The Witch's Spell
She laughs at the small children that are out
Wandering the streets of this ice cold night
Walking as though there’s not a soul about
She’s waiting for them to come in the light
Then she’s going to give them a big fright
A witch she is, who’s much worse as of late
Waiting for innocence by the front gate
Wishing to turn a child to a small toad
So she can complete a spell for a mate
Love is all she wants, love for her abode
Russell Sivey
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