The Witch

This was a little something to pass the time.

The Witch

 

Fog engulfs the forest,

The moon hangs limp,

And nature falls dead.

Around the forest she roams,

Looking for her innocent prey.

Let them pray this night,

For it shall be their last

If they see her fly.

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