3 August 2012
There she sits in front me
An old woman as sweet as could be.
Little did we know that inside her purse
Are mini bags filled with a curse.
She took them out one by one
Her evil curse has begun.
With her evil grin and her slouch
She tuck the bags inside our couch
Find we did Hex Bags
Her nice clothes turning to rags
Her sweet face turning to those of witches
It was clear she wasn't after our riches.
Murder was what she thought in her head.
Wants to see a happy family dead.
Tell I did my family to hide,
Whilst I deal with this witch outside.
She paused for a moment and took out her tools:
Blood weed, Gris-Gris and then summoned a ghoul
Try I did to look brave
It's my family I have to save.
I charged her with my trusty blade.
A blood curdling scream is what she made.
She fell on the ground with a thud,
On the ground was horrible black blood.
Her ghoul vanished leaving no trace
Of anything that set foot here with that face.
I went home to tell them it's alright
And they hugged me with all their might.
Witches Witches • Opuss № I