so high with other pretty things.

I woke up in the morning and ran to tell my friend,

about the dream that I just had, so glad that it did end.

Gilda V Schaal aka JVS Ó 2005 - 2010 All Rights Reserved

 


Posted by jillschaal at 4:22 PM EDT
Updated: Thursday, 21 May 2009 9:53 PM EDT
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